<span style="color: #9999ff">"There's change and then there's rising from the dead as a whole new woman. Dead sister? Her and Lori both died during the battle against the Legion on Hyjal, I know because I went back to give them proper headstones and found found both of their graves dug up... along with countless others. With all due respect, you're an immortal being whose power is limited only by her imagination. You could rewrite a mortal's personality as easy as I could load a rifle. There's a human mage you helped in Dalaran, she's been writing about you and your people, I'll be honest that you're not... like she describes." </span>She looked around the house and then to her sister across the room.<span style="color: #9999ff">"Delithia... what's going on here?" </span>She looked at Order with a scowl then slowly approached Delithia who looked at her sister curiously.<span style="color: #cc99ff"> "Hello there, who are you?"</span><span style="color: #9999ff">"I'm Syncilla, Ashmark, your sister."</span><span style="color: #cc99ff"> "Mmm, no, I only had my twin sister Lorelei." </span><span style="color: #9999ff">"Twin? Lori was three moons younger than you."</span><span style="color: #cc99ff">"Well that's not what I remember and I certainly don't remember having an older sister."</span>Order would see a familiar twitch in Synscilla's gloved hand but she turned away before she slapped the priestess.<span style="color: #9999ff">"Is this some kind of Eternal joke I don't get?"</span>Delithia cracked a grin and pounced on her sister from behind, but doing so got her flung across the room like a ragdoll even though Order would protect her she still screamed in surprise. Before Delithia could come to her senses Syncyilla was standing over her.<span style="color: #9999ff">"Do you think this is funny? I buried you in pieces, found your grave disturbed, our sister dead twice, and rumors of you in fucking Silvermoon doing everything you hated in life! And you think it's appropriate to act like you don't know me!?" </span>Order would be very familiar with the pain and anger in the old Elf's voice.<span style="color: #cc99ff">"S-sorry, I thought..." </span>While the Elves spoke, Relene never left Syncilla's side but the beaver wandered around the harpies would get a weak zap if they got too close to it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>