<span style="color: #666600">"Being a Blood Elf I'm surprised you find that so hard to believe. She wanted Ibara to be strong and independent so that she could stand up to the harshness of the world and she raised her in a way that she thought would give the best results. She was wrong, horribly wrong, but I think she loves her daughter even though her pride would never let her admit that to a Troll." </span>He shrugged looked away.<span style="color: #666600">"My Vyre was different from this... pathetic, walking incubator for Ashia's bastards. She was a lot different. If you had met her you would understand. Fine, I yelled at her but it's just part of dealing with her right now. Things will be fine. This Eternal is nothing but a tool, Order from her time tore away everything that would have made her a person. She is terrified of being alone without someone to tell her what to do, she can't make decisions and act on her own, and when someone expresses any kind of displeasure she cowers like she's going to be beaten to death. All she does is release a calming aura for the mortals around her and she focuses in on, and calms, people who are highly agitated. She sensed me and followed after me trying to calm me down, then she found Ibara and that's where she's been."</span>He shrugged and conjured an image of a Human woman who Jasmine would know ran Silvermoon's biggest newspaper printing company.<span style="color: #666600"> "Her, I've only met her a few times at the bar ran by that other Eternal in the center of the city. Seems like she always knows when I'm there and her outfits get racier every time she finds me. And her perfume is... I can't get it out of my head."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>