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Now this was quite interesting. "That actually sounds pretty impressive. I guess it's one of the many benefits of being so long lived; you can personally oversee a project like that for quite a time." Mynoris shifts her glance to the Orc to see how he takes this sort of...odd praise. She also indulges a moment in her Death Sight to see how healthy he is as well as his involvement with death. "The races on my world were all very similar and breeding between them happened fairly frequently. I was actually amazed at the diversity in sentient races once I left my reality."

Kira and Blair had been bickering as they were having dinner, and while it was mostly noise, Blair made some good points about how he felt mistreated and used and how he wanted to be appreciated for how he was and not what he had. Kira screamed about how he owed her money, and how she needed it, and all the "nice things" she did for him.

Finally, Blair stood up, and yelled, "Kira, I'm done! I can't... I can't marry you. I want to be with Claudette! I-if she'll have me?"

Claudette turned red, but she grinned and nodded.

Kira fell silent as if she had been slapped.

"I'm sorry you wasted your time, Svana," he said. "And I'm sorry you feel so entitled to my family's wealth, Kira."

Blair slowly caught on as he said, "You lied about it being a wedding gift, didn't you? You knew Kira would agree to it, and you knew I'd give in to keep Kira from getting angry. That's... That's manipulative."

He frowned, feeling more ashamed. Claudette held his hand, and he squeezed her hand gently. He was actually rather angry.

"I'll never die, Blair. I can give you whatever you want," she said, sobbing.

"You might never die, but I will. You've been alive for so long you don't appreciate the little things. Kira, if I asked you to stargaze with me, you'd scoff and ask to go to an expensive restaurant instead. Claudette and I stargaze rather often, and each time we do, it's magical. The kind of magical you'll never understand because you see no beauty in the world."

Kira slapped him hard across the face. He flinched.

"I deserve whatever I get. If you feel you need to enslave me, so be it. I'd rather be a slave and free to love Claudette than free and forced to be your spineless husband who is nothing but a paycheck. I haven't been faithful. I haven't been honest about what Claudette and I have done," he said.

Kira slammed her fist into the ground, her tattoos lighting up. Vines were crawling up Claudette's body, rooting her to the ground.

"Please, don't hurt Claudette. The fault is mine."

"You don't tell me what to do!" Kira shouted, tears streaming down her face.

"Enough," says the rather cold voice of Jelryn. "What manner of world do you come from where simply losing your temper is a grounds for throwing magic around?" he asks the three from Kira's world. Standing up he concentrates on trying to repel the vines crawling up Claudette. Although 'life' magic is his forte, his forehead breaks out in sweat as he's not used to doing a magic battle with someone of a different realm.

"Just the five," Mynoris says to Baldur. "Though we started with four. It's a bit of a story," she adds with a somewhat weary sigh. Looking over the seven feet of ORC that Urt is, she grins. "Too bad my husband wasn't around anymore. Or, better yet, my brother."

"No one except the poor girl getting tooled with magic," Mynoris says with a shrug to Svana. "But, seeing as it seemed to have done you a world of good, it's probably best to just let it pass."

Looking at the rather lost looking woman, she says, "I told you so. And it's wise to not get involved. This is rather intense drama, and without knowing the full story, it wouldn't be good to jump in. Hell, I know a fair bit by now and I haven't jumped in yet." She shakes her head. "You're in a nexus between realities. Quite likely no one here has ever heard of your world, let alone been to it."

"This is no way to achieve what you want," Jelryn says, attempting to channel his magic into a barrier of brambles around Kira, not to actually detain or harm her, but to merely divert her attention. Unlike her, there is no glowing tattoos involved, and if it wasn't for his position and and words, it would not be obvious that he was doing the magic at all. "Revenge is a dish best served chilled and marinated."

Ibara eyed the female looking thing, well, at least she was being helpful.
"This place...is not in your world either?" She asked, trying to understand. Of course, there was lore of a single place, a single dreamscape where her god's resided, and were the souls of those gone from the world. But...this wasn't it.

"How can this place be?" She asked, her eyes moving to the commotion. "I am a warrior, I may have to step in." Things did not look to be going well.

"Well, I don't know that they would be inclined to do anything, but they were Gods, so most likely they could help you produce an heir without getting anywhere close to a female if that's really not your preference," Mynoris says to Urt with a shrug. "It was never my purview though. It's just that your mistress sounds intent that she wants your heir specifically to continue the line, not your relatives."

She looks at Blair. "So, your family was abusive to you too?" she asks, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Now, that is one of the things I'll object to. Was it just because your issue with magic?" she asks. "Or do your people just not value their own families regardless of function?"

Then she smiles faintly to the newest arrival. "The matter of slavery is a messy one. Do you have slaves on your world?" She shakes her head. "I don't know how these places came to be, I just know they exist, and if they hadn't existed, I might have been destroyed along with the rest of my world, so I'm rather glad that they do exist."