Nyarien slowly stroked Leena's back as she listened.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Sounds like she's not someone I want to invite into my life then. And maybe I should talk to my mother... Life above the surface is much more complicated than what I'm used to. But the Sentinels have become a joke, my mother nearly single handedly destroyed Silvermoon in a way that's nothing like her at all. My grandmother has likely destroyed all history of herself. I will make a point of talking to Elune, but I know Leena wouldn't enjoy my body as an Elf so I still have time to worry about that." </span>She nodded and let out a low hiss.<span style="color: #ff0000">"This world is a disaster. Maybe I'll just stay on this island and raise a child with Ophidian..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>