Whisperia looked at Erin and then at Britomart.<span style="color: #330066">"don't get attached to her my dear, i don't think she will be welcome for long."</span>she turned on the spot and walked out of the kitchen as Britomart cuffed Erin upside the head.<span style="color: #ff0000">"your definitely not the sharpest tool in the box... Whisperia's pregnancy was a magic induced wreck that nearly killed her in about five different ways because what should have taken eleven months happened in five. then she nearly died in childbirth because Night Elves aren't supposed to have twins. then she was hit with the mother of all hormone bombs that left her suicidal one hour, binge eating the next and then crying for no fucking reason after that. in the mean time her relationship with a certain person finally came to an explosive and teary end that it took Order's power to fix. she is finally getting back to normal and you throw her weight in her face? if you had said that last week she would be literally chewing your face off."</span>she rubbed her face and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000">"keep those powers handy, if you keep insulting people from this timeline your gonna need them... what's next? you gonna go tell Ophidian that he has to let Saravess have Syrenka back? he will beat you to death with your own spine."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>