<span style="color: #8000ff">"Well you're a bit late there, there's nothing left of me to save. All I have is my pet and when she doesn't need me anymore... I plan on finding a beautiful cliff to fall off. Ibara is dead and nobody else will make me feel like she did." </span><span style="color: #ff0000">"I'm disgusted to call you my mother. How could Azshara ever see strength in such a coward? Throwing your life away because one worthless half breed doesn't want you anymore?" </span>The Naga snorted and looked away.<br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"We will talk to her when we're done here. We'll come up with a solution together and you'll help me safely implement it." </span>The'kal smiled up at Order and nodded.<span style="color: #666600">"She sounds quite lovely, when will I get my invitation to the wedding? Jokes aside, I think you two could support each other both be better for it. If she's taking constant harassment it's going to wear her down, and you need someone caring and patient." </span>Her smile shrank to a smirk and she headed for the door.<span style="color: #666600">"Look at Elune and I, we're both happier with mortals than without. I'm sure Scholar has her eye on some cute little Gnome somewhere off tinkering away in a lab. Flora... she doesn't count, but she may be our daughter in law soon. So she's a lesbian? That's fine, I say go for it. Take her to bed and let her enjoy you, they say the mortal mind is most clear for a few minutes after an orgasm. Perhaps you should play with her, get her off, and see what her mind looks like at peace? Daughter, dear, your mothers need to talk to you!" </span>Elerona was in the living room with Zelina in her arms while she fed their twin daughters.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Do you need to yell? This house isn't that large."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>