<span style="color: #a64dff">"You don't know anything about my life but you sit here and act like you have the answers to everything, no wonder Ashzy hated you so much." </span>Even Ras paused what he was doing to look at Vyre. "I meant I was going to go to Darnassus and sweep a fresh Sentinel off her feet and give her a night to remember. But now I'm more concerned about your daughter." Vyre opened her eyes and looked up at Sharindia for a moment.<span style="color: #a64dff">"You were never my mother but you keep saying it. Has your age finally caught up to you? My earliest memories... hmm... I remember waking up in a bed, my throat hurt and my head and body hurt too. I was..." </span>She paused and counted her fingers for a moment.<span style="color: #a64dff">"I think I was ten years of age." </span>"That's an impressive memory."<span style="color: #a64dff">"The first time I met you was... I don't know. But I know you were a crazy old woman back then too, you kept claiming to be my mother when I know you weren't."</span>Ras narrowed his eyes as he looked at the two Elves on the ground. "So they beat the memories of Sharindia out of you. They beat a toddler." Vyre looked up at him through half-lidded eyes and shrugged.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "I woke up in a bed in an infirmary a lot and I would never remember how I got there. Sometimes days would have passed, sometimes years. There's a lot of holes in my memory as a child and I don't know if I want them back. I'm scared to know what my family did to me."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>