Tyrande nodded a little and picked up her brush.<span style="color: #5900b3">"that would be fine."</span>she resumed brushing her hair but paused for a moment.<span style="color: #5900b3">"though you may find that i am poor company... i have been alone so long that i often sit in silence for hours on end."</span><br/><br/>Ashia shook her head several times and she whined as though mortally wounded, the sound lower pitched then what would come from a warm blooded person but still mournful and pained.<span style="color: #404040"> "i am hurt... i don't want to lose control anymore... i hate it... i hate not knowing what i have done or who i did it to... i hate having to live with the consequences when i had no choices..."</span>she whined again when she was hugged and The'kal would feel the Dragonling shaking in her arms.<span style="color: #404040">"i wish that made me feel better..."</span><br/><br/>Anna smiled but shook her head.<span style="color: #0080ff">"meet her first Mistress, make an informed decision."</span>she nodded and lead Vyre to the kitchen where she had left Athena with a plate of her best home cooked breakfast.<span style="color: #0080ff"> "Mistress, this is Athena, Athena, this is my Mistress."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>