Rhoelyn: Rylana nods at Wrune. “I’ll watch out fer her, but ain’t it unusual for a slave to be havin’ a guard? Also, they haven’t left their tent all day!”
Araatris: The paladin clears his throat. “Well, Rhese was very tired.” When she gives him a droll look, he changes the subject. “It’s unusual, yes…”
Rhoelyn: “Then why? Because o’what happened last night?” Ry puts a hand one hip. “I don’t like that she’s here to begin wit’. She’s jus’ here fer vanity.”
Araatris: Wrune frowns and steps around the command table. “That may be, but she’s here and deserves proper protection. Captain Smythe has embarrassed us.”
Rhoelyn: The young woman shuffles her feet. “Yeah, that was rather bad… Do ya think someone should tell’em it’s time fer dinner?” Wrune grins. “Yes. You.”
Araatris: Though she winces, she salutes and manages a pouty, “Aye, sir.” The paladin smirks knowingly. “That will be all, sergeant. You’re dismissed.”
Rhoelyn: The young soldier exits and heads to Rhese’s tent. She nods to the guards. Ry scratches at the flap. “If’n yer hungry, it’s dinner time, sir.”
Araatris: Nysse stirs at the call, nuzzling Rhese’s neck sleepily before their position occurs to her. She sits up and drags the blanket over them, blushing.
Rhoelyn: Rhese groans and tugs her back into his arms. The huntress hisses. “Rhese! Someone is at the entrance. They want to know about dinner.”
Araatris: “Sir?” The youthful voice at the tent flap has him instantly shifting to his sin’dorei form. “Yes, I heard you,” Rhese says, “One moment.”
Rhoelyn: He checks that they’re covered still and calls out again, “You said dinner? Has it already begun?” Nysse buries her face as her stomach growls.
Araatris: The young woman glances at the guards and blushes at their expressions. “Um… yes, sir. It’s gettin’ on a bit. You’ve… uh… been n-nappin’ for hours.”
Rhoelyn: Rhese chuckles softly, earning a tiny groan from Nysse. “Yes, I think I do feel quite rejuvenated from my… nap. We’ll be ready momentarily.”
Araatris: The druid lets the stranger’s form slip away before he smiles playfully and rolls some of his weight onto Nysse, catching her lips for a long kiss.
Rhoelyn: The huntress smiles at him tenderly as they part. Nysse caresses his face. “This feels right, surfal.” She blushes, realizing what she called him.
Araatris: “It does,” he agrees, brushing her hair back. “We’ve fixed something broken.” He leans down for one last quick kiss. “We’d better dress, now.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse sighs, “Yes, we should. I -am- hungry.” She leans against him as they maneuver to sit up, loathe to lose contact. “What should I wear?”
Araatris: Rhese chuckles. “I’m afraid that dress is firmly forbidden.” He leans close. “At least in public. Besides, there’s nowhere to hide your weapons.”
Rhoelyn: She murmurs back. “True, but those aren’t the only weapons I have. Do you think it’ll upset Leothir if I don’t?” Nysse’s breath tickles his ear.
Araatris: “Don’t worry. I’ll let him know we appreciated it.” His gaze warms as he brushes a hand against her skin. “I don’t think he’ll fuss about it.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse closes her eyes, lingering for one last moment. With a remorseful sigh, she finally pushes to her feet and gathers her original clothes.
Araatris: The two of them are soon dressed and ready, and Rhese leads the way out of the tent to encounter a young dirty-blonde human waiting impatiently.
Rhoelyn: Rylana opens her mouth, pauses, then starts again. “Ah’ve been ‘ssigned t’ensure the safety of yer slave, Nyssera, outside o’ yer tent.”
Araatris: “Have you?” The false sin’dorei steps aside and looks at Nysse, brows raised. “My dear, meet your guard, um…” “Ah, Rylana. S-sergeant Wrune, th’s.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse bows her head. “I’m honored to meet you, Mistress Rylana.” Rhesan wiggles in her arms and yips at the young woman. Nysse hushes the pup.
Araatris: “Aw!” The sergeant bursts into a sunny smile, reaching out. The adults are entirely forgotten. “Lil’ pup! Ain’t you jus’ the cutest furry thin’?”
Rhoelyn: Unable to help giggling, Nyssera offers Rhesan to the girl. “Do you want to hold him? His name is Rhesan.” The pups licks at Ry’s fingers.
Araatris: Rhese watches with amusement as the young woman snags Rhesan from Nysse happily, cradling him against her as he laps at her face. “Darlin’ boy!”
Rhoelyn: “Isn’t he? Rhesan keeps me company everywhere I go. We have a frostwolf mount named Vorok, too!” Nysse explains softly, but excitedly.
Araatris: Ry squeaks with high-pitched excitement, nuzzling a squirming Rhesan. “A frostwolf!? Aw, ya gotta let me meet ‘im! Please, Nysse? Ah! M-ma’am.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse peers over her shoulder. “Rhese, may I please show her Vorok after dinner?” Both the huntress and guard stare at him hopefully.
Araatris: He raises a black brow, sighing in contrast to the quirk up on his lips. “I suppose, if you must. I expect I’ll need to prepare for guard duty.”
Rhoelyn: The night elven woman’s expression falls, remembering the previous night. Ry quickly interrupts, “Let me show ya t’dinner. It’s a nice’un t’night.”
Araatris: As she leads the way through the camp, the druid asks, “Sergeant Wrune, you said?” Rylana nods. “Commander Wrune – Aron – he’s mah adoptive pa.”
Rhoelyn: “Adoptive?” Nysse looks at her worriedly. Ry quickly soothes her. “Mah parents and I… it’s a long story, but he took me in and got me a job.”
Araatris: The huntress grins. “He seems very kind.” The girl nods, juggling Rhesan as he gets comfy in her arms. “Oh, he really is th’best. Ah wish-”
Rhoelyn: Rylana stops with a rueful grin. “Ain’t no sense wishin’ to change the past.” She gestures to a tent as they stop. “Welcome to the officer’s mess.”
Araatris: When Nysse reaches out for Rhesan, Ry shies back, huggling the puppy. “Ah… ah can hold’im while you eat. If’n ya like, of course. Ah ate.”
Rhoelyn: The night elven woman nods. “Perhaps you can get him a couple bites to eat. He’s a growing boy.” Ry nods enthusiastically. “Yes, ah can!”
Araatris: Rhese chuckles and lifts the flap, leading the way into the mess. “I didn’t know I was giving my slave a child when I grabbed that pup.”
Rhoelyn: The huntress blushes and follows him in and murmurs teasingly just to him. “Rhesan is named after you. Would that make you his father?”
Araatris: The false sin’dorei actually stumbles a step at that, cheeks coloring. “Ah. Um… I don’t think I’m ready for fatherhood…. You should get our food.”
Rhoelyn: Bowing slightly, she hurries to get their plates. As she does, Rhese heads to the seats in between Wrune and Leo and slides in next to Leo.
Araatris: The mage grins and elbows him in the ribs. “Ah, he lives! I was worried. Either you’d truly exhausted yourself or Nyssera had…” He chuckles.
Rhoelyn: Rhese laughs, flashing white teeth. “Both. That dress was a treat. You have our appreciation for it.” Nysse sets a plate in front of him.
Araatris: “But she’s not wearing it now?” Leo glances at Nysse petulantly. Rhese smirks. “I’m afraid it was a little too… delicate to survive my wildling.”
Rhoelyn: Nyssera blushes and sets down her own plate by Rhese. She kicks his shin as she settles into her seat. “My apologies, sir. I didn’t mean to.”
Araatris: The druid winces and forces a grin. “You are forgiven, my dear. Do please mind your manners while you’re eating. I know you’re hungry.”
Rhoelyn: “Yes, Rhese.” Nysse dutifully eats at a reasonable pace. Wrune gazes at him. “You do look much more rested. Are you up for work tonight?”
Araatris: “I was planning on it, yes.” Rhese takes a bite of food before continuing. “Will it be useful if I guard the supplies, again? Something else?”
Rhoelyn: Bahr strokes his beard. “Let’s not limit it to supplies. If you see something unusual, follow it through, but start at the supplies for now.”
Araatris: Rhese nods. “Understood. I’ll be vigilant.” As he resumes eating, Wrune looks at Nysse. “How are you feeling today, Nyssera? I hope you rested.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse puts down her current bite and nods. “I feel much better.” Nithan down at the table end grumbles. “Good. Then she won’t be in my way.”
Araatris: The paladin sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Nyssera, Rhese… I don’t think you’ve met our medic, Nithan Caldwell.” We waves a hand.
Rhoelyn: “I saw him. My apologies for borrowing your tent.” Nysse bows her head. “I don’t want apologies. I want you and Faye to clean up your mess.”
Araatris: Rhese frowns and Nysse blushes. ”Something seems to be wrong with your medic, Leo. He acts as if he has a thorn in his paw.” Nithan scowls.
Rhoelyn: Leo sighs. “I’ll send Faye over. Is that acceptable?” The medic crosses his arms. “It’ll work. At least I know Faye will do the job right.”
Araatris: Wrune pats Nithan on the shoulder. “That’s settled, now. Speaking of Faye, let’s relax and enjoy our dinner. She’s outdone herself, tonight.”
Rhoelyn: Nyssera smiles. “I like her cooking.” Leothir passes her a platter with more meat. “As do I. She’s our best cook. Have some more; there’s plenty.”
Araatris: The group finishes dinner in an uncomfortably easy camaraderie, and Rhese finds himself reflecting on how hard it is to dislike these enemies.
Rhoelyn: They split up after and Nysse finds herself walking to the makeshift stable with Rylana and Wrune. At the sight of Vorok, Rhesan runs to him.
Araatris: Rylana isn’t far behind him. “Oh, by mah first fang! He’s amazin’!” Despite her excitement, she pauses respectfully outside the stall.
Rhoelyn: Wrune just grins and watches. Nysse runs to undo the rope on the stall and hugs Vorok. He licks both her and Rhesan like they’re both pups.
Araatris: The young human watches them with envious eyes, and Wrune pats her shoulder. “Heh. Mind your excitement, okay?” She nods soberly and steps in.
Rhoelyn: Nysse tugs the large wolf toward Rylana. “Vorok, this is Rylana. She wanted to meet you.” Ry holds out her hand and he sniffs it. “Nice t’meet ya.”
Araatris: When the big wolf’s ears flatten, Ry says, “Naw, it’s okay. Ah got it all under control.” He sniffs her again before pressing his nose to her hand.
Rhoelyn: Vorok growls softly and licks at her finger. Nysse frowns at them. Looking at Rylana, she mumbles, “Wolf… girl… worgen?” The small pup yips.
Araatris: The girl blushes and glances at Wrune for support. He nods. “Yah,” she says to Nysse. “Ah got cursed when ah was a kid. Ah’m no danger t’ya.”
Rhoelyn: The huntress smiles. “I believe you, Ry.” Nysse rests a comforting hand on Ry’s arm. “Vorok likes you, too.” He rubs his head against them.
Araatris: Rylana’s smile is bright as she kneels down and ruffles the big wolf’s fur. “Good, cuz ah like him, too! Aren’t ya jus’ a great, cuddly beast?!”
Rhoelyn: Wrune reminds them, “You two should probably head back to the tent. This isn’t the best place to guard Nyssera.” Rylana sighs, “Yeah, yer right.”
Araatris: The sergeant gives Vorok one more adoring scratch behind the ears before she steps out of the stall. “Thank ya kindly fer inter’ducin’ us, ma’am.”
Rhoelyn: “Nysse. You can call me Nysse. And thank you. Wolves are a love I can’t share with many any more.” She kisses Vorok on his forehead and stands.
Araatris: “Alright. Nysse.” Rylana smiles. “C’mon, and let’s get ya safe and sound in yer tent fer th’night.” Wrune stands back, looking pleased.
Rhoelyn: The huntress picks up Rhesan and hugs him to the chest. “That sounds wonderful.” Rylana escorts Nysse back to their tent and ducks inside.
Araatris: Rhese perches atop the supply crates once more, watching the ladies as they head across the camp and into the spacious new tent. Wrune walks away.
Rhoelyn: The druid scans the area, watching for anything unusual. Things die down over the next few hours until once again someone leaves camp on their own.
Araatris: Slipping down, he trails the lone figure, staying silent and hidden. It’s not until well out of camp that a stray moonbeam reveals who he follows.
Rhoelyn: Wrune hurries toward the ruins in the distance. Rhese frowns, but continues following stopping just out of sight at the edge of a wall. “Aron!”
Araatris: The druid blinks at the figure that rushes toward Wrune and slips into the paladin’s arms. Her dark cloak isn’t long enough to hide her hooves.
Rhoelyn: “Cal…” The paladin’s tone is tender. “I’m sorry I didn’t make it last night as we’d planned. Kaerryn almost murdered a night elven slave.”
Araatris: The draenei gasps, reaching up to lower her hood and reveal her graceful horns and chin-length midnight hair. “That is extreme, even for her.”
Rhoelyn: Wrune brushes a stray lock of hair back. “She didn’t like her on sight even though the girl is meek as a mouse. I don’t know what happened.”
Rhoelyn: “Rhese … he tries to hide it, but I think he’s fallen for her.” He guides her inside to sit where a few glowing crystals cast light.
Araatris: The druid rests his face in his palm to overhear that opinion. She says, “The new rogue you spoke of?” Wrune nods, and she smiles gently.
Rhoelyn: She rests her head on his shoulder. “I wish he would, but… “ Calinea sighs. “We’ve seen what usually counts for their love. Look at Leothir.”
Araatris: Sighing, Wrune nods and puts his arm around her waist. “He tries, but he’s so mistaken and misguided. I’d like to think Rhese could be different.”
Rhoelyn: There’s a long silence as they kiss and Rhese shifts impatiently. Wrune finally asks, “Did the draenei seeress and her guardian make it back?”
Araatris: “Yes.” The woman holds his hands in hers. “Though she’s been agitated since. She keeps going on about finally understanding the locus.”
Rhoelyn: Wrune frowns. “The locus? Is she injured? I heard Rhese injured her to drive them away. Maybe she hit her head.” “Wrune…,” Cal chides.
Araatris: He chuckles, earning a kiss on the cheek for his humor. “Her perceptions may be odd, but Aleesa’s insights are important. She brought us together.”
Rhoelyn: The paladin sobers. “And I am eternally grateful. Though if we don’t stop this war…” His shoulders droop. “I could really use her advice right now.”
Araatris: Calinea sighs and cups his cheek. “At least you’re at the forward camp, now. It puts you in a better position to delay Bahr’s work. We need time.”
Rhoelyn: “Bahr’s getting suspicious. He set Rhese to watch the camp and supplies.” Aron scratches his cheek. “It’s really odd, but he seems familiar.”
Araatris: The draenei gives him an odd look. “Bahr? I should hope so. You’ve known him f-” Wrune chuckles and silences her with a kiss. “No, I meant Rhese.”
Rhoelyn: She frowns, “Maybe you’ve worked with-” Cal cuts off at the shake of his head. “Not possible. I’d definitely remember his slave, Nyssera.”
Araatris: “Perhaps he did not have her when you first encountered him?” The paladin considers that, stroking his chin. “Maybe. But it feels like more.”
Rhoelyn: They sit quietly, savoring each other’s company. It’s Wrune who breaks the silence. “I’ll have to head back soon.” Rhese glances at the sky.
Araatris: Calinea sighs and nods, forcing herself to her hooves despite the way she clings to his hands. “Yes, shanai. It grows early. We should go.”
Rhoelyn: The paladin joins her and wraps his arms around her. “Please be careful, love.” He kisses her one more time. “Let’s meet again in four days.”
Araatris: Rhese slips away as they finish their goodbyes, thoughtful as he hurries back to the camp. A short while later, he watches Wrune return to his tent.
Rhoelyn: The druid scans the camp under the rising sun before walking to his own tent. Noting their guards’ amusement, he raises an eyebrow curiously.
Araatris: “… anything to report?” he asks of the dwarf to the left of the opening. “Nothin’ untoward, sair,” she says with a salute. “Ye’ll wan’ ta go in.”
Rhoelyn: Rhese mumbles under his breath, “What is she…?” The dwarf only grins more as she pushes open the tent flap to reveal a trio, two women and a wolf.
Araatris: As the fabric falls closed behind him, the false sin’dorei stops and blinks at them. He clears his throat. “What in the Light is going on, here?”
Rhoelyn: Rylana quickly stands from where she was sitting, mimicking the wolf pup at her side. Nysse stands, looking very much mid-command. “T-training?”
Araatris: “Which one, my dear? The girl or the pup?” Rhese smirks. He starts unlacing his vambraces as he makes his way to the chair and sits.
Rhoelyn: Nysse and Rylana both blush. “I thought he might learn better by example…” Ry clears her throat. “Ah should go. Ah’ll be back afta’ dinna’.”
Araatris: The druid chuckles. “I trust you’re aware that it’s morning. Did you two forget to sleep?” He raises his brows, feeling a bit like the stern poppa.
Rhoelyn: The huntress squeaks, “I wanted to stay up to sleep with you.” Ry looks between them, wide-eyed. “An’ that’s mah cue t’leave. Bye!” She bolts out.
Araatris: Their laughter follows her out until Rhese sobers, wiping at his eyes. “That girl thinks I am going to pounce on you whether she’s here or not.”
Rhoelyn: The night elf ducks her head and blushes. “Are you?” Rhese blinks at her. “Am I what?” “Are you going to pounce on me?” Rhesan trills happily.
Araatris: Amusement twists his lips, and he leans back. “Why, Nysse? Did you want me to?” Her bright blush only widens his wicked smile.
Rhoelyn: The pup pushes her toward Rhese causing Nysse to grab him and set him on his bed. “Yami! An’da and I need to… talk, so stay here and… don’t look.”
Araatris: The sin’dorei form slips away as Rhese laughs and beckons her over. “Lovely, he’s not going t-” He stops, suddenly, and pales. “Yami. Dalah’alei.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse looks up, “Huh?” She grimaces as she stands. “Dalah’alei. You said that before.” She seems oblivious to the tears starting down her cheeks.
Araatris: The druid looks from her to the pup and back, whispering, “Goddess. This is insane. H-how can…” He hurries over to Yami and scoops him up.
Rhoelyn: The huntress stumbles to the cot and sits. “I don’t know any little boys… not with silver hair and dark eyes. Why does it hurt to think of him?”
Araatris: “Because he didn’t have us. He was lost.” Rhese chokes and buries his face against the pup’s white fur. Rhesan – no, Yami squirms and whines.
Rhoelyn: Nysse stares down at the tears falling onto her hands. “He’s… he’s been trying to find- I stabbed him. I was scared and I stabbed him, Rhese…”
Araatris: The little wolf squirms free, rushing over to Nysse as his form flows like water. Min’da! Silent, the nightelven boy throws himself into her arms.
Rhoelyn: The huntress sobs and cradles him tightly to her. “Oh my dear, sweet boy. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know!” She presses her cheek on top of his head.
Araatris: Rhese stands before them and rests his hand on the back of Yami’s head, tears in his eyes. “Our s-son… Nysse, we have to go see Aleesa. Tonight.”
Rhoelyn: The young woman nods, not looking up. “But how…?” Yami trills and Nysse replies softly to more than the sound, “I know, Yami. I love you, too.”
Araatris: Frowning, he looks toward the tent flap. “I know exactly how we can manage it. Give me an hour to rest, and I’ll take care of everything.”
Rhoelyn: Now Nysse looks up into his determined amber gaze; no sign of the tears are left. She rubs her bleary, bloodshot eyes, “May we rest with you?”
Araatris: Rhese leans down and kisses her and then Yami’s cheek. “Please. I… I don’t want to let you out of my sight.” He sinks to his knees, hugging them.
Rhoelyn: It takes them a few minutes to settle onto the cot as they hold each other. Yami squirms to kiss his parents before snuggling in center.
Araatris: As their little boy stills and closes his eyes, Rhese smiles and reaches over him to rest a hand on Nysse’s waist. “We fixed something, again.”
Rhoelyn: The huntress gazes affectionately at Rhese. “We did. I’m a little sad that he’ll have to continue the charade. I like him like this best.”
Araatris: “I have a feeling,” the druid whispers around a big yawn, “that when we figure this out, he’ll be free to choose any shape he wants.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse mumbles, “Good. He’s been through enough. He should be free. Tonight can’t come quickly enough.” They settle in and fall asleep.
Rhoelyn: Rylana nods at Wrune. “I’ll watch out fer her, but ain’t it unusual for a slave to be havin’ a guard? Also, they haven’t left their tent all day!”