Tyrande frowned faintly and paused before she looked at the woman.<span style="color: #5900b3">"and for the first time in over ten thousand years i have the time to carry my own cushion... so i am going to."</span>she smiled politely but did just that, carrying a long cushion to the door and she thanked the servant for opening the door and then headed back to Crimzon and then she took the Sentinel by the hand and sat down to cuddle with her again albeit in a different position so she could lay her head on her bodyguard's chest.<span style="color: #5900b3">"see? i came right back."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffa64d">"oh they didn't do it on purpose, they had been swimming with that turtle for years... i hit him in the head with a rock the next time i saw him on the shore, daddy made a soup of him. you know my entire family, my entire clan are dead dear."</span>she returned the kiss and smirked.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"i am a druid, if one of them gives me any squawking i will know why... and i will either soothe their ruffled feathers or cook one for dinner." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>