Karnum's Glade, Desolace
The dawn was just beginning to break in Desolace, the first golden rays of light beginning to break through the branches as Daraman looked up from his small cooking fire. He knew that soon, people would be out and about, going about their daily business, and Kass would begin to stir. Fortunately, he would be finished soon, he thought as he lifted the pot and gently stirred the contents with a large wooden spoon. As he sat and watched his dish, he saw someone walking towards him, her white gown brilliant in the morning sun, and as she came closer, the tauren realized it was Dessina, the innkeeper. He smiled up at her and nodded in greeting, "Morning, Dessina."
Daraman stumbled down the path away from Light's Hope Chapel, barely aware of Kassira calling out his name as his mind raced with the staggering revelations. Was it really so simple? Had he been staring at the answer the entire time? Could it be true? He had to hope so, even if it carried the risk of true death, as it gave him a chance to escape this cursed existence. But if it was true, it would mean that he had been living the past three years with a terrible, unthinkable fact: Daraman Thunderhoof has no soul.
Daraman waved to Kassira as the wyvern carrying her back to Desolace flew off into the night before he turned to walk to his own home in Durotar, a broad smile on his face. The date had gone extremely well, in his opinion. Even the zeppelin arrivals and departures had been perfectly timed. Sure, he'd spend the next week getting sand out of his tuxedo, but it was totally worth it. He had wanted to give Kass a memorable experience on their first date, and he felt fairly confident that he had, and in a good way to boot. He had been nervous about the date ever since she had first agreed to it. He had wanted their first date to be special, but they had already done so many memorable things as friends. They had even been named King and Queen of Dire Maul by the ogres inhabiting it through some strange circumstance that neither elf nor tauren fully understood. How could Daraman possibly hope to top that?
It's been a while, dearest friends, since last she's been about.
Such monotony, you've missed her deeply, can't allow that to play-out.
The Queen's Keeper does yet wander, appearing within the crowd.
Eyes flicker, always watching, the flashy and the loud.
A slow smile, a demure glance, she'll inquire casually.
Daraman stood up and took several steps back to look at his work, brushing the dirt off his hands as he glanced behind him and asked, "This good, Alathien?" The elven woman came up behind him and peered around his shoulder, examining the small garden with a practiced eye before giving him a soft smile and nodding her head approvingly.
Daraman looked around him in awe of what he was witnessing. He had heard stories from some of the tauren in Camp Mojache, but they had never said it was anything like this. Even some of his friends in the Circle hadn't mentioned how awe-inspiringly beautiful this land had become. Surrounded by the grey wastes of Desolace was a field of verdant green, dotted all along the outskirts by small saplings, either alone or together in groups. Wisps circled some, lending their energies to encourage this new growth while kodo roamed across this new life, watched over by Cenarion Ancients. And at the center of this sea of new life, great trees with leaves of violet and jade towered over the surrounding landscape, forming a protective circle around what lay inside. Inside, members of the Cenarion Circle, tauren and kal'dorei alike, worked to continue to foster the growth as well as to help sustain what they had already create
The dawn was just breaking, thin beams of light beginning to break through the dense canopy of Feralas. On the bluff overlooking Wildwind Lake, next to the small stream that emptied into it, sat Daraman, stripped down to a pair of leather pants and nothing else. His eyes were shut as he felt the cool breeze flow through the fur on his chest, acknowledging and thanking the spirit of air that cooled him, even if the spirit could no longer answer him. He could feel the water spirits that made up the lake and flowed through the stream, the spirit of earth that was the ground beneath him, and all around him, stronger than all of the other spirits, were the spirits of life. From the fish in the lake below, to the other tauren going about their business in Camp Mojache below, to the dark spirits of the corrupted dryads in the glade nearby, he could sense all of them. He smiled softly as he reveled in the old, familiar sensation, findin
((OOC note: Some of the conversations have been paraphrased or pieced together as I best remember them, sorry. Rated explicit because Dar drops the F-bomb, twice!))
I reached my hands into the shallow basin of water and scooped it to my face, rubbing vigorously. I was definately not myself today. The past week I'd spent in Dalaran had been...shocking, to say the least. I hadn't expected to ever see Melyra again. Ever. Let alone her...our offspring. A full grown daughter, pretty and innocent staring at me with her round eyes. Like a deer. I'd been caught off guard, horribly off guard.
I slammed my fist on the table supporting the basin, causing it to slosh over the rim slightly. I had no idea what I was bloody doing. Agreeing to let Kassira come to Silvermoon, to live with me. I was a bloody monster and I damn well knew it. And Synn, ah well Synn had unlocked the monster even more. I prayed to any being with a higher power to help me keep it reined in when I needed to. I could not afford to let it loose anywhere near Kassira. For some reason, the girl wanted to get to know me. She wanted me to be part of her life...