<span style="color: red">"I'm... yeah it would. I don't want this creature's life to have been ended for nothing." </span>She tilted her head and looked at Ibara curiously.<span style="color: red"> "Do you not want to have children? You seem to have two places that would be good for raising them, here and Silvermoon if it's even half as nice as Shauna described it."</span>She moved into the kitchen and carefully sat the bird carcass and skin down in the sink.<span style="color: red"> "Love is a world used too liberally by mortals. They love jewelry, they love certain types of food, they love animals that can't love them back... What's the saying the humans are so fond of, take it with a grain of sand? I won't claim to know Ras very well, we met when he was a young adult and thought more with his daggers than his head, but I don't understand how a man could have so many women under one roof and claim to love them all. It would let you replace her with someone who would be able to focus on their task of protecting you and not lusting over you."</span>She paused and looked back to Ibara.<span style="color: red">I would like to meet this Vyre some day, she sounds an awful lot like a dragon the more I hear of her. We are capable of love, but we love very few throughout our lives and only those few will see it. To outsiders we're cold and evil no matter the situation. Having this form of... control I find makes it easier to kill painlessly too. You can end a life with little more than a flash of heat, quick and painless. As it should be."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: red">"Saying 'hello' would probably be a good place to start. I know it is, but life is going to be far harder for you than an Elf just because of what you are, even if your past was spotless you would still be judged unfairly." </span>She stepped back and folded her arms<span style="color: red">. "Ophidian is a pig of a man loved by the temple only because he's easily manipulated, you were nothing but a tool for reproducing with to him. You gave him a child and he threw you away, Ras is far from innocent, it was he who stole you from your cave after all, but he gave you affection and companionship. It was he who introduced you to Nyaka. The people who hate you are those blindly loyal to Ophidian."</span>Lunell paused and tapped her chin in thought for a moment.<span style="color: red"> "Those that shoulder matter to you will not care about your past. Those that care about your past should not matter. If someone cannot judge you by the content of your character and the quality of your work, then why would you care to impress them or want to be trained by them?" </span>She turned and looked back at Tyrande with a neutral expression.<span style="color: red"> "With all due respect, High Priestess, I would ask that you keep to yourself. You tossed this acolyte's hopes of advancing to a priestess to a priest who is openly racist and only still carrying his title because we need bodies. Business? How about I <i>work</i> here, I tend to the wounded sentinels and when I'm not doing that I'm escorting acolytes from one lesson to the next. I get that Ras makes you hot and bothered but show some professionalism in the temple and keep your personal grudges to yourself." </span>A few passing priestesses let out quiet 'ooohs' as they passed by and the group that usually tailed Ras began to snicker quietly but the priestess' expression remained blank.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>