<span style="color: #ffa64d">"Sharindia said no more then every third day, something about my feathers and not being able to fly if i washed them too often. it also takes me like half and hour, i have alot of feathers to wash."</span>she quickly yelped, squirmed and then started giggling as he tickled her and then she shook her head.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"your playing again arent you?"</span><br/><br/>Tyrande looked up and then sighed irritably.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "not spies, observers. they have been keeping an eye on Morah, there was alot of confusion about her duplication and they had my permission to be in the city... and now i have a diplomatic mess on my hands."</span>she sighed again, this time in exhaustion before she closed her eyes.<span style="color: #5900b3">"ill need to send a message to Silvermoon with an explanation, please get me a good one as soon as you can, speed is important."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>