<span style="color: #ff00ff">"It feels like a prison that smells like a whore house. We should go shopping together and leave Vyre behind, she might get in a fight with a shopkeeper because modern furniture isn't as 'premier' as the logs and enchanted tree leaves she used to wipe her ass with back in Azshara's palace." </span>Vyre growled Athena who grinned back at her.<span style="color: #8000ff">"That wasn't a disguise falling off, it was a curse. My hair has always been silver, it was supposed to be silver." </span>She ran her hand through it and flowed like liquid around her fingers.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Age isn't relevant to her, Papa. Your life is a flash of light to her so what's ancient to you is no different than a one night stand to her."</span><span style="color: #8000ff">"Oh, now I have to ask to be fed? You get your old man back and suddenly I have to ask to be fed? I think someone getting a little too full of herself." </span>Vyre sounded quite serious as she stood and moved behind Anna just to hug her tight and kiss her neck.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>