<span style="color: #ffa64d">"you read it and made it and it's still terrible." </span>she looked at the ingredients and frowned a little.<span style="color: #ffa64d"> "we lived near Faralas but mom got most of our fruit from a Goblin. where she got the money for it we could never figure out, dad was a... subpar hunter and i don't know what mom did for work but she made way more money then him. i asked her what she did once and she hit me so hard my right eye swelled shut and told me that it was none of my damned business."</span><br/><br/>Valeen smiled a little and took the pen back and then went over to a closet and set to rummaging among the things inside and from the sound it was full of empty wooden boxes.<span style="color: #006666">"then you didn't know me very well. i may not be good at telling my sisters how much i love them, but the few times a year its acceptable to give gifts on this planet i try to make up for it... ah, here is a good box for this."</span>she came out of the closet carry a tiny wooden box that was arguably more artistically carved then the pen. the wood was a rich brown with polished brass hinges and the top depicted an alien panorama of exquisite detail despite the tiny dimension of the box which would barely fit three of such pens.<span style="color: #006666">"this was my favorite view on Draenor before the war."</span>she opened it to put the pen in the box and then she clasped it shut and rubbed a smudge of fingerprint off the equally polished clasp.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>