Whisperia nodded with a quiet sigh.<span style="color: #5900b3">"the same thing happened back in Ashenvale... Britomart would raid the Satyr or Harpies, whichever she felt like kicking in the crotch that day and come home and we were happy. but both of those stories are part of her problems, everytime she is happy something destroys her happiness. how many times can she be kicked so hard and be expected to recover with no help? and im not saying your not trying but honestly, what does a soldier or a cat know about  helping her through these problems? all we can do is love her and she cant repress everything forever despite her protests to the opposite. and she does hate you, she is just lashing out."</span><br/><br/>Britomart shook her head with a frown.<span style="color: #ff0000">"i would prefer a portal to a several week flight across the ocean... and before you brag about your speed, which im sure is impressive, i cant survive moving that fast in the open air, i would suffocate. i cant exile into wind at the speeds you would need to move to get to Mulgore anytime this week."<br/>
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((sorry, hurricane kept me busy for a few days.))</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>