Reliving your past through innocent eyes. [Open]

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

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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[nokosi.livejournal.com]

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.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

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.