“<span style="color: #4d4dff">You are my fragile and old mortal lover. I will let you play with the dirt but I can still help with the heavy lifting. And how do you plan to throw me down in the hay if I’m not out there helping you?” </span>She stuck her tongue out in return and flicked the much longer appendage at him like a snake.<span style="color: #4d4dff">“Well the apples they sell here are grown by walking trees, so I’d imagine it’s quite good.” </span>To nobody’s surprise the smell of food would rouse Chiren from her sleep and the child sat up in her basket to look around.<span style="color: #9999ff">“Mmm! Chi-chi want to eat! Oh, hi Poppa Frank!”</span><span style="color: #4d4dff">“What’s stopping you from asking Order to restore your farm? Or better yet, just move the entire thing to Northrend and we live there and renovate it.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #660000">“Why choose one? Take them both… claim them both as your women. I dare them to challenge my claim, I’ll leave them drooling from both ends and limping for days.” </span>She gasped at the blow and a small spurt erupted from her tip. Crimzon bit her lip hard enough to break the skin as she watched Tyrande<span style="color: #660000">. “Oh… Priestess, I can see why this is so popular.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>