<span style="color: #404040">"that is a kind goal but i cannot say you are making any progress. i don't know what you should do, i don't even know what to do with myself besides tend to my duties and hope not to cry too much to get anything done."</span>she nodded and leaned her head against Ruby lightly.<br/><br/>Inaara laughed quietly but it wasn't mockingly.<span style="color: #a64dff">"this from a Dragon raised by a Human woman... by the way, the man in question spent quite a while as a Forsaken and learned to see the Horde in a whole different light. i would bet he could learn to see past your scales, he already sees past Ashia's and she is the wrong damned color to be interacting with Humans. but no, its safer to hold onto your own racist ideas about Humans then to meet the man and face your fears. lets face it, he is a farmer, he might beat you to death with a bale of hay before you could teleport away." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>