<span style="color: #ff0080">"no, it's not okay... it makes me feel judged and that isn't fair, this is my home, the only place i have ever been safe to enjoy myself."</span>she moaned softly and then smirked at Kitori.<span style="color: #ff0080">"you are not an animal sweety but i still have to be a good mom and make sure it's okay for you to have so much. male Naga are usually just as monstrous as the women, he isn't because he was raised by your grandmother Whisperia."</span><br/><br/>Ana stared up into Vyre's eyes as her legs wrapped around her Mistress.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"soon Mistress... and then we can hug and kiss properly again."</span>she moaned again as her body started to buck harder.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"cumming Mistress... cumming."</span>she moaned out, her back arching a little but her position didn't allow much movement.<br/><br/>Tyrande would weep for hours, hardly noticing as her clothing was changed and she held Crimzon tight the entire time. when she had finally cried herself out she looked at Crimzon.<span style="color: #5900b3">"thank you... thank you so much... i need water."</span>there was always a pitcher of water in Tyrande's room and quite a few other things she might ask for and Crimzon would smell a servant waiting beside the door outside in case Tyrande needed anything else.<br/><br/>Shandris took a deep breath and looked at Nalo.<span style="color: #0059b3">"if Elune hadn't corroborated your reports i might have thought you killed my adopted father in some ham-fisted attempt to put them together... it's no secret that you wanted to split up my adopted parents in favor of my mother having a relationship with Crimzon. since i know you are the third most socially retarded woman on Azeroth i will politely tell you that under these circumstances you can never make a joke about their relationship and even mentioning joking about it might do irreparable damage to any relationship they may build from this, not to mention hurt them deeply. i know he is your employee but i would prefer to be polite and not have to worry about paying him myself so i am asking."</span>"it would be my honor General." Morah sighed and looked at Nalo.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"Nalo, honey, i love you to death but shut up. your remark to Tyrande about this ruining the trip was bad. talking about making jokes to a grieving daughter is horrible. but suggesting that we desecrate Shan'do Stormrage's body to buy time is horrible beyond description. so, you close your mouth and you let the Elves handle this and until Tyrande feels better you don't say anything to her except how sorry you are and if she asks for anything you nod and make it happen. am i understood or do i have to have Order make me a gag you can't chew through or rip off? Elar, General, please begin immediately, i will see to it that Crimzon gets Tyrande ready. how long do we have?"</span>"we have two hours." the Elves marched off while Morah took a deep breath.<span style="color: #ffa64d"> "in my room you will find my Silvermoon badge, you call the other me and tell her i need my black robe, she will know what that means. then you let her get you dressed and bring me my robe. i am going to get Crimzon moving to get Tyrande into her Mourning robe." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>