<span style="color: #4d4dff">“I just try to understand those around me. I am still young.”</span>Emily nodded and looked back at her daughter for a long moment.<span style="color: #4d4dff">“I…” </span>She bit her lip and headed for the door.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> “Next time. Let’s get a stroller for her while we’re out.”</span>She looked back at Frank and offered him her hand.<br/><br/>While Tyrande rode out to the commotion Crimzon ran along. When they arrived it was quite the scene. A large, feathered raptor was clearly mocking and antagonizing one Sentinel. The beast would headbutt the Sentinel and flare its feathers before running circles around her. The other two Sentinels were trying to overpower another Night Elf who seemed to be toying with them every bit as much as his companion. When he saw Tyrande arrive a burst of energy knocked the Sentinels back and they fell to their knees, completely unharmed by their egos definitely took a beating. He whistled for his raptor who bounced over to his side and approached Tyrande slowly and with both hands up. “Hello! I apologize for the interruption. I just came to introduce myself and be on my way, not very talkative these ones.” He motioned to the Sentinels who were glaring daggers at him, except for the one who had been bullied by the raptor. “I am called Rolland. And this is Mishi. I am your son… well, Timelost son. You have no idea how hard it was to track you down on foot.” Tyrande wouldn’t be able to deny how similar to herself he looked, but his Trollish features were a troubling implication even though he was a fully grown man by Elven standards. “I simply wanted to meet you and pay my respects. I do truly apologize for any inconveniences I may have caused. Mishi, the box.” The raptor bounced over to Tyrande but Crimzon blocked it from getting close.<span style="color: #660000">“Are you Ras’ son?”</span>“I think he’s my brother but I’ve never met him myself on account of him being dead.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>