<span style="color: red">"I don't think Leena would appreciate me becoming warm-blooded. She seems to enjoy my current form, maybe when she dies I'll start life over as an Elf. There are some things I miss about that life, what little of it I still remember. I don't have a grandson, my one child is an infant." </span>Nyarien shook her head and closed her eyes.<span style="color: red">"If we have to wait until morning then can I trust you to keep Nalo hidden from Silvermoon's more nosy priestesses? We don't need the others in the home to get in trouble over my plotting."</span><br/><br/>Vyre folded her arms and shrugged.<span style="color: purple">"You're not my type. I do know what it's like, that's also why I walked away from that life. I'm not bothered by my past with Azshara, like you I was just a dumb soldier blindly following orders. It was all I knew how to do, all I was good at. Maybe that's why we get along so well, we're both morons who aren't good for anything but killing. I don't trust my mother with the man I love, let alone with a woman that's probably quite capable of destroying Silvermoon and the surrounding lands with the information she possess."</span>She laughed quietly and shook her head.<span style="color: purple"> "I'll call for my mother but I don't know what to expect, if she took Nalo for her own selfish gains there's really nothing I can do to help you."</span>She moved over to the desk and leaned over it.<span style="color: purple">"Don't threaten me with a good time. I would love to get in the ring with you." </span>With a grin she stood up and looked away.<span style="color: purple">"Shar... <i>mother</i>, do me a favor and get your sorry ass over here. I want to know what you have planned with Nalo."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>