Isabelle frowned as she listened and then shook her head.<span style="color: #663300">"I'm sorry that she hurt you and I'm sorry for what i said... i think our word for fantasy and yours have slightly different meanings. our word for fantasy implies that something is entirely impossible by any mean, such as you flying under your own power. yours seems to mean that something could be done but you are prevented by some obstacle that cannot be overcome."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"she is prideful and destructive but she is also loving and protective... Azshara just killed everyone Vyre has ever loved. on the contrary Vyre's powers specifically included the power to kill Azshara but Vyre's father stole the tool that Vyre was meant to have to help empower her even further."</span>she chuckled and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00">"i did what i could to perfect the design but she was twisted from a normal Dragon into this by an insane Troll with some seriously depraved ideas and fetishes."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"Britomart's soul was literally slipping out of her body, without it her emotions were pretty much limited to hate and envy. her soul hovered near her body and whenever she got too bitchy the guilt and remorse would make her will herself back into her body and she would try to run damage control but she couldn't maintain it and she didn't understand what was happening... when her condition deteriorated too much she lashed out and Jim's pain brought it to my attention and i straightened everything out for them."</span>she nodded and smiled.<span style="color: #ffff00">"good... she has an interesting personality and a fiery temper, you might like her." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>