"no, no it would be good practice for me to get used to defining the words i had to invent for my research so please ask." he nodded and smiled. "i believe they are basically the same as seeds, just incredibly tiny so they would come from mold, disperse into the air and when they find something they can grow on and eat, like bread they do so. since the spores start out so incredibly small the mold itself would be equally tiny and I'm sure we eat and breathe them all the time but in such small doses it doesn't hurt us. when it grows big enough to see it is obviously rotten and unhealthy to eat and breathing in a room with a lot of mold would probably be very bad as our defense against the spores could be overwhelmed and i shudder to think of mold growing inside someone's lungs."<br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"yes, Vyre and her mother Sharindia are very much alive. i have tried to cultivate a friendship with Vyre though she doesn't make it easy even for someone who can understand her years of torture." </span>she looked to her left and a full sized image of Vyre appeared standing in the room.<span style="color: #ffff00">"there is no easy or polite way to say this so i can only apologize for the truth. Vyre despises nearly all of her descendants because she did not choose to have most of them. Nyarien is the only one she chose to have and the only one she acknowledges as hers and even then her relationship with Nyarien is torn and tainted by ten thousand years of horror. since you are not a descendant of Nyarien chances are Vyre would deny your lineage and send you away and if pressed she may attempt to murder you rather then accept the truth that she failed to kill all of the children Azshara had raped into her. Vyre doesn't deserve the hatred she gets for her failure but the way she rampantly abuses the mortals around her makes up for it. she is exiled under pain of death in both Darnassus and Silvermoon not for her ancient past but for her very recent abuses of the civilians around her... the simple fact of the matter is that she spent so long as a Naga free and even encouraged to abuse anyone weaker then her that she is unfit to live in normal society. thankfully her new family are slowly chipping away at such habits as well as soothing her ancient wounds."</span>she took a deep breath and summoned a glass of whiskey which she sipped, the distinct scent of an Azeroth beverage filling the room.<span style="color: #ffff00">"but i don't trust you. i trusted you to keep your mouth shut and you didn't. i am not trusting you with them, i am stepping aside and letting you and them live your lives freely because i am not a tyrant here to rule your lives. i am a guardian keeping threats such as the Burning Legion, meteors and war from inflicting horrors upon you and i am an arbiter of justice who punishes specific and heinous crimes such as murder. both trips are between you and Susan, i will not help or hinder your actions beyond this."</span>she waved one hand and a thick book appeared.<span style="color: #ffff00">"that is a list of plants, animals and elements that are poisonous, venomous or otherwise toxic to a Seraphim. most of it should be recognizable to you since you share most of them but there are some notable exceptions. one major exception is mushrooms, every kind is toxic to Seraphim to varying degrees and the ones that would kill you are bad for a Seraphim to even be near so keep that in mind while guiding them. in the other direction they are quite immune to nearly any insect, arachnid or reptilian venom on Azeroth since they evolved in a far more hostile environment. anything less then a wyvern or chimera sting will have no effect beyond the physical wounds inflicted and maybe a mild itch."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>