<span style="color: red">"I'd like to see this place for myself then, my daughter can track us down if she needs to run from Sharindia. Though I think Sharindia will be the one who needs to run."</span>She stood up slowly and stretched each of her four thick legs.<span style="color: red">"Come, you can ride on my back if you'd like. Most of my kind think offering rides is degrading. Most of my kind is also dead, being a little friendly tends to go a long way I've learned."</span>With a smile she headed for the door and took a look outside before leaving the house.<span style="color: red">"I'd like to meet a Tauren but I don't think they'd like to meet me, maybe I'll spend some time practicing transformation magics. There's so much of the world I'm not welcome to see because of what I am. If I was a red I'm sure nobody would be opposed to me walking around. But such is fate, I detest conflict yet I'm born a black while the traitors and manipulative cowards are born bronze and blue." </span>She looked back at Shauna and nodded.<span style="color: red">"He had a past nobody should ever have." </span>Outside she looked around the area and flames sparked to life around her and began to dance around her body, warming the area considerably but not burning the grass beneath her.<br/><br/>The troll pulled the ring up as directed and shuddered as the water drained out around her, the scales already shining brighter with the first wash but her skin remaining the same.<span style="color: purple">"You are, but while you are powerless you should work on that. Being able to face your fears without the crutch of your magic. Your body is soft too, a little work would be good for you."</span>She held up one arm for Sharindia to see the deeply cut muscles tensing underneath her exposed skin.<span style="color: purple">"Sometimes you can't run or throw something. Sometimes you need to be able to hold something down and break its neck. Sometimes... you just need to be tough enough to not die, you know? Can't win every fight, but you can at least be tough enough to survive and learn from them. My mother is like you, she is weak and can't defend herself if she can't throw spells. She was to live out her life with a broken body laying eggs that would never hatch for a chromatic drake. Because she wasn't strong enough to survive a fight."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>