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Reliving your past through innocent eyes. [Open]

Now that everything was over, and people regained their memories and appropriate ages, Ronnae found herself staring at the sketchpad her younger self was carrying around. She was somehow scared of opening it. Fearful that the memories would be too painful. She had, after all, done her best to not think about things while on the ship. She knew it would only bring her heartache knowing that they might or might not be in the pods and even then, would they be the same?

She sighed as she settled under the large tree that made up Nokosi's house, slumping down till she sat on the grassy floor, relaxing against the smooth bark of the tree. Placing the sketchpad on her lap, she looked at it with hesitation, maybe she'll take a peak.

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A sound much like a giggle escaped his mouth when she mentioned the 'flirty ones'. "Indeed. There was a black drake who always looked at you whenever you went to visit Ashpaw, Ember and Sunpaw. I believe he was very interested, you know."

The next picture was of them on a big, blue furball that may or may not have been Fontaine. But it probably was.

Ronnae looked away embarrassed and nodded. "Y-yeah... H-he was always asking stuff and asking for me to go to him..."

She quickly changed the subject to the picture as she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. "Best. Pillow. Ever."

Nokosi laughed at her shyness and shook his head slightly. Always the same.

"He is! I think he must know this as well as he is always willing to lie behind us. If he were not out and about at the moment I am sure we would be resting upon him." He glanced at her. "When you were tiny you simply adored him. I had to fight with him to avoid sleeping on the floor at your bedside, you know."

"Really? He really is a sweetheart. And I adore that he's so protective on me. I love him very much, that's for sure." She smiled, wondering what the lightning infused spirit beast was up to. He really was another important aspect of her life and one she would hate to lose.

"He will be very glad to hear that from you! We both adore you completely but you know this already."

Nokosi turned to glance at Ronnae, his head slightly bowed as he looked up at her. "Your memories...from this," he said, touching the sketch book. "Have they been worth knowing so far?"

Ronnae nodded slowly. "When I first came to, there as a lot that was muddled... A lot that seemed... I don't know... not real? This and the pictures I had to ummmm clean up from that specific area of the city... They have all helped greatly in regaining my memories that I lost due to the clock."

He snickered. "I liked those pictures, some of your best work yet! Almost as good as the ones drawn on the houses. Almost."

Nokosi ruffled her hair. "Have you and Billy come to terms about everything already?"

"About everything?" She tilted her head curiously.

"He seemed very upset about everything, naturally. I know he took care of you those last few days and I did not really stop by during that time but it must have worked up his heart." Nokosi drew his legs up to his chest, one arm still on the sketchbook in her lap.

"You both do not seem the type who would simply shrug off such an event and move on to the next day. That is what I mean."

She sighed. "I... I don't know... There's a lot of things that have made things... tense... But I think.... I think that things are getting slowly better."

"Tense? Like what?" He questioned. "I admit that I have not seen him since that day so forgive me if I am not up to date on everything."

"Just how things have been recently. The war, the missions the accidents, just... you know... stuff that puts a bit of strain in things..." She looked down sad, it didn't help that she always felt bad about herself.

Nokosi frowned, seeing the melancholy look on his friend's face.

"Yes, those things...they can. Have you both sat and conversed about them in length? I will admit to knowing very little when it comes to relationships which involve lovers, but I do know that talking can solve many problems if you do not mess something up as I am inclined to do on occasions."

"I've wanted to... But sometimes he seems to be in such a good mood that I can't push myself to sit down and talk with him... about that sorta thing."

"I do not think Billy would mind either way, Ronnae. He would probably be better off knowing that everything was not well between you two. Would you rather keep it inside and let it fester?"

If she wasn't going to he could always bring it upon himself though really, he had no way of contacting Billy. It would upset her terribly, yes, but things would get done as they needed to be.

"I... I don't know what I want to do.... I wanted to believe that I could just ignore it... but I don't know anymore... I...." She simply kept quiet at this point. She could feel the knot in her throat starting to rise and the sting in her eyes. She'd need a few moments to calm down.

"This is not something you can ignore, Ronnae..." His voice trailed off and he turned his silvered gaze to the girl beside him, a sigh managing to find its way between his lips. It would be hard for her, he knew. It always was.

Instead of speaking further, he placed the sketchbook beside him and tightened his grip on her, pulling her against his chest. He reclined back in the grass at the foot of the tree, fingers softly brushing against the wine-colored bangs that usually obscured one of her teal eyes.

Though the expression he wore was one of serenity, genuine concern gnawed at his mind. Once she was suitable calm, they could continue their conversation.

Which would be on him to continue... The position, the tree, the grass... it all reminded her of simpler times... peaceful times. They would lounge at the base of their favorite tree and speak of dreams or random events they witnessed. When they ran out of stuff to talk or when the need for one of their famed naps arose, they would simply lay there, against each other, sleeping the day and worries away.

It almost felt surreal, as if there was no war, no conflict, no worries... It felt like home. And as such, she simply closed her eyes, waiting for her chest to stop hurting.

Nokosi smiled slightly as she relaxed against his form. While their eyes were closed the could be wherever they imagined. The shafts of sunlight being filtered through the heavy branches touched their skin, and though it wasn't real sunlight, he felt the warm glow that usually emenated from it.

"The wind," he said, his voice soft. "It carries a tune of the past."

Back then, if they were lucky and work was light, Ellistree or even Drakkaa would grace them with their presence. For such fierce and demanding women they were both overly mothering, something he definitely appreciated. There would never be any words between them, only the gentle caresses of nimble fingers through their hair as they sung a tune.

He was hardly a singer but the memories were imprinted so strongly in his mind that humming the tune was an easy feat.

It would be easy for her to fall asleep there and then... The pleasant thought of them being back on Azeroth... under that tree they loved so much. Her mother brushing her hair just how she always loved and Ellistree pampering Nokosi cause 'people had been rude to him that day'. It was a sweet image... One she missed ever so greatly.

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