<span style="color: #660000">"No, you're right, the people will never see me as anything other than Crimzon. But that's okay, when I do go out on my own and start my own life I can change it then. I can be whoever I want to be."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4d4dff">"Five days ago?"</span>Miriam and Ruby looked at each other and frowned.<span style="color: #b30000">"The'kal wasn't anywhere near Azeroth five days ago. She didn't do this to you, someone else did."</span><span style="color: #4d4dff">"Come here."</span>She helped Ashia back to her feet and lead her into the main chamber where she called for Spite. The blue dragonling teleported into the room and looked at the crying Ashia with a frown.<span style="color: #4dffff"> "What's going on?"</span><span style="color: #4d4dff">"Can you show Ashia the conversation we had with The'kal a week ago?" </span>Spite raised an eyebrow then conjured images before them.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> "So you'll be away from Azeroth for how long?</span>" An arcane image of Miriam appeared talking to The'kal who was back in the dragonling body Ashia loved.<span style="color: #666600">"About two weeks, I'll be gathering some crystals to decorate the place and make it more lively in here. I already let Order and Ashia know I'll be gone so if there's an emergency call for Order."</span><span style="color: #4d4dff">"And you're sure you let Ashia know?"</span><span style="color: #666600">"Of course... I think. Anyways, when I get back Ashia's new body should be healed and rested up so we can all give her clutches like she deserves." </span>The'kal stopped and looked away at something not conjured.<span style="color: #666600">"Why is he in orbit? Oh well, probably just checking on his son." </span>Spite let the images fade and Miriam motioned to the blue dragon.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"The'kal wasn't here to do this to you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>