<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"Doing something enjoyable is never pointless or a waste of time. I don't think you need to do anything with me, I need to find my own path and figure out this life. But having you close by will help me have some... I don't know, but I feel at ease knowing that you're here. Then perhaps we should both avoid that place, but since I'm not exiled from Silvermoon should I let the High Priestesses know while we're still here on the Eastern Kingdoms?"</span><br/><br/>"That's for me to decide, and I already chose you." He smiled down at her and stroked her back affectionately. "You smell like burnt herbs and chocolate." He laughed softly and kissed the top of her head.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4da6ff">"Order is a force... of nature, like Chaos, Death, or... life. You speak of them... as if they are a person. You are strange and... speak in riddles. I used to enjoy riddles. I can feel the windchill... on my bones, the sand blocks it. Plugs the... holes in my flesh."</span>She looked back down at Ashia and leaned down to nuzzle her large, sandy head against the smaller creature.<span style="color: #4da6ff"> "Dragon...ling. Mmm, are you not just... a dragon? A dragon is a dragon... regardless of size or shape. My master... calls me Mischa. He is a kind young... Troll. We are not from this world... but we are from this world. This is Northrend this... is home. But my home is not... here."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>