There, You'll Find Your Peace [Open]

[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

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.

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[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

[Thank you for that kindness,] Nehaalista nodded gently. [I apologize if I've ruined any image you might have had of me.]

[governorkang]

"I'm not the person I get the feeling some of the people on this ship think I am, either," Kang shrugged. "I don't worry about it much; they either accept me or they don't. I'm not about to judge anyone else for their past actions or current thoughts, either."

[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

[You appear to be an honest and generally good person, Kang. Perhaps that is why they trust you.] Nehaalista pointed out and dug her hooves into the soft mud of the bank. If she'd had toes, now would be the part where she'd wiggle them.

[There seems to be little rhyme or reason to who Stacy picks, doesn't it?]

[governorkang]

Kang laughed, "Honest, yes. And I do have the best of intentions towards the crew as a whole. I wonder sometimes how the vote would have gone if more of the crew knew about my kind's history."

He shook his head. "Seems that way. What time period, too."

[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

[Well, that is a moot point, Kang. You've been elected, and you haven't proven yourself untrustworthy.] She thought for a brief, brief moment on the death knight. Was she judging too harshly? The creature still had a soul, if barely. Still had her wits about her (but how long until Arthas appeared and snapped her back into total control?), if one could call a razor-sharp tongue "wits."

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.]

[governorkang]

"You're right, of course," Kang smiled. Maybe a change of subject was in order.

"So what is a warp burger?"

[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

[It's delicious, that's what it is.] Nehaalista replied with express candor. [Juicy, with just a hint of spice...] She tipped her head back and sighed. [Why am I describing it? We should have one.] The paladin nodded decisively and pulled herself up to her feet.

[Come, we eat.]

[governorkang]

"If it's anything like those cheeseburgers I had on Zokez II, I'll be more than happy to have one," Kang grinned, standing up and brushing dirt off of his kilt. The sensoriums really were a wonderful place.