SkieBorne
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- Posted: Tue, 21 Jun 2011 22:17:27 +0000
They hadn't been returned to the Pantheon very long when he heard that Illisia had succumbed and Xun had taken his host. It had sent a rush of grief through him and he'd avoided his rooms for a few days before he finally worked up the courage to go speak to the Dragon King. There was so much he'd wanted to say, to do and show Illisia, to walk hand in hand... to lay in the grass or wander the orchards... and now she would be gone, changed... He felt guilt for not being there but found solace knowing that the days following their triumph at Teldrassil and the journey home had been loving ones, a happiness he'd shared with the night elf... and a happiness that hopefully she knew even as the change took her.
With his own experience, the sudden lurch and consumption, Glyph didn't expect to find much of Illisia in Xun... but hope is a survivor and so it was that he stood before the door to the Dragon King's apartments with a bundle of daisies in hand, hoping they might talk. The smile he wore was only half true, mourning as he was. Would there be anything of Illisia left? Would he and Xun get along? Forest did not know for certain.
