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He smiled and kissed her forehead. "I won't leave you. Would you like to take the shorter way?"



Ator sat at home, in a wing back chair, reading.

Irsa shook her head, "Don't get too deep in, we're going to have company. Dad's coming home with a woman."

He frowned, "How do you know?"

"Deep magic stuff."

"Relax," Nightfire offered, "Only one son has sharp teeth, and he's the nicest one."

"I wish you wouldn't do that all the time."

Irsa shook her head, "I wish I didn't do it all the time either, but it's not important because they're here." She went to the door and opened it just as her father was about to open it. "Stop dilly-dallying and get inside. I've known you were coming for a while now. You've been teasing me."

Nightfire grinned, "Perhaps."

Ator peeked around the chair at his father and the lady he'd brought home. "Who's that?"

"This is Almarea. She'll be staying with us for a while, I hope."

Irsa eyed the female, "Must be something special...if you brought her home..."

Ator nodded in agreement. "We don't usually get to meet the conquests."

There was a loud splash and a blue pony appeared in a pool off to the side. He was a mix of dragon pieces and merman parts, and indeed had sharp looking teeth that showed when he smiled. "Don't worry about them. Their bark is worse than their bite. I'm Orin, the all black one is my sister Irsa, and the green haired pony that's afraid to meet you head on is my brother Ator."

Ator twitched in his seat, "Am not afraid..."

Irsa grinned, "Don't think so loudly in this house. I'm easily tempted."

Orin frowned, "Mind your own mind, Irsa."

Ator, feeling a bit exposed from the previous comments, frowned, "She's just showing off...trying to be the alpha b***h."

"You mind yourself or I'll show you an alpha b-"

"Enough! Irsa, you will curb your tongue and your self. If there are any invasions done it will be by me. Now, if you're all through being childish, I think we should all decide to enjoy one another's company. You never know when you will enjoy it again."

Ator and Irsa sank low, dipping their heads in shame. Orin grinned as he turned around in his small pool.

"I apologize," Nightfire offered as he bent to kiss Almarea's hoof, "For the behavior of my children. Apparently they've forgotten any manners that they've been taught." He sent a reproachful glare in their direction. "I assure you that their behavior will improve."

"Would you like to get settled in? I can show you to my chambers, if you would like. You could have your own room though, if you wished." Nightfire smiled, "I doubt you'd want to share with Irsa."

"I was hoping you'd like to stay with me. I'd much rather have you with me than to be alone." Nightfire led her down a hallway and opened an opulent door to an even more opulent room. "After you, my dear."

Nightfire stopped, "Why not you?"

Nightfire shook his head, "You are neither plain, nor simple. You are the only one who sees you that way, Almarea. I certainly do not see you that way, and if you would like, we can start a poll to see how many others see you that way as well."

He nodded and tucked her under his arm, "I am very much in agreement with that. No one else should think of you the way I do. I might just decide to use them for potion ingredients..."