"Egjoran Royalty, right. Duly noted, Little Imp. I shall be there promptly," Drae chuckled as he set Iva down and came around to sit with Angela and Amaranth. 

"That's all right, Amaranth, I'll settle for taking your hand," Drae said as he lightly took Amaranth's hand and pressed a light kiss to her knuckles before he sat down beside his beloved. "He seems quite content with his sister holding him," he smiled at his son who had apparently had his fill of Amaranth's milk, and burped soundly as he relaxed into the young woman's arms.

"Nah. I am used to it by now," Drae said with a shake of his head. "Its just a natural part of the female physique, and this is a place to worship almost all things feminine," he said with a slight shrug. "You need only dress if it suits you," he reassured her and nuzzled Angela lightly. Drae laughed heartily when Amaranth called Angela a cougar and remarked that Drae hardly looked older than her brother. 

"Not quite step-father yet, but you are right. Don't be fooled though, I am not as young as I look. My elvish blood gives me a more youthful appearance than I can claim. But still, I am barely into my third decade of life. If I had been full blooded, I would hardly be allowed out on my own, since I would still essentially be a child," Drae chuckled. As he spoke, it became apparent that there was more about him than just elvish blood. While it was possible for a half-blood to grow facial hair, Drae looked as though he had just freshly trimmed his close beard, and thick raven hair was freshly slicked back, even though it was well into the day. He also appeared far more physically fit, almost absurdly so, for someone of elvish heritage, and even for someone with human blood. His garb, however, was clean cut, fashionable, and well-tailored, and was typical of what one might expect a mage or sorcerer to wear. The only thing about his outfit that seemed out of place was the corded necklace he wore that had a childish assortment of beads and charms on it. His steely gray eyes were intelligent and bright, but held an air of cunning in them, and the way his smile seemed to linger in a smirk suggested a bit of an arrogant side to him. 

"Tell me, Amaranth, where have you been hiding out?" he asked, and offered to take Rohan from her.

Angela waved her hand at Amaranth. “Cougar… whatever. I can have whatever man I want. Your age, my age, older.” It was most certainly true. Her harem had a ton of different men in it when she had it. She still had it around but never really for what she used it for in the past. It had made some men upset but she was content with Drae. He didn’t leave her side too much anymore and really he was good at the jobs she had for him as well.

There was an innocent smile on Angela as he talked about how old he was. “You are still younger than Thyme. You will meet him in good time! Thyme is fifty or so now. His father was a ranger and I think I met him out on the road once… or twice.” She couldn’t quite remember. “Oh… it was three… Huh…” She chuckled a bit. “Wild elves…” She said it almost fondly. Not that his father quite understood what Angela had told him when Thyme was born. 

Angela watched as Rohan reached for his father and she chuckled. She easily moved Ro from her daughter to her lover. The boy seemed happy in his father’s arms. In all honesty, Angela was glad that Drae stayed. Rohan and the others needed a good father. Iva slipped down to the floor to get out of the water and she too watched Rohan. “Don’t hurt him Daddy. He is fragile like a package!” Angela chuckled softly at the girl’s words. “Or… a vase. Or… that thing I broke this morning.”

Amaranth gave Drae a somewhat awkward handshake, still holding Rohan, and chuckled at her mother’s response to being called a cougar. It was true, Angela could have any number of partners - but the fact was that she was very old, and finding someone her own age was next to impossible. She handed her brother over to Drae, with a slight frown. The recent experience had been somewhat intense, and she felt an absurdly strong bond with the infant boy. “I’m teasing, mother,” she said, finally shaking the feeling.

She looked at Drae for a moment, pondering. It seemed like the man was the kind she could get along with, and her mother was clearly fond of him. She believed and hoped that he would stick around, and made the decision to invest in the relationship with her would-be stepfather. “So mother wanted us to get to know one another,” she said, inviting to do just that. “I suppose we might as well start now, yes?” She smirked a somewhat evil smirk, and with a gesture, tendrils of plant matter sprung up from the earth next to Iva - before tickling her mercilessly. “I’m a fauna witch,” she explained, giving Iva a break from the tickling plants. “I primarily use beast magic, but I’m versed in other druidic magic forms as well as certain dark magic and psionics,” she elaborated. She pulled at her choker, to bring attention to it. “Each talisman represents a beast I can transform into,” she said, spinning her choker around so Drae could get a look at them all. “As for my psionics… Well, they have…” She looked at Iva again, and with a gesture caused the plants to tickle her again - “Mature properties,” she said in a lower voice, so Iva couldn’t hear.

"Fascinating. I would love to see your magic in action some time. I think it would make for a good study," Drae chuckled. "It seems more like it is strongly defensive magic, but I would be wrong to assume that it can't be used as a nasty offensive as well. Nature has a way of taking what can be beautiful and serene and turning it ugly and dangerous in an instant," he said respectfully as he leaned in and looked at the talismans on the choker before he sat back and began lightly bouncing Rohan on his lap. He chuckled at how Amaranth used her vines to tickle and distract Iva, and she seemed like she was having a good time with her elder sister there. He began thinking about how he might be able to adapt his magic to do something similar. 

"Psionics are certainly not for the immature. There is so much you can do with the mind that is not for the faint of heart," the half-elf agreed. "I study magic myself, though it was only within the last ten years or so that I came into my power," he told Amaranth with a smile. "Before that I was, and still am, a business man, dealing in the rarer and more illegal merchandise that a mage could seek in Wyllmochvar, and I do very well for myself. The truth is that there are few who dare to cross me, and I happen to like it that way," he explained to the new daughter he was getting to know. 

"Angela and I met about a year ago, and baring a couple months of misadventure, I have come to call this place my home, and there is no place I happen to cherish more, or would defend harder," he said as he lightly tickled Rohan, who giggled and cooed up at his father, reaching up to tugged at his long black hair.