<span style="color: #a64dff">“Love will do that I guess… Or what I think is love, maybe it’s just lust and I’ve blindly ran into a wall. I don’t know, so just… Shut up before I get pissed off, I don’t care if you’re right or… just shut up. I’m going to focus on my singing from now on, I’m going to make something of myself, and… probably spend most nights crying myself to sleep.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">“I don’t think you need to Order, she likes you and Ana even though she hates me. She also hates The’kal almost as much as you do. She would jump at the chance to undo anything The’kal did and erase her legacy. But your Black hatchling certainly doesn’t seem to mind her lack of wings and the color changing White ones are unique and fun to watch. Maybe things for them won’t be so bad?”</span><br/><br/>While Leena was kind and diplomatic, Nyarien showed no sympathy for the mourning Elves around them. She followed Leena through the portal and looked around the new city with a frown.<span style="color: #b30000"> “It’s bright and smells weird.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>