<span style="color: #404040">"I'm not sure i can talk Tyrande into giving us access to Ash'alah."</span>Anna shook her head and scoffed.<span style="color: #0080ff"> "there is a whole continent between will eat the meat of tiny animals if starving and can probably hunt and kill a bear with teeth as long as my forearm. a Nightsaber is a huge, terrifying cat with huge claws, massive fangs and bright, hungry eyes. no, a horse is much, much safer and ten years old is safer still."</span>Sharindia giggled quietly and covered her mother with her free hand, obviously trying to stifle herself.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"why are they distressed? they have everything they need, free homes and enough land to support themselves and food to get them through winter. or are the still distressed over how terrible their lives were before?"</span>she shook her head and looked away.<span style="color: #ffff00">"no. if you killed my child, even out of mercy i would not be able to look at you ever again. if it must be done i will make arrangements with someone that is not an active part of my life... Trinity..."</span>she sighed and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00">"talk about something pleasant. the last time you came to talk and spend time with me you harped on me until i went and hunted down Looker's parents while critically injured. now you are bouncing from one huge, complex and unpleasant task to the next. i am trying to unwind from being exposed to Ras' fucking curse. i came here to relax, work on some simple, mortal problems that make me feel good and watch the stars. here's an idea, tell me something about yourself instead of focusing on my problems all the time." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>