<span style="color: #666600">"Ras went to visit someone he still loves hoping he could make an attempt to mend fences. He tried to be civil and apologize, he gave Ibara far more credit than she deserved. But still, you shouldn't fault him for making the effort. And Trolls are far from the bitchiest race. Most violent, sure, but Human, Night Elves, and Dwarves are much worse. Let's also not forget that you were after Ras' throat when you came to Azeroth and tried to take your child and run until I suppressed your powers and made you sit down and talk like adults. When you're bored of me, go home and snuggle him, maybe have sex, or don't, but spend time with him. I think you both need some time together." </span>She smiled and Ibara appeared before them, suspended in energy.<span style="color: #666600">"I could. You're right though, she had a good heart, and she did very well for what she was given. But now her heart has been tainted with hate, paranoia owns her mind. Of course we have a right to do that, Azeroth belongs to you and I. And we have a duty to give the mortals the best possible lives. If rewriting Ibara means we can give Silvermoon a better leader, a better future for the people living there, then yes, I would do it. There's always going to be hatred, but if they can't hurt each other, they may learn to appreciate each other."</span><br/><br/>"We know of two gods, dear, I'm willing to bet one of them would be capable of helping you. I want to be able to lay in bed and cuddle with you knowing you're not being tormented by your past."<br/><br/><span style="color: #00b359">"Ye know, a mage... maybe it was a priestess? Once told me 'the difference between intelligence and wisdom is...'" </span>He paused and frowned after a moment.<span style="color: #00b359">"I don't remember the quote, but I remember it was cheesy enough for me to make her breakfast and go fer round three. Anyways, havin' knowledge ain't good fer nothin' if ye can't use it. Me? I can barely read, but I can count, swing a hammer, and heal the worst of wounds. I can get through my life, even without ever learnin' another skill an' be happy. Ye know everythin', but ye also know nothing at all." Lonnie nodded as he listened then took a deep drink. "Well, I figure the same way I learn ta' talk to her. I use this new power to make some changes to my body so I can treat her right. If I found a good woman, I'd change what I looked like fer her. Lass, I'd change what I look every damn day just to try somethin' new." </span>He placed one hand on her shoulder and shook his head.<span style="color: #00b359"> "Most men are gonna see yer wings and be interested... when they see the rest of ye... they'll probably lose interest. Ye ain't... ye ain't what most mortals would call pretty, to put it kindly. Yer breasts are tiny fer your frame, yer facial features look like someone took a man's head and stuck it on a woman's body. Yer arms ain't got no softness to them at all. Ye look like a man with breasts an' wings."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>