[color=f7976a][h3][center]~Ritsa & Cynthia~[/center][/h3][/color]

[color=f7976a]"Cold."[/color] Ritsa replied simply to Mugi. [color=f7976a]"Cold bad."[/color] It seemed at least, the Hydra had a natural aversion to the cold for whatever reason. It was likely she wasn't afraid of Mugi, but rather whatever cold she used. In most of her life, she had always spent her time near the surface of the oceans, never to travel far below towards the darker, colder depths. The Hydra was never fond of dark places, let alone of cold things...well, save for Gwynn's ice.

As Fia worked around the kitchen, Cynthia continued preparing their meal. Salt, knives, lettuce, tomatoes, grapes. It would be a fairly extravagant meal, indeed.

[h3][center][color=aba000]~Sorcha~[/color][/center][/h3]

[color=aba000]"I am still not quite sure I understand, little one."[/color] Sorcha replied, a serious expression falling on the kitten. [color=aba000]"You are my servant. I have no intentions of doing things such as that with you. I am not sure if you are aware, but most dragons typically mate for life. In this case...it would be Luna currently."[/color]