<span style="color: #ff4dff">“I don’t have any friends or family, outside of you two, and I’m a simple commoner. I never needed or could afford anything nice. And I don’t think you want me to wear my old Temple robes.” </span><span style="color: #ff0000">“I’ve never once considered needing anything formal. I’ve always been a demon in someone’s head, attending a wedding was never something I had to worry about. But I can make something nice for Ana and I.”</span><br/><br/>Vyre growled drunkenly and glared at her mother as she tried to unbury herself.<span style="color: #330066">“That… first of all fuck you… second it was that lousy goat bitch… Inaara. Worthless… worthless… but mine, my worthless goat. I fucked her better than she’s ever had. Left claw marks and healed them silver… she got mad that I had left marks and I got mad… I got so mad that I said things.” </span>She sniffled softly and looked away.<span style="color: #330066">“I don’t know why I was angry. She was right and I don’t like leaving scars on anyone but I… I broke her trust and now I can never touch her again and she’s moving out… fucking Ras gave her so much money she’s moving to Darnassus. She thinks she’ll find another Elf and she knows I can’t go there. Now go away… or bring me more beer. I drank all of Anna’s shitty cooking beer and I want to black out.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>