<span style="color: #ff00ff">"With all due respect Pa... Er, Frank... I'm not really sure how to best simplify my current situation for you. It's not complicated per say but it requires some knowledge of fields that usually reserved to the dragon flights. My mother is dead and Anna adopted me, just not this Anna and Vyre... Though they did adopt me I guess."</span>Vyre snorted a little and nodded.<span style="color: #8000ff">"I met Inaara while trying to get drunk in a Stormwind bar. I was trying to drink away my pain and the priestess told me that Anna was going to be murdered. We followed him to an alley, I broke his body and then she tore his mind apart... I admit I could have been a little more... A little more gentle with Anna when I broke into her home, but I was drunk and... Well it's all in the past now. You could try to stand between..." </span>She paused as Athena started to polish her shield. Vyre squeezed Anna's hand softly and smiled.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "I appreciate the blessing. But I would love and cherish your daughter no matter what. She's the light of my life."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>