02-28-2021, 02:32 PM
Nyxxa sat with her feline stowaway playing with the satyr's tail, wondering what to do next.
"You're living up to your name, do you know that?" She asked Mischief, not really expecting an answer.
Even without what to do about the cat, there was still a lot on the satyr's mind.
She had initiated what was functionally first non-violent contact between orcs and humans. At least, she prayed it would be.
I'm being naïve about this whole thing...
In the end, she was still a satyr. And despite her best attempts to counter that, that was a fact that would bleed into everything she did. Tarnish the reputations of everyone she touched. Khadgar was kind to put such faith in her, but none the less any information she had given him would always be muddied in it's usefulness due to that fact alone.
Such was true for things she wanted to do for the skarvyn, for Azgadaan and the Illidari as well. Not to mention with Remnii out of the picture, there was one less person to do this kind of work.
She knew that to do what she wanted to do, she needed to be better then even the best satyr that existed.
In this path I've been blessed with, perhaps it may be best to look into more extreme solutions to this problem.
She thought this to herself, looking down knowingly at her tattoos; as if those weren't extreme enough. But, that was something she had considered pursuing for awhile.
She looked off to the distance and saw Levia approaching.
Perhaps it may be good to start that conversation now.
And without a second thought, Nyxxa waved down Levia.
"Hey, mind if I steal you for a moment? Now that things have settled down, there's something I'd like to pick your head about!"
"You're living up to your name, do you know that?" She asked Mischief, not really expecting an answer.
Even without what to do about the cat, there was still a lot on the satyr's mind.
She had initiated what was functionally first non-violent contact between orcs and humans. At least, she prayed it would be.
I'm being naïve about this whole thing...
In the end, she was still a satyr. And despite her best attempts to counter that, that was a fact that would bleed into everything she did. Tarnish the reputations of everyone she touched. Khadgar was kind to put such faith in her, but none the less any information she had given him would always be muddied in it's usefulness due to that fact alone.
Such was true for things she wanted to do for the skarvyn, for Azgadaan and the Illidari as well. Not to mention with Remnii out of the picture, there was one less person to do this kind of work.
She knew that to do what she wanted to do, she needed to be better then even the best satyr that existed.
In this path I've been blessed with, perhaps it may be best to look into more extreme solutions to this problem.
She thought this to herself, looking down knowingly at her tattoos; as if those weren't extreme enough. But, that was something she had considered pursuing for awhile.
She looked off to the distance and saw Levia approaching.
Perhaps it may be good to start that conversation now.
And without a second thought, Nyxxa waved down Levia.
"Hey, mind if I steal you for a moment? Now that things have settled down, there's something I'd like to pick your head about!"