<span style="color: purple">"No, see I can't believe that either because then it would have been obvious it was someone from the temple that had killed me and who hates me more than you and your friends? Not even my Queen wanted me dead, she wanted me back. Treat your goddess like a dog? No, I treat animals far better than I do my pets, animals are... I have a soft spot for all creatures." </span>When time froze around her Vyre looked around and narrowed her eyes.<span style="color: purple"> "You think you have ANY say over my life? You think you can abandon me as a child when I showed no signs of magical aptitude, never once show up for anything of worth I did growing up, refused to be there for any of your granddaughter's birthdays, the list goes on, and you think you have any right to tell me what I can and can't do." </span>The fury in Vyre's eyes would have made the Lich King flinch as she shattered her mother's hand.<span style="color: purple">"You're sorry? No, you don't know the definition of the word sorry..." </span>Vyre paused for a moment and inhaled her mother's scent, a dangerous flash of recognition shining in her eyes for a moment.<span style="color: purple">"I will not suffer that child, I will not raise the child of a rape, and I will not allow it to see daylight. If I want to have another child it will be because I want another. If you try to take that egg to save it I promise, the next time I see you, you'll be a bloody stain on the floor. I did it to father, don't think I wouldn't jump at the chance to do it to you." </span>As Nyarien listened to her mother she bit her lip.<span style="color: darkorange">"But... mother? What about my son, he was... from a..."</span><span style="color: purple">"You are young, you never would have had a child otherwise and you are different, you see the world differently than I do and I wish you and your son the best of luck in this world. Unlike my mother I will always be there for you and him."</span>She slowly nodded and looked over at her grandmother, clearly mixed emotions.<span style="color: darkorange">"I... I had hoped you were dead, after all the things Azshara's parents said about you, I never wanted to meet you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>