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"No snakes, no spiders, no reptiles, no amphibians, no overly sized insects. It can fly, but it can't do so all over the house. And said creature has to either be able to live in the house, or in the stables and if t can, it can't eat anything in those two places." Before turning his attention to Zahara, pulling him up and turning both thier back on the children a moment. He had caught that look from her. "Why not?"

Shiny things? Did I hear you right? The ferret crawled out from Sevilin's tunic, sitting on his shoulder a moment and shaking himself out before the furry critter, climbed down the drow, using his braid and plopped to the floor. Duely he skittered over to the child sat up on his hind legs. You said shiny things. Where are they?

"You said we would talk about it later, he assumed it was an automatic no. I'm just affirming that it's not a flat out no. And I didn't say he could, I merely asked what kind of pet he wanted and if he was going to think on a pet, what it couldn't be. That's not telling him yes." A shrug, "what's the harm in talking about it now?"

A look at her. "A horse isn't really a pet. It's more like a companion animal than anything. He can't carry it around or take it everywhere and it can't sleep in his bed and such." No way was he having a horse in his damned house....track dirt and such everywhere...knock over things.

Shiny things! They were duely gnawed and nibbled on and such, if he could hoard them away somewhere right at the moment, he would of. For now, he settled for gathering them up in a pile and then plopping on them, curling up. A twitch and chitter at Zykariel though. You trying to replace me? Well...it does mean I could be more lazy. Long as you didn't forget about me. Series of chitters to the boy in various tones.

"Nym's not upset. Or something kinda like that." Said because well...he was learning to understand animals, what with the wood elf in him. But his attention turned to Yinn again, the draithix having plopped on his side now, looking for tummy rubs from both boys.

"Claws no problem, seeing as Yinn has boots already apparently. And Nym is Nym...you know how he is. I'm sure as long as he had your scraps to eat and me to pay attention to him, he'd be fine. Probably sleep in my tunic all day." And there was that mention of a baby again. Apparently she was family minded again. Which was kind of ironic considering the ordeal she was going through with Piper right now. "Just saying, let him have his options and such."

"Mommy and daddy said that the draithix are my responsibility, so I guess that means that they're mine. I'm just not allowed ot make them all house pets like Yinn." Thinking for a moment. "I think they are. There's eggs I know that much. SO if they're mind I guess I could give you one."

"Goodness, don't say that in front of him when he's around him when he see him next. He'll get so many ideas that next thing you know he'll have our children more than we do. Though your title is off. It would be 'family dynamics between half drow siblings in a non traditional drow enviroment'. Have to be correct now." Though she did sigh into his shirt before nuzzling lightly at him...truthfully she didn't like herself either when she got into these moods. "I'll let you know I'll have no godly influence upon one of my children in such a manner...besides, there's enough terror in both of use to produce one just fine. Look at Malikhai's tantrums." Quiet a moment. "I still don't think we should force Zahara to help...she'd just start resenting things."

Sitting on a piece of carne in the ruin of what must have been an elaborate drow compound, on the fringe of Vesandor, Kimmuriel whipped the blood off the face of the small drow girl, who was kneeling before him. Some of the blood that smeared the child's face came from Kimmuriel's own wound, a jaggid cut that cressed the left side of his face (taking out his eye). He had not bothered to tend to it, as it would heal soon enough (in his opinion). Even if the wound was left on its own, he would not die from it. In a hundred years, no one would be the wiser of its existence. To this date, no one knew that his eyes were gouged out by his weapon's master (Jarlaxle) when he was just a small boy. Training in the Empressess house was designed to make war machines as quickly as possible. Life and death situations always weeded out the un-talented lot, leaving the natural born killers to become the core of the Dominian Army. Kimmuriel did not care if Triel kept up that regement of riggorous train with her new empire. He cared little for that place, if at all.

While he was tending to the girl's plight, a soldier or guard, or elite, it mattered not, took it upon himself to investigate the pressence of this drow warrior. Kimmuriel had remained unapproached until this momement for two reasons: 1) He fought well and bravely, 2) He scarred most of the professional warriors. The unweary drow spoke out to Kimmuriel, he said something unimportant or uninteresting to the Prince, so he merely wacked him on the head with the side of a scimitar, knocking the fellow unconsious. After giving the rest of the drow in the area a threatening glance (his eyes could be sworn to have been taken from a purple eyed demon), he returned to his interest in cleaning the girl.

"Are you sure it does not hurt anywhere? Uthegental usually doesn't play nicely, even with young girls." She shoke her head in dissagreement, signifying she was unharmed. Kimmuriel straightened her up and looked about the smoting ruin. "It seems like everyone you knew is now dead." He did not imagine even an elite, if he was truly a heretic, would leave his home and family to rot at the hands of Uthegental. The girl nodded in agreement (her family was gone, no else really mattered to her). "Ok. I guess I will keep you. Loot for my victory over the Death Knight Uthegental." The girl just stared at Kimmuriel. "I will call you 'Mai'. You are now my daughter. That means, you are a Princess. Princess Mai." He smiled, not quite knowing why he was doing this. He always did have a soft spot for children, and seeing them well off (thus, feeding orphans and ressurecting dead infants). "Mai, we are not going to stay here. Lord Uthy will be back in... I don't remember how long. I guess it really depends on where his spawn point is now. For some reason, he can't be destroyed. Reverent magics are not to be used lightly..." Kimmuriel sighed. Hopefully he was not forgetting to tell the locals anything important, like, not to touch the sword.

"You can't have her." An elite said to Kimmuriel (they did not trust him, so they spied). "She is a member of our community."

"I saved her life. It belongs to me." Kimmuriel replied.

The elite narrowed it's elite eyes at Kimmuriel, "No."

"Stop me." He retorted. "I don't recommend it. Look what my weaker brother did to your sweet city, by himself, without any tactics, cunning, or reason. Alone I may be, but stronger than the ruthless and thoughtless Uthegental I am, for I know how to use my brain." Just then, the destraction Kimmuriel required occured. A foolish drow soldier, mage, elite or whoever, picked up the sword of Uthegental, and was possessed of its evil. The weapon was cursed, and that curse had the power to drive ill-intent. The one holding it would find himself unable but to strike at anyone who displeased him (unless, the wielder didn't have a soul). Some common dispute, maybe over food or a women, caused the soldier to strike out at a comrade, who's friends' retorted likewise. The soldier's hands were controlled by the sword (the sword could fight better than the wielder) and he quickly smote those that opposed him. Soon, the elites gathered around him, and took him down easily. "You should destroy that. It corrupts even me with its anguish." Kimmuriel whispered to the air, heard by a few drow who spread the rumor. The prince took this distraction to escape from the city with Mai.

He paused some distance away from the city, to observe his brother's handiwork. It was all coincidence that Uth and Kim were at the city, in the same area, at the same time. Uth, of course, had to kill the heretics. Kimmuriel just liked to be around his own kind (even if he did not like his own kind), and more or less deduced the disturbance to the well defended city before they could even decern it. The attack smelt of Uthy. When the breach was reached by Kimmuriel, shortly after it happened (it wasn't that big of a city), Uthy had already taken down the nearest compound and almost all of its inhabitants. They kept making the mistake that magic and fatal wounds would stop him. Kimmuriel watched until he noticed Mai, alone, in front of the brute that was Uthegental. Without so much as a second thought, the younger drow warrior intervined on her behalf. He could not even begin to understand why, nor did he really care to be honest. Fighting Uthegental was something Kimmuriel did on a centenial anversery (maybe 9 fights in Kimmuriel's entire life, Kim won 4 of them and ran from the others). Kimmuriel knew of the fatal construction flaw in Uthegental (If you hit Uthegental enough times with very powerful magical weapons, the material form will disolve), and was at a great advantage. The fight between the two was not overly long, Uthegental was no novice but he was somewhat slow due to the enormpus strength in his sword arm (he hit the wall, and it opened for him in one blow). Kimmuriel was faster, and able to dodge the fatal wounds, but his exposed face was not so lucky. Several dances would have Uthegental destroyed, and Kimmuriel a bit breathless. Luckily, Uthy can't control his strength. Kimy used that to defeat the beast (when Kimy became able to this, Uthy became unable to beat him).

Thus, Kimmuriel acquired Mai.

She laughed, it wasn't quite that simple at all. You couldn't just take away a pet like you could toys. She'd learned that pretty quickly with her horses. "Loses it how? We give it away and then when he chooses to be responsible, take it back? Or just take it out of ownership of him and take care of it ourselves, play with him and such until Zykariel is ready to be his caretaker again? I don't want to listen to him cry, Sevilin. I can't handle that..."

Reaching over, he pet at Nym then snatched one of his shiny things and waved it about in the air, enticing the ferret to play. Of course Nym was getting old and sometimes he was just cranky when he did that. Zykariel looked thoughtful for a few moments. "I'm not sure. It would help if we knew what they were fighting about. Any idea?" When he and Malikhai fought they were locked together in a room until they could work it out. "They won't listen to us as ourselves. We gotta be them."

She still didn't like it very much but it did make sense. Although Malik was not goign to be thrilled if various pets got dropped off at the D'vinn household when Zykariel was slipping in his responsibilities. "I suppose that would work. He'll probably choose a draithix which is easy to hand back to the D'vinn's when he's not doing what he's supposed to. Do you want to tell him?"

Zykariel kept moving it and then tickled the ferret's tummy lightly. "you want it Nym? Okay, here you go." Handing it off to the fuzzy creature before pulling him off his shoulder and dropping him gently into his lap, petting him. "I don't either but if it means our mommy's won't fight anymore then I'm willing to do it. What if mine got serious about not ever coming back? Then I'd never see you again..."