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Owsla and Oreron Hall

If anything, Oreron was tired....life had beaten, slashed and cut his spirit to near its very core. As he watched his daughter calm herself at the return of Ember's normal mannerisms and watch as Ace rolled on the floor in mock mental agony over being protected by and "fought over" by the three women that had affections for him. Though in his eyes, Owsla's affections for the meek neco seemed more like that of a little sister protecting their older brother from harm.

He rolled his eyes and sighed and leaned against the sink as he patted his left side around his pocket. "If having women faunt themselves at you is too much then do what I did and take a male as a mate for a while. No harm in that." He said with a slight chuckle in his voice.

The more he patted his side the more that his face started to fade from stoic to slightly paniced and started looking around on the floor for something. The wind from his foot blew away a small piece of paper closer to Champ as he left the room, muttering to himself as he looked at the floor as if searching for something.

Owsla also rolled her eyes at Ace's antics as the fluffins zipped around him. "I swear you still have issues, Goldie...." she said, pinching the bridge of her nose before setting her sights on Ember again. "And what is wrong with you? One minute you're all panther I heat and the next you're back to Ms. Stoic and everything." She said with venom in her words, tapping her claw-like nails on the table as if waiting for something.

((The paper on the floor is a picture of Kathleen, Owsla's mother and Oreron's mate. If anyone wants to pick it up, go ahead, just know that Oreron gonna be wigging out without it. X3))