Coming To Terms -- RP between Ayanne and Gekkoura
She walked through Dalaran with ears pinned back and eyes focused squarely on the ground as she moved. If her body language alone did not suggest she did not want to be disturbed, anyone foolish enough to attempt to talk to her might have found themselves wandering in confused, bleating circles covered in wool.
It had been two days since she'd discovered Qwello's letter. And once the shock of the words had worn off, it had taken a combined effort of coersion and restraint from the druids assigned to watch her to keep her in the refuge until she'd finished healing. This morning, however, she'd recollected enough of herself to successfully open a portal between Outland and Northrend and step through it.
She did not just want to talk to him, she NEEDED to talk to him. There were things she needed to ask, and things she -demanded- to clarify.
Slipping through the front doorway of the ornate purple-awninged building that served to house the Kirin Tor's initiates and apprentices, she padded up the stairs, ignoring the few questioning stares of the young humans and elves therein. At last she reached her destination -- the apartment that had once been solely Qwello's living quarters that he had offered to her as her home as well.
He had to be here, she reasoned. There was simply nowhere else she could think of that he might have gone. Her hand on the knob, she paused, taking a moment to collect herself before giving it a twist. It resisted in her hand, held in place by a magical force placed on it, and then, recognizing her aura, it dissipated to allow her entry.
However, one look would prove that it was not the case - the inside of the quarters seemed all but abandoned, a faint layer of dust already starting to accumulate on the surface. Given how much of a neat freak the younger mage was, it was a safe bet to assume that he was not there.
That was not to say, however, that no-one was there.
In fact, there was a woman there. An elf, short and pale as death itself - turned her head when she heard the door open, clearly hopeful, yet some of the hope faded when she realized it was not the person she had been waiting on. Ice blue eyes looked on, however, and after a few seconds of silence, blackened lips started moving.
"You... must be Ayanne, I presume ?"
Clearly she was allowed to be here, somehow, or else the spell on the door would not have let her in.
Aya stopped short at both the voice and the presense. The pale elf seemed to radiate coldness....or perhaps it was the room itself. Something was wrong....there was no life here anymore. The air had once been lively with arcane remnants and the faint spicy tang of honey tea being brewed. That was all gone now....the air was stale, as if no one had lived here since the day she had fled for Zangarmarsh and he had followed.
"Ah am." she agreed, fixing her gaze on the stranger and forcing herself to keep a hold on her calm for the moment. If this woman knew who she was, and had been able to bypass the door barrier, it stood to reason she also knew Qwello. Nonetheless... "An' joo?"
"My name is Gekkoura." In spite of it all, she managed a gentle, if not nervous smile. "Gekkoura Dawnsigner. Perhaps you have heard of me, but it is fine if you haven't - I have heard a lot about you, is all." She turned once more then, to look out the window overlooking Crystalsong Forest, her black velvet cloak framing her perfectly. "I must apologize for my presence here, then... I was hoping it was him returning, and that he had come to his senses. If you wish for me to leave, please do not hesitate is asking me so."
The troll mage blinked, arching a brow. "Whatchoo mean 'come to his senses'?" she asked, feeling herself tense. "Where is 'e?" The two of them had always been on different sides of the coin -- she was the passionate and destructive storm in their relationship, and he was the practical and sensible voice. It was not surprising - even expected - that she might stalk off for parts unknown, but Qwello...? Even trying to envision it boggled her mind.
"To do this..." She sighed, shaking her head - her pale blonde ponytail following her movements as she turned to look at the troll mage once more. "To do something like this, he must have been at the end of his rope.... He's always been like this. Ever since he was a child. He would take it all facefront, keep it all inside, and just hold it all in... until it just became too much, until not even he could control himself. Am I even making sense?"
Once again, she shook her head, as if trying to chase away the fog of an incomplete memory. "There are a few instances of this that are clear in my mind, even if most of everything else is.... faded." But that was not what she wanted to know. "I know, loosely, where he might be... But I did not think it would last for long. I thought he would, at the very least, come back for you by now."
Ayanne set her jaw, folding her arms over her chest to hide the slight tremor her hands had taken on...though, for once, it was not out of anger that they shook. She found that she could not even summon anger at the moment, listening to Gekkoura as she spoke. The idea she'd driven him not only away from her, but away from everyone he'd known......she'd never had that sort of effect on someone before.
It has always, from day one, been her way the words from his letter came back to batter at her mind like moths at a lantern. Guilt, harsh and hot, passed over her face as she clenched her eyes closed for a long moment before opening them again to re-focus them on the diminuative elven death knight.
"Look, ah---" she began in a quiet voice. "---ah dunno what 'e toldja. Iffin 'e toldja -anyting-, dat is, but....but ah dun tink 'e's gonna be comin' back fa me." Actually hearing herself say it out loud was like a kick to the stomach. ".....an' ah need ta talk t'him. Ah need..." she trailed off, not sure what else to say than that. She didn't have a gameplan in mind for what she planned to say, or what she planned to do. She didn't know what TO say or do. There was really no graceful way to ease into a conversation about something like this, or any delicate way to discuss it. She had simply assumed, when they were face-to-face, the words would come as needed.
"If he thinks this is what you want, no, I wouldn't count on him coming back." There was no accusation in her voice, which remained low and even as she came closer. "But I can assure you one thing... Qwello does not let many people close.... When he does, it means something. He came to me in tears because he had no idea how to deal with not having you around, but it seemed like the only option he had. If it makes you feel better... I can assure you that he does still care for you a great deal."
She paused then. Should she fall silent there, or should she keep on going ? The young troll seemed sincere enough, and she knew better than to assume this situation was entirely her fault - they definitely needed to talk if they wanted a chance to mend this. But, if she spoke, would she not be betraying the trust he had put in her?
Such a double edged sword, but as they said, to make an omelette, one had to break a few eggs in the process.
"...He was in Thunder Bluff last I knew, though he was thinking about the nearby village as well. If he is at neither of these place.... then I am afraid I am to as much loss as you than to the whereabouts of my former pupil."
She would have to hope she would not grow to regret this.
Thunder Bluff.....well, if nothing else, he'd done a good job of choosing the last place imaginable she'd have thought of to look for him. It did not, at all, seem like somewhere he'd ever have gone willingly with its dusty platforms, frequent rains, and a people who's very aspiration was to live as close to the dirt as possible to be more in-tune with the Earthmother.
If he was, indeed, still there, the busybody in him that had kept him constantly wiping dust from the cabinet tops must have been going -insane-. Had she been in a better mindset, she might have even found the mental picture funny. As it was, though, she was preoccupied with more important things.
Namely the things Gekkoura had told her before revealing where he'd gone. It was hard to believe he'd said any of that, and her gut impulse was to think that the elf was lying to her. But for what reason?
And....really, was it so bad to let herself entertain, just for a minute, that maybe he HAD said such things? Furthermore, had meant them?
Without another word, she placed her palms together, white light consuming her hands up to the elbows as a portal first channeled and then dispensed itself in the middle of the living room, revealing on its other side, several dark underground pools, around which the wavering visages of a few milling forsaken could be seen.
Looking to Gekkoura, the tension bordering anger seemed to have left her face, replaced with something else. Hope, maybe. "T'anks." she said, though the earnesty in it was apparant as she stepped through the tear in time and space to vanish from sight. Now, if only he were still there...
"Hurry." She simply said, watching as the mage evoked an art that she had all but forgotten. "And do knock some sense into his head, will you ? Or some day I fear..." No, she stopped there, but the undertone was clear. If he continued like this, one day, he would lose his restraint and do something too reckless.
She only let out the sigh she had been holding once Ayanne was gone, her expression changing into a worried frown. Hopefully... things would go uphill from there, and he would end up letting go of his pride and letting her in.
It had been two days since she'd discovered Qwello's letter. And once the shock of the words had worn off, it had taken a combined effort of coersion and restraint from the druids assigned to watch her to keep her in the refuge until she'd finished healing. This morning, however, she'd recollected enough of herself to successfully open a portal between Outland and Northrend and step through it.
She did not just want to talk to him, she NEEDED to talk to him. There were things she needed to ask, and things she -demanded- to clarify.
Slipping through the front doorway of the ornate purple-awninged building that served to house the Kirin Tor's initiates and apprentices, she padded up the stairs, ignoring the few questioning stares of the young humans and elves therein. At last she reached her destination -- the apartment that had once been solely Qwello's living quarters that he had offered to her as her home as well.
He had to be here, she reasoned. There was simply nowhere else she could think of that he might have gone. Her hand on the knob, she paused, taking a moment to collect herself before giving it a twist. It resisted in her hand, held in place by a magical force placed on it, and then, recognizing her aura, it dissipated to allow her entry.
However, one look would prove that it was not the case - the inside of the quarters seemed all but abandoned, a faint layer of dust already starting to accumulate on the surface. Given how much of a neat freak the younger mage was, it was a safe bet to assume that he was not there.
That was not to say, however, that no-one was there.
In fact, there was a woman there. An elf, short and pale as death itself - turned her head when she heard the door open, clearly hopeful, yet some of the hope faded when she realized it was not the person she had been waiting on. Ice blue eyes looked on, however, and after a few seconds of silence, blackened lips started moving.
"You... must be Ayanne, I presume ?"
Clearly she was allowed to be here, somehow, or else the spell on the door would not have let her in.
Aya stopped short at both the voice and the presense. The pale elf seemed to radiate coldness....or perhaps it was the room itself. Something was wrong....there was no life here anymore. The air had once been lively with arcane remnants and the faint spicy tang of honey tea being brewed. That was all gone now....the air was stale, as if no one had lived here since the day she had fled for Zangarmarsh and he had followed.
"Ah am." she agreed, fixing her gaze on the stranger and forcing herself to keep a hold on her calm for the moment. If this woman knew who she was, and had been able to bypass the door barrier, it stood to reason she also knew Qwello. Nonetheless... "An' joo?"
"My name is Gekkoura." In spite of it all, she managed a gentle, if not nervous smile. "Gekkoura Dawnsigner. Perhaps you have heard of me, but it is fine if you haven't - I have heard a lot about you, is all." She turned once more then, to look out the window overlooking Crystalsong Forest, her black velvet cloak framing her perfectly. "I must apologize for my presence here, then... I was hoping it was him returning, and that he had come to his senses. If you wish for me to leave, please do not hesitate is asking me so."
The troll mage blinked, arching a brow. "Whatchoo mean 'come to his senses'?" she asked, feeling herself tense. "Where is 'e?" The two of them had always been on different sides of the coin -- she was the passionate and destructive storm in their relationship, and he was the practical and sensible voice. It was not surprising - even expected - that she might stalk off for parts unknown, but Qwello...? Even trying to envision it boggled her mind.
"To do this..." She sighed, shaking her head - her pale blonde ponytail following her movements as she turned to look at the troll mage once more. "To do something like this, he must have been at the end of his rope.... He's always been like this. Ever since he was a child. He would take it all facefront, keep it all inside, and just hold it all in... until it just became too much, until not even he could control himself. Am I even making sense?"
Once again, she shook her head, as if trying to chase away the fog of an incomplete memory. "There are a few instances of this that are clear in my mind, even if most of everything else is.... faded." But that was not what she wanted to know. "I know, loosely, where he might be... But I did not think it would last for long. I thought he would, at the very least, come back for you by now."
Ayanne set her jaw, folding her arms over her chest to hide the slight tremor her hands had taken on...though, for once, it was not out of anger that they shook. She found that she could not even summon anger at the moment, listening to Gekkoura as she spoke. The idea she'd driven him not only away from her, but away from everyone he'd known......she'd never had that sort of effect on someone before.
It has always, from day one, been her way the words from his letter came back to batter at her mind like moths at a lantern. Guilt, harsh and hot, passed over her face as she clenched her eyes closed for a long moment before opening them again to re-focus them on the diminuative elven death knight.
"Look, ah---" she began in a quiet voice. "---ah dunno what 'e toldja. Iffin 'e toldja -anyting-, dat is, but....but ah dun tink 'e's gonna be comin' back fa me." Actually hearing herself say it out loud was like a kick to the stomach. ".....an' ah need ta talk t'him. Ah need..." she trailed off, not sure what else to say than that. She didn't have a gameplan in mind for what she planned to say, or what she planned to do. She didn't know what TO say or do. There was really no graceful way to ease into a conversation about something like this, or any delicate way to discuss it. She had simply assumed, when they were face-to-face, the words would come as needed.
"If he thinks this is what you want, no, I wouldn't count on him coming back." There was no accusation in her voice, which remained low and even as she came closer. "But I can assure you one thing... Qwello does not let many people close.... When he does, it means something. He came to me in tears because he had no idea how to deal with not having you around, but it seemed like the only option he had. If it makes you feel better... I can assure you that he does still care for you a great deal."
She paused then. Should she fall silent there, or should she keep on going ? The young troll seemed sincere enough, and she knew better than to assume this situation was entirely her fault - they definitely needed to talk if they wanted a chance to mend this. But, if she spoke, would she not be betraying the trust he had put in her?
Such a double edged sword, but as they said, to make an omelette, one had to break a few eggs in the process.
"...He was in Thunder Bluff last I knew, though he was thinking about the nearby village as well. If he is at neither of these place.... then I am afraid I am to as much loss as you than to the whereabouts of my former pupil."
She would have to hope she would not grow to regret this.
Thunder Bluff.....well, if nothing else, he'd done a good job of choosing the last place imaginable she'd have thought of to look for him. It did not, at all, seem like somewhere he'd ever have gone willingly with its dusty platforms, frequent rains, and a people who's very aspiration was to live as close to the dirt as possible to be more in-tune with the Earthmother.
If he was, indeed, still there, the busybody in him that had kept him constantly wiping dust from the cabinet tops must have been going -insane-. Had she been in a better mindset, she might have even found the mental picture funny. As it was, though, she was preoccupied with more important things.
Namely the things Gekkoura had told her before revealing where he'd gone. It was hard to believe he'd said any of that, and her gut impulse was to think that the elf was lying to her. But for what reason?
And....really, was it so bad to let herself entertain, just for a minute, that maybe he HAD said such things? Furthermore, had meant them?
Without another word, she placed her palms together, white light consuming her hands up to the elbows as a portal first channeled and then dispensed itself in the middle of the living room, revealing on its other side, several dark underground pools, around which the wavering visages of a few milling forsaken could be seen.
Looking to Gekkoura, the tension bordering anger seemed to have left her face, replaced with something else. Hope, maybe. "T'anks." she said, though the earnesty in it was apparant as she stepped through the tear in time and space to vanish from sight. Now, if only he were still there...
"Hurry." She simply said, watching as the mage evoked an art that she had all but forgotten. "And do knock some sense into his head, will you ? Or some day I fear..." No, she stopped there, but the undertone was clear. If he continued like this, one day, he would lose his restraint and do something too reckless.
She only let out the sigh she had been holding once Ayanne was gone, her expression changing into a worried frown. Hopefully... things would go uphill from there, and he would end up letting go of his pride and letting her in.
