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trans_92010-08-04 06:03 pm
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There, You'll Find Your Peace [Open]
In light of her run-in with that odious, terrible, frustrating the Death Knight and the Tauren, Nehaalista had chosen to retreat to the sensoriums. While it still baffled her a bit, it was there she could call up Tuurem, as she'd known it, before the Horde, before her own training had led her family to the city.
It was a little collection of small homes and buildings (small as compared to a Draenei, anyway), along the river. Villagers she remembered, now long, long dead, bustled here and there, attending to business that had never concerned Nehaalista. Huntsmen and bakers, blacksmiths and fishwives, all protected by the peacekeepers that patrolled the town in twos. The sound of hooves were everywhere. Somewhere in the distance, an elekk trumpeted as it came down the road. The light in Terrokar was blue as ever, thanks to the olemba trees filtration.
Nehaalista sat next to the riverbank and watched workers setting up tents for a festival of one kind or another. She smoothed a hand over the skirt of her robe and nibbled at some bread. She passed it over to the little Draenei boy next to her and signed, [Eat, Faram.] The words appeared over her head as she signed them. It was good to hear her mothertongue spoken in such volume again, coming over the buildings and rooftops in half-muttered curses and well-meaning joking.
It was a little collection of small homes and buildings (small as compared to a Draenei, anyway), along the river. Villagers she remembered, now long, long dead, bustled here and there, attending to business that had never concerned Nehaalista. Huntsmen and bakers, blacksmiths and fishwives, all protected by the peacekeepers that patrolled the town in twos. The sound of hooves were everywhere. Somewhere in the distance, an elekk trumpeted as it came down the road. The light in Terrokar was blue as ever, thanks to the olemba trees filtration.
Nehaalista sat next to the riverbank and watched workers setting up tents for a festival of one kind or another. She smoothed a hand over the skirt of her robe and nibbled at some bread. She passed it over to the little Draenei boy next to her and signed, [Eat, Faram.] The words appeared over her head as she signed them. It was good to hear her mothertongue spoken in such volume again, coming over the buildings and rooftops in half-muttered curses and well-meaning joking.
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He chuckled at the younger one, "I can't blame her for wanting food from home."
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[Faram! Sit down!] It was a little jarring at how well the Sensoriums captured Faram's nature. [And yes that... creature had something to do with it.] Well, the elf and the Tauren, but mostly the elf. [It is in my very nature to oppose her and want to see her ended. It's more than just her, though. There are people on this ship that are that same nature... and I just...]
Nehaalista sighed and nudged Faram towards the town. [Go on home, Faram. Go get ready for the festival.]
"I am ready!" he protested.
[You are covered in bread crumbs and river mud. Go on.]
"Fiiiiiine," the little boy sighed and waved at Kang. "Good bye, sir! Come to the festival." He ran off back down the path, towards the town square. Nehaalista watched him run, closed her eyes and looked back at Kang.
[I do not know what I must do now.]
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Kang waved back at the boy, and when Nehaalista 'spoke' again, he sighed, "I know that feeling. I know it very well. I can't really help you with that, though; it's something you need to figure out on your own."
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Nehaalista smiled, [But there is no reason for me to bother you with my worries.]
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He looked across the river. "Consider it dropped, then. I'm willing to listen if you ever need it, though, Nehaalista."
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[There seems to be little rhyme or reason to who Stacy picks, doesn't it?]
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He shook his head. "Seems that way. What time period, too."
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Still, death knights always struck her as something entirely untrustworthy. They still depended up ghouls and other abominations to make "right". And their goodbyes... Well, she'd been told to "Suffer well." enough, thank you. [Be honest about what needs to be said, when it needs to be said. Not before.]
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"So what is a warp burger?"
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[Come, we eat.]
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