| The river that flows thru Terrokar forest is chilly and clear; flowing swiftly through the dark and emerald woods.
Selwan had paused, still in her ghostwolf form, near its banks. Nearby a totem pulsed softly; a healing one, its gentle sea blue aura radiating around it.
Narm arrived at her side and dismounted; His horse snorted and began grazing idly nearby as he approached her. Romathis had been tethered to the stallion and he had obediently followed.
The mage noticed that the fur of her legs was wet, as if she had been in the river itself. He could smell it, a faint smell - not quite like that of a living wolf so much as the shadow of one, as if one had passed by some moments ago.
Other than briefly glancing up at him, she was lying still, nose on her paws, whining mournfully but strangely..as if she were speaking, but it was intelligible to the human standing near her. To him her sounds were small grunts and whimpers.
"Lady Selwan?"
At first she didn't respond; her tail thumped twice in response, knowing his voice without turning.
A few seconds passed before her form began to change, a delicate sparkle of light as the shade of the wolf's form faded and was replaced by the Draenei, sitting in the grass with her legs tucked beneath her, her tail partially hidden by the grass.
She stood, and turned to Narm and smiled slightly, weakly, before nodding at the totem and calling it back to the elements.
"Adare buran lok mannor ruk, re aman, re aman.." she whispered, and pulled a small leaf from her pocket.
Narm wouldn't know what fadeleaf was, but Selwan knew it by its shape and faint acrid scent.
She bent forward over the water and laid the fadeleaf upon it. She could feel the tears welling up again.
"Now..I have done all I can.", she murmured, watching the fragile leaf become caught up in the currents, floating swiftly away and finally out of sight.
"Have hope, Selwan." Narm spoke quietly and rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Hope is all there is." She responded, still watching the rushing waters flow out into the wilderness.
"Come on..let's go. I've found us some work. It'll..take your mind off things for awhile, perhaps?" he patted her then; her chainmail clinking softly beneath the sound of his palm. She drew a deep breath and finally turned her back to the river and made her way towards their waiting mounts.
"Perhaps. Yes."
And then, more firmly. "Yes, you're right. Of course."
Resigned and shaken, it had been two days of pure emotion. An evening with Aeron, a confession to Ledgic with a promise that it was over.
She never imagined that this would be why.
She mounted up and as she did, her hand brushed against the flask, still swinging from her saddle. She blinked at it a moment, its silvery surface reflecting in the sun, before uncapping it and lifting it to her lips, drinking two generous swallows of the searing golden bourbon.
Narm watched her, but made no comment.
She wiped her mouth and with a grim, bleak scowl, clamped her helmet down on her head and nodded at him.
"Let's get out of here."
Last edited by Heresy; 23-06-07 at 03:59 AM.
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