<span style="color: #660000">"I think poor people skills is important to running a city."</span>She looked at Tyrande with what looked to be a sly smirk then back out over the ocean.<span style="color: #660000">"I'm starting to think there's no fish in this area."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4d4dff">"I have just told you where to find all of us. Where we all be from now on. None of us have ever failed you, we let you into our lives and after some trouble we have accepted you. We have all had our bodies and lives drastically changed to be better mates for you. How can you look at us and tell us that we're not here for you? Because we moved into a home to better suit us and our needs? What more do we need to do to make you trust us?" </span>There was more pain than anger in Miriam's voice as she pressed her face into Ashia's chest. The red child reached for Ashia's hand and growled playfully at it while the black teleported from her mother's hand to the top of Ashia's head and sat there like a smoky crown.<span style="color: #404040">"Do you really want me to tell you why people have such an easy time killing your offspring?"</span><span style="color: #4dffff">"Shut up, Nail."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>