Vyre shook her head as her mother vanished and made her way out of the room.<span style="color: purple"> "I need to hit something, hard. You should come with me Ibara, just in case I hit something, or someone a little too hard. You're not doing anything else important right now."</span>Kitori looked over at Ophidian and sighed.<span style="color: blue">"If she's friends with Ras that was a complete waste of effort and unless you can talk Ras out of helping her she's never going to for fear or respect you like she should."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: red">"Naga are different than dry skins, I can't imagine it bothering him too much. But I have no intentions on leaving the city to put that theory to the test, and I'll eviscerate anyone who tries to make me. I dislike violence but I'll make an exception for my son's future. Well if my grandmother has her way you won't have to wait too long to find out, I wouldn't be too surprised, or upset, if she got herself killed by Ophidian within the next couple hours." </span>Nyarien nodded a bit and started to go through the bookshelves to find anything that interested her.<span style="color: red">"My mother, for the small period of time I knew her while we were still Elves, was like that then too. She pushes away everyone she could have a friendship or relationship with and focuses on taking care of her pets, she sent me away to live and train with the sentinels where I'd be safe from Azshara's madness, unfortunately me being here today shows she didn't send me far enough away. But I don't hold it against her, I understand she was only doing what she could to protect me unlike her mother who just abandoned her... 'The Secret Lives of Gnomes' what?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>