12-04-2020, 01:08 AM
Offering Velen a sympathetic smile, Remnii set her gaze upon the rolling sea. She chuckled, shaking her head, "I am only happy that my assumptions were not too bold. I was never briefed on any official first contact rules that we may have once had. In time, as we intertwine ourselves with the fate of Azeroth... I have ideas, there are distant opprotunities for us, to live. To rebuild. For now, though, I digress."
It turns out that crashing into those who would be my allies, those individuals who I would call my friends, has become a new sort of pattern for me. The Light has watched over me. I have been lucky that my gambles, and my trust, have been well placed. I am hoping the 'crashing' says are behind me, though, as they were just the prologue. The real work is just beginning, I know you feel it too..."
Remnii's shoulders deflated as her lips set a hard line as her voice trailed off. In her heart, she knew the fraught story of the Warband would sew seeds of concern into her Vakas' heart. Another larger-than-life concern, yet another weight on top of the worlds he carries-- when will it become too much? War was looming, ever-present.
Yet I do not wish to... strike about the shrub, as the humans say. He is not made of glass. He is not alone.
"You asked me last night if I would tell you of the demons and orcs I have met. Would you be willing to hear that leg of my journey, Vakas? While I do not wish to burden your mind, I also wish to be truthful in all that I have seen."
It turns out that crashing into those who would be my allies, those individuals who I would call my friends, has become a new sort of pattern for me. The Light has watched over me. I have been lucky that my gambles, and my trust, have been well placed. I am hoping the 'crashing' says are behind me, though, as they were just the prologue. The real work is just beginning, I know you feel it too..."
Remnii's shoulders deflated as her lips set a hard line as her voice trailed off. In her heart, she knew the fraught story of the Warband would sew seeds of concern into her Vakas' heart. Another larger-than-life concern, yet another weight on top of the worlds he carries-- when will it become too much? War was looming, ever-present.
Yet I do not wish to... strike about the shrub, as the humans say. He is not made of glass. He is not alone.
"You asked me last night if I would tell you of the demons and orcs I have met. Would you be willing to hear that leg of my journey, Vakas? While I do not wish to burden your mind, I also wish to be truthful in all that I have seen."