--Shyr, Datha, Merchants' Way—

Nevihdor adopted a smug smile and with a swift move of his hands brought out his dagger and cut off a feather from a passerby's hat without him noticing and after placing the feather in Rynza's bust, he moved the dagger between his finger's claws and placed it back at its handle "I think I can handle it  ..It does worth the chance." a bipping sound interrupted him "Oh, ehm.. they're waiting for us in the Galaniel stadium. Don't worry though  ..it's right there. We only have to walk up the Stares of Princes." he pointed at the majestic stadium standing above and behind the many towers and old houses of Datha; a long path of many marble steps, covered by arches and busts leading to it.

--Rith’Essa--

Upon reaching the creepy dark swamp world, Balmox was really excited and approached a mean looking flower "Wow, this place is like nothing I've seen before  ..short of looks like Lamya, but scarier! Come on girls, let's explore!" he walked a bit, but then he looked back to see if they followed him  ...despite wanting to appear fearless, he was quite scared of this place.

--Remelax--

The newest admiral of the Frontiers patted her friend and smiled "Oh, I bet they would  ..you should call her here sometime!" she then rubbed her hands together and adopted a rather playful and interested tone "Oh well, I tend to not take care of myself much  ..I guess some Formic rejuvenation cure wouldn't be bad; off to the spawning pool we go! Just don't make me look younger than my daughter  ..she would tease me for the rest of my life. Let's say; make me just like I was in my seventies  ..I mean, I look pretty good for my age, but it's only a decade before my face starts looking like the geographic map of Arys after the bombardments."

--Shyr--

The nobles' march of Formics and Ghashyr had by now reached the central building of the forums; the great stadium and its gigantic entrance, that one could imagine was build for giants, or the gods themselves. Inside there were flags and people and a general sense of jubilation, while at the terrain's center was the 40-feet marble statue of winged Ayra with her bow and arrow made of pure gold.
Myrsa nodded happily at her fellow Talmyr and friend "Well, you only need to ask and I'll sent my finest architects to build anything you want in Nuzeikurga  ..perhaps they could even mix your cultural style and our Gardaxian architecture and make something new!"

-

Upon Sivtress hugging him and raising him up, Rosdax couldn't really do anything, but find her move really cute and heartwarming  ..so he just accepted it and hugged her back.
As Zagara explained however, his face seemed a bit worried  ...On one hand he really liked Sivtress, but on the other  ..to have his mind linked always? And ALL of his thoughts? He was about to panic but just closed his eyes and raised his hands to the height of his head "Ehm, thank your your greatness!" he quickly turned back to Sivtress "Well  ..hmm  ..then I guess, Sivtress dear, you will have to accept a few things about me  ..first, we don't always mean what we think, secondly, I am divorced; so I have plenty memories of my ex up in here  ..and lastly, I hope you won't mind my more, ehm mature thoughts about you."

(For an amputated Ghashyr engineer who's into xenos, that's something more than luck! ;P)