this could be the end of me & everything I know; (CLOSED)

[crymoore]

Who: Jaina & Thrall.
Where: The Ta'ri Trading Post.
When: August 2702.
What: Finally a reunion...
Warnings: Talk of death probably, but nothing major.

[ It's been nearly three months since Jaina first arrived in Allaidh Darach in midst of a war. Isn't that just her rotten luck? From one war to the next without a choice in the matter. In addition to her abduction, there was the denial of free will in choosing a court for herself. Researching the two courts didn't sway her opinion either way as each document and conversation was given to her with a bias settled in their mind already. All she had in this world was her enthusiasm for research and a jewel of some kind that once resided in the proud chest of a distant hero.

"Bin mog g'thazag cha." Jaina whispers to the gem before tucking it carefully back under her cloak, looking over the sign of the trading post. There's so much she needs to tell him, but the power of words compels her to keep her distance as she reads them over, over, and over again.

Seelie shardbearers will not be admitted. We apologize, but please find lodging at the Station.

-- Thrall
Carefully adjusting the hood of her cloak to make sure her head was fully covered, she frowns at the sign all while recalling the importance of keeping distance between Shardbearers. It was unlike Azeroth where there was a history of meetings. That despite their positions of power, there was still an armor of familiarity that protected them from dire consequences. They would still be reprimanded for their actions when they were caught (when, not if), though incomparable to what happened to traitors of the court in Allaidh Darach.

With a heavy sigh, she turns and guides her horse in the direction of the Station. It's not that far of a ride and Patience has been a devout friend in these trying times. It's there she hears rumors of a witch that resides within the Forest of Brethil: mostly that the area's unsavory for beautiful maidens without a strong stomach, but that does little to turn her away. Witches who keep to themselves are more reliable than those who gather together and so she paid this Habetrot a visit.

Weeks later, Jaina finds herself standing before the door to the trading post with her hand against the shard hidden in her cloak. The notice is still there--why wouldn't it be--which leaves her wondering if she's done the right thing. Too preoccupied with her thoughts, she neglects to pay attention to her surroundings even as they change. ]

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[shamanism]

[It isn't a warchief that greets Jaina the second time, but a massive white wolf. Snowsong recognizes Jaina and trusts her, and she's incredibly excited to see her favorite human again, and this brings out... some awful behavior. Also she doesn't want Jaina to leave again. She caught the scent the first time but was too late. This time? This time, Jaina was staying.

To that end, she tries to throw Jaina onto the ground and destroy her face with licks.

Thrall is nearby, but otherwise preoccupied; he's shoring up the fence by moving earth and stone. His ears pick up the sound of Snowsong scuffling nearby and he drops what he's doing, rushing to the front.

It's strange, seeing Jaina there. She belongs to a different world, a different time, surrounded by blue banners rather than grass and dirt. He means to call out her name, but he doesn't quite... make it.]

Jaina...?