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 Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 12:34 pm
Sense. FINALLY something that made sense.
It was almost too good to be true as she took a step back from him. One last time, she recited the portal incantation on the tongue of her mind, white light intensifying between her palms until it discharged itself in a shimmering portal in their midst.
Wavering on its other side was a hazy visage of Orgrimmar's lumber-and-stone buildings and dusty roads. To most, it would look like a barbaric contrast to Gaia's strange and plush way of living. To her, it looked like home.
She moved to step through it, making sure he was planning to follow.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 12:41 pm
And that he did, of course. There was no need for her to remind him in the least, or to look to make sure he was following, though he did seem relieved now. They all seemed alright as far as he could see - and most importantly, his little family of sort would be back home
He'd actually gotten less sleep while she was gone than when the twins woke him up up at any time of the night.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 12:45 pm
As the strange atmosphere and scents dissipated, replaced by the arid desert breeze of Durotar, she breathed it deeply, letting it out slowly. It was finally over. No more tentacled children, no more weird "doctors" that lurked in sterile buildings that reeked of chemicals and no more...
There was a shrill screech from nearby as a wayward bootsnake that had decided to hitchhike along with them caught the attention of a nearby grunt and thusly met its end beneath the steel head of his axe.
It was good to be back.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 12:57 pm
It would probably be lying to say that the younger mage was not amused by the fate of the boot... thing. In fact, he could not help but crack a grin, before he turned to lead Ayanne and the children back to where they had been staying ever since they had come to what was pretty much considered the capital city of the horde as a whole.
"What happened ? ...If you feel like talking about it, of course." He could very well understand that she might not want to think about it for the moment.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 1:15 pm
"Wha' happened?" she repeated his question. "Too much. DAT'S wha' happened."
While it made perfect sense to her, she realized it probably made not a bit of sense to him as she gave an irate growl, stepping through the threshold of the inn before him. There were no real houses in Orgrimmar, save for those of the people who kept a job within the city walls and never left. There were, instead, inn rooms that could be rented on a shortterm or longterm basis.
Most travellers preferred it that way as it was impossible to know when their next assignment would call them away or how far it wold take them. That and most couldn't be bothered with such things as housekeeping, and it was convenient to have a staff to do it for them.
"Ah dunno what ah was spectin' from dat son of mine." she said. "Maybe some real reasonin' b'hind why he thought ah di'int need ta know what happened in Karazhan. Somethin' betta dan 'e jus' di'int wanna hear no whinin'."
It took a vested effort on her part not to get angry all over again.
The children were awake now, and fussing in the sling, Tasi reaching for Qwello and Mal seeming like he just wanted DOWN.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 1:23 pm
"I see..." He knew better than the add fuel to the fire at the moment, so he left it at that, one hand fumbling with something in the pocket of his robes idly.
This... probably wasn't the right time for this either, he thought.
Noticing the little girl's sudden interest in him, he could not help but crack a smile, fumbling with the sling until both little ones where free and in his arms.
Safe.
"Now." He poked idly at Tasi's nose with his own, causing a small giggle. "No more dragging your mother in trouble, do you hear ?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 1:31 pm
She felt his hands working at the sling and held still so that he could retrieve the babies from it, her back singing out in grateful relief as their weight was lifted away from it. She wasn't built for lugging around heavy loads all day....not even infant-sized ones.
Rolling her shoulders, she turned to face him and finish the story.
"Ah got mad. Real mad." she admitted. It was something she'd been working on, as part of her promise to him that she'd do better. But cragcats couldn't change their spots overnight. ...and at least it hadn't been directed at him this time. "Ah left'im as a sheep an' just....ah dunno. Ah wanted ta get away. Ah di'int even pay attention ta where 'away' was. Nex' ting ah know ah got babies screamin' in mah ears and some masked woman an' her squid spawn askin' iffin ah wanted lunch."
Her arms folded over her chest as she spoke, either hand cradling one of her elbows. It was hard to tell whether she was assuming a defensive posture in the face of whatever opposition he might offer to her actions, or whether she was trying to soothe herself.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 1:39 pm
"....Squid spawn ?" Clearly, he seemed rather boggled. Though, in retrospect, he probably did not even want to know.
The mental image he got from such description was rather... mind boggling.
"Well, I assume that world, whatever is was, was at the end of the layline, and you might have followed it all the way though by accident. Kind of like... an universal dump for whatever ends up there." He shook his head, turning his attention to his son for the moment as his daughter took his braid hostage. For once, he was glad. "But it's over now. Just relax, okay ? Ill take care of them for tonight..."
She honestly looked like she could enjoy a long, warm bath.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 1:51 pm
Mal gave him a grin, grabbing hold of one of his father's silk sleeves as it came within his reach and stuffing the hem into his mouth to gnaw on toothlessly. Clearly the venture had left neither of them any worse for wear...
She prepared to argue with him, and tell him she had looked after them on her own for the last few days, and she was perfectly capable of doing it some more, but even as the protests rose, they died before reaching her mouth.
The idea of leaving them in the care of someone she actually trusted for awhile was a very appealing one. She'd barely slept that night she'd spent at Wasa's, afraid she might wake up and find Tasi and Mal'kyor with bizarre alien pods attached to their faces or something.
A nap, a bath, maybe some decent food.....just for a little while.
"Aight." she agreed at last. "T'anks." As she brought her arms down, there was a small, unimportant rattling noise from the pocket of her own robes, making her stop, set her jaw, and then fumble out the little bottles the GMFC had given her -- one of drops, one of pills, the latter to be crushed and mixed in with his milk.
She debated for a moment just throwing them away like the caustic poisons she'd feared they were when she'd first been given them, but she recalled the way they'd improved Mal's odd condition that had cropped up in Gaia's atmosphere. At length, she handed them to Qwello.
"Dey's Mal'kyor's." she explained. "Iffin he starts coughin' again."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 2:00 pm
Qwello pretty much eyed the pills like if they, themselves, where aliens from outter space, but nodded. He figured that, if Ayanne actually trusted those things, they where safe and he ought to do the same, too.
At least he hoped, though with chance, he would not have to use them. It looked like some sort of medicine, though nothing he had ever seen or heard about before.
"Come on, little helions." He said with a grin. "Let's see what I can do to keep the both of you busy, hmm ? A story perhaps ?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 8:46 am
I realize that it has been quite some time since I have written my thoughts on paper. Or, perhaps more accurately. Ayanne had noticed and set herself on reminding me to do so. As is, I am writing this with one twin asleep against the back of my head, and another sprawled in my lap. They refused to sleep in their beds... and they still seem to think daddy is a jungle gym.
Ayanne still seems rather amused by it, so I cannot complain.
The twins have been growing like weeds. They started crawling a few weeks ago, and now Tasi does a few steps on wobbly feet, and her brother is not lagging far behind. They are definitively growing much faster than they should... and that remains a rather unknown factor as of yet. Their need for mana has also sharply increased, but Iyonis had started to step in, in between missions, to start teaching them to control their need as early as possible. I am rather grateful for her presence and her intervention, as I would have no idea just where to start.
Things have been... rather quiet here in Orgrimmar, with most of the warriors gone for Northrend. I had never felt at home here when I first had to live here, but now... perhaps it is because I am older, or perhaps it is because my attitude changed, but it feels much different to be here now. The only real looks I get are from my stature being different from the other trolls, and that is about it. The orcs simply don't have time for this whole picking at others bullcrap. I find their honesty... refreshing.
Still, I always fear that there will be a draft and that I will be forced to leave for Northrend myself. Lastest news says all is fine, but that can change at any instant. For now, I have kept myself busy and earned some coin on the side by helping the trainers here teach the youngling mages. They are very eager minds, this bunch, quick to learn.
And then... there is Dalaran.
I have done a whole lot of thinking these past few months. About everything that has happened, the twins, Ayanne... And I have reached the decision that even once the twins are old enough, I will not return there, unless it is simply as a traveler and I cannot avoid the stop. They deserve to be treated much better than they had been. My resignation from the Kirin Tor was handled about a month ago and I thought that would be that.
Apparently some people have hearing problems. For a few weeks now, I have been receiving letters. Something about a shortage of teacher, though I have only read about half of the first one before putting it aflame. It is not my problem anymore - perhaps they should have thought about the way they threated people beforehand ? Still, they do not stop, and I have been careful to keep the matter hidden from Ayanne. She has either not noticed a thing, or is simply ignoring the matter. I wish not to have her become upset with this, since my decision is taken and I will not return there. Her energy is better spent elsewhere.
...Still, I have not found a good opportunity to give her the ring...
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