<span style="color: #4d4dff">"I can... I think I can, anyways. I may be a dragonling now but I still have the instincts of a dragon, and that includes letting my children leave and be independent. To have a child that wants to stay with me goes against everything I feel and it’s causing a lot of conflict.” </span>She smiled at him and nodded.<span style="color: #4d4dff">“That’s very true, and honestly a little surprising to hear that you know that. I don’t know how to explain pocket dimensions so let’s just say we went through a portal.”</span><br/><br/>Nalo sighed softly and stood up before heading into the kitchen and hugging Morah from behind.<span style="color: #b30000">“How would you feel about moving out of the city and finding a forever home? Somewhere out of Night Elven territory? Work is fine, Shandris is easier to work with than Tyrande ever was, but I… well Elar asked me to talk to her and I just made things worse.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>