Vyre sighed softly and kissed Ashia.<span style="color: #5900b3">“It was a joke. Anna, can you leave your bread long enough to come cuddle or do you need to watch it?”</span><br/><br/>“Well Elune was your goddess so it seemed reasonable that you would consider her infallible and think of all of her creations as perfect. But if Elune was willing to own up to her mistakes then things are different.” Ras bit his lip and sighed. “You’re much younger than I thought and I apologize. I uh… I think you should see my Vyre so perhaps you can understand my skewed understanding of Elven age.” A life size model of his Vyre appeared before them and had he not said it was Vyre Tyrande would never recognize her. While the native Vyre was deep purple with silver hair, this woman was nearly pink with deep blue hair carefully trimmed bangs making her look far more civilized. Additionally, while the native Vyre was built like a warrior, this Vyre was softer and motherly looking and considerably older than the native. “This is- was my wife. My Vyre. It seems that my timeline was considerably different from this one. The people are all the same, but Vyre was much older and I’m about thirty years older than the native Ras.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>