Order returned to her body just to raise a brow as Britomart's bloody axes appeared floating mid combat.<span style="color: #ffff00">"if this is your definition of well tempered it leaves much to be desired. you know her better, do you think she can be trusted on the moon? she was living with the Draenei, not the Humans. i leave your extended family in your hands... thats why the Empress is unhappy, we arent supposed to be playing god at all and you asked me to do just that. you cant ask me to save a world and then tell me its a bad thing."</span><br/><br/>Anna looked at Vyre for a moment before shaking her head.<span style="color: #404040">"b-but sh-she is f-female, that do-doesnt make s-sense... amd dr-dragon are s-suposed t-to mate w-with each-other."</span>she looked at Vyre's belly before she whimpered.<span style="color: #404040">"th-then y-you would h-have a baby dr-dragon? b-but they are l-little m-m-onsters..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>