Iron looked at Whisperia with a bit of surprise when she was kissed  but smiled after a moment.<span style="color: #b35900">"Not much magic, but it's there. She just doesn't know how to use it very well."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"But how aren't you... like me?" </span>The'kal nodded and looked down for a moment.<span style="color: #666600">"I was going to just erase it- her and move on with my investigations. Then I thought maybe Ibara would like to meet her, but when I grilled her for questioning this one seemed offended by the idea of owning pets. No, I fully understand ley lines and magic traces, I knew what I was doing. But I guess the wild nature of the arcane and my own chaotic existence didn't play nice." </span>Vyre pressed her face to her mother's hand, the Naga without a single battle scar that the original had, and much smaller.<span style="color: #666600">"It may not have been a curse, but it was ancient by mortal terms and was detonated by a powerful, but focused Arcane blast. Specifically one targeted at Vyre's skull. And I'm not entirely sure it was Nalo, either, from everything I could see she was still more machine than woman when whatever 'fixed' Vyre happened." </span>She shrugged a bit and looked at Vyre.<span style="color: #666600">"I can get rid of her, I really have no idea who or what she is, but her memory is Vyre's but... she doesn't know who Azshara is. It's like her memory had a hard reset after the transformation."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>