<span style="color: purple">"Uh-huh, you'll have to forgive me for finding that incredibly hard to believe, beauty is something I've never had. That idiot saved my life and my daughter's life, he also saved her son, considering the condition we were both in it's pretty fucking amazing he managed to get us stable long enough for you to get here. A pet and a slave aren't even remotely similar, but at least you learned why love is something best saved for those you can mutilate if they betray you. Oh yes they are, I can't live with my emotions, I've been without them for centuries and I will keep it that way even if I have to find whatever damaged them in the first place and break it myself." </span>She let out a heavy sigh and folded her arms.<span style="color: purple">"I had her while I was a Highborne, she's a month older than Azshara and for many years they grew up practically attached at the hip."</span>She let out a wistful sigh and looked back at her daughter.<span style="color: purple">"Azshara, Nyarien, and her frostsaber went everywhere together, they were so adorable together... Then Azshara began her decent into madness and I sent my daughter to what would later be known as Darkshore to live and train with the Night Elf sentinels. far away from any danger. I never saw her again after that, and after the Sundering I hoped she had died so she wouldn't be forced into the same fate I was... I was wrong. And no, I don't know her father's name, I reproduce based on what a male can offer my offspring, not because of love. I never had time to maintain a relationship and after Nyarien and Azshara were born I never really cared to, they were my children and I was content."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>