Saravess nodded with a pained smile.<span style="color: #00ffff">"yep. it's alright, it's not so bad that i am crippled or anything an-"</span><span style="color: #b35900">"it will get worse." </span>Jin'jara was walking into the room, her gait definitely stuttery but she seemed stable enough and Jenjayah walked over to scoop her up.<span style="color: #ff8000">"how many times do i have to tell you to call me?"</span><span style="color: #b35900">"i need to learn how to walk better. give me to Nyaka."</span>Jenjayah frowned but nodded and did as told, the toddler wrapping her arms around Nyaka's neck to reach the back of her head and she pressed on two spots at the base of the Elf's skull.<span style="color: #b35900">"either you or Sellendra need to rub around these spots in slow circles, like this."</span>she rubbed them one clockwise and the other counterclockwise.<span style="color: #b35900">"you will know your using enough pressure when she relaxes. i can't believe the Elves didn't tell you this."</span><span style="color: #00ffff">"they have a special tea they use, it seems to completely cure them but it doesn't work for me."</span><span style="color: #b35900">"oh, well... then i guess they wouldn't know about this. okay, you can give me back to Jen-Jen."</span><span style="color: #ff8000">"mother, i am not five years old anymore."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffa64d">"there is a difference between a secret and business details that do not involve me. i only need to know if it effects me, Silvermoon, Ibara or one of my sisters. telling Vyre about Ibara could effect all four of those categories. i could go into great detail about why it was wrong but i think Shauna pretty much covered it... and i don't think she will ever come visit me again. Leena did pop by but i wasn't in the mood for visitors so i sent her home. you don't have to plan much for Tyrande, mostly what she needs is to get away for a while. it would be great if we could get her to vent her other problems more... she is so lonely she doesn't even remember what it feels like not to be lonely. she is so full of resentment that its practically coming out of her pores. she is so sexually frustrated that if she ever had a proper orgasm her toes would curl so hard they would break. and worst of all is that she is in love with a man who will never be devoted to her in any meaningful way... not that she is any better, if he were here she would neglect him because of her devotion to their people."</span>she shook her head with a soft sigh.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"to be honest i am amazed that Tyrande is still sane... ten thousand years of self sacrifice for both her and her people came to nothing. their long vigil was rewarded with a massacre the likes of which none of them could have imagined."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"you speak as though any of that was even a hundred years ago... i am well over ten thousand years old now. it may take a millennia or two, but you will get there."</span>she smiled a little and looked out over the water.<span style="color: #5900b3">"if i get too drunk the worst that will happen is that i throw up... that is nothing compared to so many other things that i have suffered."  </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>