Morning. The sounds of morning woke the Moon Druid, raising her head off her mate's body. She glazed over at him, sleeping soundly, purring in his sleep. She nuzzled her face in his fur gently not to wake him, before sliding out of bed.
They have stayed in Moonglade for the past few nights, the tall trees, and soft grass they roamed freely in reminded them both much of their home. Here, they felt free. Stormwind had provided refuge, and open their hearts to them but they were never really truly themselves with the walls of the city. He enjoyed being in a Feral state, while she was able to appreciate all of Elune and what their goddess could provide.
“The stars are our roof.” Nestorus had spoken last night, and they were. The always were. She was able to feel the touch of Elunes’ blessings, she felt close to the stars, the souls lost, that would reappear at night.
She walked the path down to Lake Elune'ara, overlooking the crystal water, It was peaceful and statue still and the atmosphere was convent quiet. Even the depths were vodka clear. It was soothing and yogi still. The damp grass smelled utopian, she keeled taking a sip to quench thy dry morning taste in her mouth, It tasted like a sweet medicine, a potion for the spirit. She stood afterward, removing her clothing, and walking into the water, it had a slight chill creeping up her spine, finally dunking her head under and coming up for air.
She was alone, the only sounds around her was that of the waters as she stroked through, and the morning sounds of animals frolicking through the grass. Sometimes the solitude was what she needed, to be alone, at ease and peace with herself. Her mind would wonder of her home, her family lost in the Hordes’ cruelty, the few relatives that are alive, fighting in this war. She thought of Nestorus words a few nights ago, Elune has blessed us with the gift of the Night Warrior. Of course, she knew all about them, what they stood for.
Vengeance. It crossed her mind at the thought, it was something she longed for after what the Horde did to her home. She swam back to the shoreline, squeezing her viridian colored hair, slipping back into her clothes, and walking back up the same path to her mate.
Returning to his side, the male was awake, letting out a deep stretch and yawn, purring at her for attention. She went to him, scratching behind his ears as always.
“How was your bath?” He asked, purring at her touch.
“Insightful. My stars, and your slumber?”
“Always well with you at my side, woke up shortly after you left. Which was earlier than usual.”
“Yes, I-I was in thought.” She moved to sit on the bed, Nestorus head resting on her lap.
“About?” El was quiet, her fingers stroking through his dark fur, not saying a word for a moment. Finally, her lips separated her petting motion stopping. Nest looked up at her, curiously. “Moonflower?”
“Darkshore. I must--we must go back. For Elune has blessed us with a gift, Sira has fallen, and we can not continue to allow that Banshee witch to continue her path of destruction and death. No more fallen, no more. I want--I want to receive this gift, I want my vengeance; for my family, for our people.”
Nestorus lifted his head from her lap, his gaze meeting hers, “Then we leave tonight, and we will be at each other's side through all. I refuse to enter the Night Lands without you.”
E’lysae stands, leaning over to kiss Nestorus head. “My stars.”
“Moonflower.”
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