Araatris: “No, of course I don’t understand!” Nysse throws up her arms at Rhoelyn. “Why won’t he see me? We’re leaving, soon.” The priestess sighs.
Rhoelyn: “We don’t know why you changed into a wolf, sister, and Rhese is still setting the last bindings on the curse.” Rhoelyn catches Nysse’s hands.
Araatris: The priestess soothes her thumbs along Nysse’s palms, turning her hands over to reveal the barely visible shadowed marks. “He is afraid for you.”
Rhoelyn: The huntress grimaces. “We need him.” Nysse stares at the marks. “I want to help him, but instead I’m forced to wait. Will he at least see Yami?”
Araatris: Rhoelyn bites her lip and glances toward the small tent before she turns back, pressing Nysse’s hands. “I… he must be handled carefully.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse frowns and queries gently, “Is there something you’re not telling me, Rhoe? Is something wrong?” The worried huntress stares at the tent.
Araatris: The smaller night elf sighs again and moves over to perch on a log that lays outside the tent, patting the space beside her. “Come. Sit, please.”
Rhoelyn: For a brief second, Nysse looks like she’s willing to rush the tent, then her shoulders droop and she joins her sister. “Rhoelyn, what’s wrong?”
Araatris: Taking Nysse’s hand once again, she softly says, “Perhaps the short answer to your question is that your attacker ripped away months of effort.”
Araatris: Rhoelyn looks at her with a furrowed brow. “I cannot give him that back in a few short hours. He fears he’ll hurt you both as he once did our friend.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse closes her eyes. “He won’t, sister. There’s a part of me that’s without a doubt. Rhese would never hurt his mate.” She fights back a blush.
Araatris: The priestess considers her for a moment, a soft smile on her lips. Finally, she says, “His temper is short, right now. The mad wolf is all rage.”
Rhoelyn: The younger woman leans over to Rhoe and grasps her hands. “Then you’ll let me try? Please, sister!” Nysse desperately entreats Rhese’s twin.
Araatris: Rhoelyn nods reluctantly. “I hope you understand: he will be angry from the start. Angry and afraid for you. The curse is barely under control.”
Rhoelyn: “I’ll step carefully. Thank you.” Nysse kisses Rhoe’s cheek and stands. The huntress steps quickly across the small camp and into the tent.
Araatris: She pauses, letting her eyes adjust. Rhese sits on the floor in the corner, his knees pulled up and a blanket wrapped around him. “Rhoe, g-”
Rhoelyn: His head snaps up and he growls, “Out! Get out!” Nysse moves slowly, sinking to her knees and crawling toward him. “Rhese… please let me stay.”
Araatris: The druid shies back, baring his teeth with the bluster of a wounded beast. “You can’t! You can’t be here, Nysse!” He points back to the tent flap.
Rhoelyn: Nysse soothes him in Darnassian, inching forward. “Take a deep breath, my love. I know, but I need to be with you. Let me give you strength.”
Araatris: Rhese hesitates before shaking his head with a jerky motion. “Do you have any idea how badly I hurt you? I don’t even know how I did it!”
Rhoelyn: “You didn’t do anything. If our roles were reversed, you’d do the same.” Nyssera’s tone turns dry. “And Wrune gave me a detailed report.”
Rhoelyn: The huntress sighs. “Rhese, we balance each other. I’m not upset with you. I’m not scared. But I do need you so very much. Yami needs you.”
Araatris: He growls, snapping, “You are the worst slave. You never just listen.” The druid buries his hands in his hair, pressing his face against his knees.
Rhoelyn: A choked sob escapes her lips. “It’s a good thing I’m your mate and not your slave.” Nysse reaches out and lays a tentative hand on his head.
Araatris: Rhese shudders, and she can feel the tension in him, the way he holds himself rigid. But he doesn’t move away, only lowers his hands to the floor.
Rhoelyn: Nysse runs her fingers through his hair. “It’s alright to lean on me sometimes, beloved.” She scoots forward and leans over him, hugging.
Araatris: “Nysse,” he says softly in a tone that’s almost scolding. The druid lifts a hand to curl over her arm, and she can feel when he starts to tremble.
Rhoelyn: She kisses the top of his head and murmurs in his ear. “You can fuss, but I’m not giving up on you, fuzzbutt.” The huntress hugs him tighter.
Araatris: Nysse’s mate finally shifts and wraps his arms around her, squeezing her tightly. Rhese buries his face against her shoulder, grumbling.
Rhoelyn: Burying her face in his hair, Nysse cradles him, murmuring comfortingly into his ear. The huntress stays still, refusing to move protesting muscles.
Araatris: By the time there’s a timid scratch at the tent flap, Rhese dozes in Nysse’s arms and her legs are on pins and needles. Rhoelyn pokes her nose in.
Rhoelyn: The huntress opens her eyes, lifting her head slightly and looking at Rhoelyn. She mouths, “He’s asleep,” then grimaces as her legs throb.
Araatris: Her sister smiles and looks between the two of them tenderly as she steps in without a sound. She comes over and kneels beside Nysse.
Rhoelyn: The young night elf blushes and opens her mouth, but glances back down and bites her lip nervously. She mouths again, “I don’t want to wake him.”
Araatris: Rhoe nods and brushes Nysse’s hair back out of her eyes. She leans closer to her ear and whispers, “Thank you. It will be time to go, soon.”
Rhoelyn: She nods and murmurs, “Perhaps I should wake him then.” Nysse sighs and clenches her teeth as she shifts ever so slightly. “Do you want to stay?”
Araatris: The priestess shakes her head, resting a feather-light hand on Rhese’s. “I will go,” she whispers. “Yami wants to see you both. He’s anxious.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse inclines her head. “He must be. Thank you. I hope we’ll be out soon.” She waits until Rhoelyn leaves to gently stroke his hair. “Rhese?”
Araatris: The druid stirs, nuzzling against her like an overgrown child. An overgrown child who seems much more calm, now. “Dalah’surfal,” he mumbles.
Rhoelyn: Nysse giggles, “Rhese, that tickles.” She shifts to kiss his cheek. “We need to wake up. We have a busy day ahead and a son that wants to see us.”
Araatris: “I don’t know what you did, my lovely, but I feel better.” The druid yawns and shifts around, nuzzling her neck with more intention. “Soothed.”
Rhoelyn: She smiles. “I was here. I didn’t do anything special, beloved.” Nysse shifts with a groan, wobbling as she moves her legs out from under her.
Araatris: Rhese starts to reach for her legs when, with no warning, a little head pops through the tent flap. “An’da? Min’da?” Yami fidgets, biting his lip.
Rhoelyn: Nysse shares an amused look with Rhese. “You may come in, alei.” She extends her arm and Yami runs into their embrace. The boy clings to them.
Araatris: “I waited a long time,” Yami says petulantly. His father pats his back. “I know, little light. Thank you for being patient while min’da helped me.”
Rhoelyn: The huntress kisses the top of the boy’s head. Yami grins and crawls into his father’s lap, “Are you better? Aleesa said we’d be leaving soon.”
Araatris: Rhese frees an arm from Nysse to wrap them around the boy. “I am better. Your wise mother said family could give me strength, and she was right.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse blushes, but watches them with a tender smile. “Speaking of strength, would my strong men like to help me move? My legs are asleep…”
Araatris: The druid chuckles and pulls himself to his feet, Yami still in his arms. He winks at their voidling. “My hands are awfully full. Should we, alei?”
Rhoelyn: Yami pouts. “Maybe. Min’da didn’t come and get me…” Nysse stammers, “I w-was going to b-bring Rhese to you!” The boy giggles and nods at Rhese.
Araatris: Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, the druid sets the boy on his feet before kneeling by Nysse. “My lady.” He holds out a hand to her.
Rhoelyn: She takes his hand and stands, groaning at the popping of joints and stretching of abused muscles. Nysse leans against him. ”Thank you.”
Araatris: “No, lovely. Thank you.” When he leans down and gives her a kiss, Yami makes a teasing face and shoves their bums. “Let’s go! Let’s go!”
Rhoelyn: Nysse laughs and starts walking, leaning on Rhese. “Alright, sweetie. Maybe I’ll ask if they have other clothes. I wish we had ours right now.”
Araatris: “Valerio brought your gear, lovely,” the druid says, helping her outside. “Something you’d know if you hadn’t run off.” He gives her a droll look.
Rhoelyn: The huntress turns crimson. “I’m sorry… None of this would have happened if I’d stayed in the camp.” She ducks her head, hiding her face.
Araatris: When Rhese draws her to a stop, Yami takes her hand. “They set a complicated trap for us. It would still have happened, somehow.”
Rhoelyn: Her chest heaves in a long sigh and she squeezes Yami’s hand. “I know, but maybe I-” “No, don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s not your fault.”
Araatris: “Whatever he was-” “Dragon!” Yami interjects cheerfully. Rhese pats his head, continuing, “It seems we’re lucky to have survived at all.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse bites her lip and nods. “I know. That was frightening.” She reaches down and picks up Yami. “I’m not sure how we killed him so… easily.”
Araatris: They wander toward where the others are gathering. “Easily, she says…” He sighs and grumbles, “He seemed completely surprised by the wolf.”
Rhoelyn: “He did. I’m glad though.” Nysse grins teasingly. “Can you tell me one thing? Was I a cute wolf?” Yami pouts again, “I wish I saw it, min’da!”
Araatris: Rhese snorts. “I’m sure you were an adorable wolf, my wildling. Come on. The others are waiting for us.” As he walks on, Yami whispers to Nysse.
Rhoelyn: “He thinks you were really pretty, min’da.” Nysse giggles and follows him. Before she can ask, Val is taking the boy and shoving her armor at her.
Araatris: The men share a smile as Nysse lights up, hugging her gear to her. “I’ll be back!” She barely pauses to mumble it before rushing back to the tent.
Rhoelyn: Relare raises an eyebrow. “I take it she’s excited?” Rhese snorts and grins, “You have no idea. My lady prefers full armor to protect us.”
Araatris: “That’s a real shame,” Leothir says, “she l-” Rhese snaps, “Be very careful what you say, here, pasty lordling. That is my mate.” Leo blinks.
Rhoelyn: The mage exclaims, “Is it a crime to tell you that she looks beautiful?!” He turns to Rhoelyn. “But not more beautiful than you, my flower.”
Araatris: The priestess’ grin is amused as she pats his arm and mutters a suitably diplomatic, “As you say, Leothir.” Rhese sighs and folds his arms.
Rhoelyn: When Nysse returns, she’s decked out in her armor with all her weapons. She smiles brightly. “Rhese!” She runs up to him. “Can I burn them?”
Araatris: As grouchy as he was with Leo, he’s every bit as sunny with Nysse as he says, “You most definitely can, lovely. Burn them twice for good measure.”
Rhoelyn: The huntress twists and tosses them into a nearby fire. “Let’s get going. We have work to do.” She grabs Rhese’s hand. “Is everyone ready?”
Araatris: Yami squirms until Val sets him down, then shifts into a pup and wraggles excitedly. Aleesa pats her satchel. “The winds say it is time.”
Rhoelyn: The large group sets out on foot, Vorok carrying their gear and food. Nysse turns to Aleesa. “Do you know how far we have to go, Aleesa?”
Araatris: The shaman smiles and shakes her head. “Not precisely. My vision is a bit clouded.” Aleesa pauses, blinking, and then laughs. “How appropriate.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse grins and shakes her head. “Then we’ll have to trust it’ll work out. We know the general area.” Nithan grumbles, “Blasted wild goose chase…”
Araatris: The draenei happily corrects him, “Wild dragon chase, actually. Though I suppose the bronze might object to being called ‘wild’.” She ponders that.
Rhoelyn: Faye snorts, “I wouldn’t like to anger him if we want him help us.” Wrune nods, arm in arm with Cal. “So, Nysse… how much of your story was true?”
Rhoelyn: The huntress shrugs. “There’s really only two differences: Morthis found me in a wolf’s den in Ashenvale and I first met Rhese a few weeks ago.”
Araatris: Calinea regards her with interest. “You really lived with wolves for… years?” Nysse nods. “Five years. It was very…” “Quiet!” Yami interjects.
Rhoelyn: Nysse frowns, suddenly alert and listening. She asks him softly, “Did you hear something?” Her hand settles on her bow and she glances at Rhese.
Araatris: The voidling giggles. “No, min’da. It was very quiet. You know? In the woods with the wolves an’ no family to talk to? I’d have told you stories.”
Rhoelyn: She laughs, relaxing. “You worried me for a moment there, alei. But yes, it was very quiet. I think I would have liked if you’d been with me.”
Araatris: Yami smiles and hugs her leg. “Me, too.” Rylana chimes in, “Sounds more’n a lil’ fun ta me. Jes’ runnin’ with th’pack an’ all. Nekkid an’ wild.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse blushes furiously and clears her throat. “Perhaps a little less… naked, but it was nice to be surrounded by wolves. They’re… comforting.”
Araatris: Rhese wrinkles his nose, but says nothing, just turning his attention out over the terrain as they walk. “Mostly naked,” Morthis adds dryly.
Rhoelyn: “Morthis!” Nysse protests. “My clothing was worn, so I made clothes from fur… nevermind…” She leans into Rhese and hides against his shoulder.
Araatris: The druid chuckles and wraps a protective arm around her. “Play nice, Grey. If this doesn’t work, I don’t want her to run back to the wolves.”
Rhoelyn: The spymaster snorts, “If she did, then you and the boy would be right on her tail.” Nysse bites her lip. “I wouldn’t run now. Not to stay.”
Araatris: “Even if we don’t change everything, we’ve already changed enough.” Rhese smiles down at her tenderly as they walk.
Rhoelyn: Nysse eyes sparkle as she smiles. “Having people I care about does make the difficulties easier to bear.” She watches Yami ahead of them.
Araatris: “That was the lesson that was denied you by the infinite,” Aleesa says softly. “A simple-sounding thing, but look at how it changed your life.”
Rhoelyn: The huntress nods. “I rejected them at first. After I think about how I hurt Yami on the beach… my sweet Yami…” She sighs, but doesn’t finish.
Araatris: Her little boy skips back and shifts once more, wrapping his arms around her waist. “You didn’t mean it, min’da. I was a little scary, too!”
Rhoelyn: Nysse stops and kneels, hugging him. “I wouldn’t be scared now, but I didn’t remember you then.” She cups his cheek. “I’m glad you found me.”
Araatris: The boy smiles and kisses her cheek before tugging away. “I wanna play with Vulf. Can I? An’nu Val says it’s okay an’ Vulf says he won’t even bite.”
Rhoelyn: “Yes, my little scamp. Go play.” Nysse captures him for a forehead kiss and releases him. Standing, she grasps Rhese’s hand and starts walking.
Araatris: The large group travels through the late morning hours and into the afternoon, chatting and joking and generally remembering their friendships.
Rhoelyn: Nysse scans the fields for shelter. “We’ll need to find some place to camp.” She points ahead. “There. I think that building is large enough.”
Araatris: Aleesa, staring blindly out over the terrain, grins with amused smugness. She says nothing, just letting the group head off in that direction.
Rhoelyn: After the fifth time Nysse checks on the sleeping boy in Rhese’s arms, the druid chuckles. “Would you like to hold him for a bit, lovely?”
Araatris: “Ah. N-no, it’s alright. It might wake him up. Are you sure he can breathe with his face pressed against your armor like that?” She fidgets.
Rhoelyn: There’s a couple of chuckles behind her as Rhese looks down at the face buried against his shoulder. “He’s fine. He’d move if he couldn’t breath.”
Araatris: Wrune steps up and pats her shoulder. “Ah, being new to parenthood. I remember that feeling. The list of things to worry about has ballooned.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse blushes. “He’s a voidling. I know he can look like any creature, race, or age. He can read our minds to understand what we say. Yet…”
Araatris: “Yet you can’t help but worry.” The paladin grins and looks over at Rylana, who very respectfully sticks her tongue out at him. “It’s instinct.”
Rhoelyn: She smiles gratefully at Aron. “I’m glad I’m not the only one. I feel a little silly.” Rhoelyn joins them, Leo following. “Not at all, sister.”
Araatris: “I often feel the same about Alensyr, and I have so many hands to help me see him safe and cared-for.” Rhese stops walking, suddenly, gaping.
Rhoelyn: “Y-you have a son?!” Rhese stares at Rhoe and suddenly glares at Leothir, obviously wishing that he didn’t have a sleeping child in his arms.
Araatris: “Not mine!” the mage blurts out defensively, but it doesn’t help. Rhese gasps at his sister. “RHOE?!” She giggles, patting them both at once.
Rhoelyn: The priestess smiles. “I adopted a young boy Leo brought home. He loves playing outside while I garden. I’ll tell you all about him once we camp.”
Araatris: Nysse laughs and pats Rhese’s arm as he deflates, relieved. “You need to be more careful, sister. I think you just took a year off his life.”
Rhoelyn: “It’s not as if I can- what’s the human saying- give him grey hairs. They’re all silver already.” Rhoe kisses her brother’s cheek in apology.
Araatris: “Well, that doesn’t seem to stop you from trying,” the druid grouches as they follow Relare into the bulbous abandoned draenic building.
Rhoelyn: It’s a large open area with a large bonfire in the center. A man sits quietly by the fire, but it’s hard to make out in the room. Relare frowns.
Araatris: Aleesa steps forward fearlessly, her blind eyes off to the side of where the figure sits, but her hooves taking her unerringly toward the fire.
Rhoelyn: Hadaal grumbles, but follows. The other trail behind them. Nysse slips up next to Aleesa and Relare. The man stands and bows, “Good evening.”
Araatris: Beside Nysse, the shaman smiles and offers a hand to the apparent quel’dorei with ruddy hair and odd, golden eyes. He presses her hand between his.
Rhoelyn: “It is good to see you. I see you accomplished most of your task.” He turns to Nysse. “You must be Nyssera. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
Araatris: The huntress smiles and bows as he continues. “You may call me Coridormu. I am here to put this piece of what should be back together, again.”
Rhoelyn: Nyssera bites her lip. “We certainly would be grateful. I didn’t expect to find you… so quickly.” Relare hovers behind them, silent but anxious.
Araatris: The dragon smiles. “Perhaps I found you. Or perhaps it was a bit of both.” He gestures to the draenei. “Aleesa brings great insight with her.”
Rhoelyn: The young woman nods, but feeling Relare’s gaze over her shoulder, she murmurs, “Coridormu, I hope it’s not too forward, but I have a question…”
Araatris: He tilts his head, blinking his odd eyes at her. “A question? I would imagine you have more than one. Shall we sit and eat and talk for a while?”
Rhoelyn: Nysse blinks. “You have food?” Relare sighs and leans over to Rhese and quietly asks, “Does your mate always think with her stomach?”
Araatris: The druid chuckles and quietly responds, “Always is a strong word. Usually.” He sets a hand on Nysse’s shoulder. “We need to know about Relare.”
Rhoelyn: Blushing, Nysse stutters, “Y-yes. Coridormu, we need to know if there’s a way to save Relare. We know he’s… not around in the other timeline.”
Araatris: “Hm.” He peers at the sin’dorei paladin, and for a long moment, he goes completely still as if frozen. Even his breathing stops. Then he jerks.
Rhoelyn: “What’s wrong?” Nysse twists to look between them worriedly. Relare pushes forward. “I don’t like that look on your face.” Coridormu grimaces.
Araatris: “Such a mess they’ve made,” the disguised dragon sighs, rubbing his temple. “Such a headache. Have you ever had a headache for all time?!”
Rhoelyn: Relare looks taken aback and runs a hand through his hair. “Well, no. I mean, this has to given me a headache, but I can’t imagine it compares.”
Araatris: Cori sighs and starts to shuffle over toward the fire, beckoning. “It’s as infinitely unpleasant as it sounds. We need to sit for this.”
Rhoelyn: When they settle down, Rhese shifts Yami to Nysse’s lap. The huntress cradles him. “This is confusing to us, but I thought you’d be… used to it.”
Araatris: “It’s impossible for me to explain to you, limited to one flow as you are. Let’s focus on our tangle, here.” The quel’dorei gestures at Relare.
Rhoelyn: The sin’dorei crosses his arms. “I’d rather not be referred to as a tangle. What’s so difficult to understand? I’m alive here and dead there.”
Araatris: “So you are,” Coridormu nods. “And both are right and wrong at the same time. Hence my headache worsens. There’s no single flow for you.”
Rhoelyn: “What do you mean “no single flow”? Am I dead?” Relare leans forward and Aleesa places a hand on his arm. “I do not believe it is that simple.”
Araatris: The dragon nods at Aleesa. “I think you are better equipped to explain than I, now that you understand.” She bows her head in acceptance.
Rhoelyn: Aleesa clasps his hand, patting it. “There are many secondary timelines. The… breaking point in yours is fragile. You live between life and death.”
Araatris: When the paladin just blinks, stunned, his brother speaks up from over his shoulder. “What does that mean? Relare is very alive, thank you.”
Rhoelyn: The draenei smiles. “Yes, he is, and because of that luck in this timeline we might be able to change it in original. Is that right, Coridormu?”
Araatris: He nods. “Albeit difficult, it is at least possible.” The dragon shifts his address back to Relare. “Your death there is fixed and formative.”
Rhoelyn: Relare rubs his face. “I’m not sure this is helping, but it sounds like there’s hope. I think it’s best to focus on that.” Leo grips his shoulder.
Araatris: The dragon smiles. “Fixed and formative are not the same thing as final. Because of what you are, that timeline wouldn’t reject your reinsertion.”
Rhoelyn: Relare nods. “That sounds good i think.” Nysse’s stomach rumbles loudly. The dragon smiles and gestures behind him. “Please help yourself.”
Araatris: The others watch in amusement as Nysse hands Yami back and starts exploring the large baskets sitting against the wall, a picnic-style dinner.
Rhoelyn: “Don’t look at me like that. I’m eating for two!” Nysse doesn’t notice Rhese’s wide eyes as she shoves another roll in her mouth and makes a plate.
Araatris: With Nysse distracted, it’s Yami who saves him, snuggling with a wide yawn. “An’da, don’t yell. Korran. Sh’means Korran.” He pats his shoulder.
Rhoelyn: The druid sags in relief and closes his eyes for a moment. “Thank you, little star.” Rhoelyn covers her mouth to hide her laughter as Nysse returns.
Araatris: “What?” The huntress blinks as Rhese glowers at her. Confused, she offers him a roll. “Did you want some?” Yami and Rhoe both giggle, this time.
Rhoelyn: Rhese accepts the roll with a sigh. “Sit down and eat, lovely.” Yami shakes his head when Nysse offers him food. “I don’t need to, min’da.”
Araatris: She blinks, again, considering that. “I… did I already know that?” When she looks at Rhese, he shrugs. Yami grins and sticks out his tongue.
Rhoelyn: Nysse smiles ruefully. “At least have a sweet. You may not need it, but it’s delicious. I feel like I’m starving you.” She holds up a small cake.
Araatris: The boy takes the cake and squirms down from Rhese’s arms. “Okay!” Once his feet hit the floor, he darts off, suddenly awake and anxious to explore.
Rhoelyn: Nysse sighs and turns to the dragon while the others grab food. “Do you know who or why they’re attacking us? A black dragon came after us…”
Araatris: Cori shakes his head, correcting, “Not black, my girl. Infinite. They defy the bronze’s guidance of the timeline, seeking to alter what must be.”
Rhoelyn: “Infinite? That’s right.” Nysse asks between bites of her meal. “He said he wanted to take over the Alliance before I changed into a wolf….”
Araatris: “Yes. They have unmade the Horde and left the… what’s the quaint little name you call yourselves?” “Sunbane,” Aleesa supplies. The dragon nods.
Rhoelyn: The huntress frowns, pausing before eating her own cake. “So… They want to be able to puppet us by destroying our leadership?”
Araatris: “Destroying or replacing.” The dragon snags a roll from the plate Hadaal offers Aleesa, earning a glare. “They’re adept at disguises.”
Rhoelyn: Leo narrows his eyes. “Disguises. How the fel are we supposed to know who they are then? No offense, but Hadaal or any of us could be one.”
Araatris: “I suppose,” Cori says flippantly, “you might have to consider the people around you with more than your eyes, pasty lordling.” He winks at Rhese.
Rhoelyn: Rhese laughs despite Rhoe’s frown. “He’s got you, but Nysse, Yami, and I can feel our connections to you. Feelings would be hard to fake.”
Araatris: Leothir makes a face. “That sounds terribly hazy to me.” The priestess beside him pats his arm. “Few things are certain when time itself is wrong.”
Rhoelyn: The mage covers Rhoe’s hand with his own. “Well, at least a couple of things are right, my flower.” He smiles at her. Rhese grumbles and looks away.
Araatris: Nysse frees one hand from her dinner to soothe him, taking his hand wordlessly. Aleesa speaks up softly. “Cori, how exactly do we put things right?”
Rhoelyn: The dragon’s gaze sweeps across them and lingers on Nysse. “You must go back to the break in your lives; the moment that broke your connections.”
Araatris: The huntress’ eyes widen, and she looks around. “Aleesa said that Rhese and I should have met before I was Taken, but the place doesn’t exist.”
Rhoelyn: “That is not where you would have met. Here, you would have met in Nagrand.” Cori smiles sympathetically. “Where Kaerryn found you early.”
Araatris: Rhese leans forward, brow furrowing. “You’re saying that we need to travel to Nagrand and… somehow change the past, there?”
Rhoelyn: Cori blinks oddly. “Well, yes, how else would you do it? It’s not as if I can wave my hand and… oh! You’re missing people!” He snaps his fingers.
Araatris: The dragon stands as he does a quick assessment of the group. He fixes his golden gaze on Aleesa. She pats her satchel. “Dorian is here.”
Rhoelyn: “Excellent. Now we need Kaerryn, Maxinquay, Shadow, Ultarn, Dethedrus, Chimaera, Verune…,” the dragon taps a finger on his chin, “Quaed, and Kreston.”
Araatris: Rhese makes a skeptical face. “You mean, we don’t already have enough? I don’t even recognize half of those names, and the other half…”
Rhoelyn: Sighing, the dragon nods. “We need them to make the final connection, but… not all of them need go back with you. That is your choice.”
Rhoelyn: “Choose your honor guard if you will. I’ll summon the rest tonight and expect your answer in the morning.” Nysse frowns, but nods. “Alright.”
Araatris: Aleesa pats her arm wordlessly, then tilts her head towards the bronze dragon. “We have our own work to do, but we should let them rest.”