Return Trips
By the time Mira made it to her hammock on the Gambit, exhaustion had fully seized her. Her bells were still in the possession of the red vulture, and she lacked the energy to fight him for them now.
Weak hands climbed into her hammock and the Kaldorei’s eyes shut. And Vel was unable to will them back open. For the first time since Vel had been piloting the night elf, Mira’s memory had stirred.
Perhaps her mind was healing, and perhaps when Vel slipped away from Mira form, she might just be able to sleep and not feel compelled to cower in the belly of the Gambit.
Either way, Vel couldn’t sustain her connection to the exhausted elf much longer. Her last act was to mutter a message to a crew member, “Ask Kurel if he can get my bells back from his bird — tell him I asked nicely and said please?” And with that - Vel left Mira’s body. She would need time before she could return to it.
How long - was difficult to pin down, as where she was, time did not function quite the same as on Azeroth. What could be days to Vel, might only be mere minutes on Azeroth.
Mira, fell asleep as soon as Vel had retreated. Her body wasn’t used to being pushed. Vel had a seemingly endless amounts of energy, but Mira’s body did not. For the first time since she’d been freed from her cell in Argus, Mira was able to sleep. She didn’t need to cower. She was too tired. As she drifted off, the scent of the honey suckle plant tickled her nose, and the druidess’ lips curled faintly into a smile.
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As Vel returned fully to her physical form she was met with the familiar sensation of agony. Her entire body ached. Her vision was blurry, and she struggled to sit up. She couldn’t see. But she could hear. The voice of her master called to her.
“You are getting stronger. I remember when you could only sustain control for mere seconds.” The voice echoed in her head. Each word spoken in some demonic tongue caused her ears to twitch. “Our time together draws short.” The voice was stern but held a certain affection to it.
This news caused Vel to try and stand abruptly, “why? What has been happening?” She asked, her own words in the same tongue that she’d been spoken to in.
Vel felt a tug in her mind, and just like that - her questions were answered. She was a captive to this creature, yes. But captivity can be complicated. He’d tormented her, yes. But he’d taught her much as well. “What of me?” She asked, sorrow coloring her words. “What is my role?”
“To live.” Was the response she was granted. “Rest now. You must meet with our superior soon. She will have your final task prepared.”
“Do I get to see you again? To say goodbye properly?” Panic crept into her thoughts.
No answer would come, at least not spoken. But she felt it in her soul. Soon, her master would be dead. Truly dead. Tears began to stream down her cheeks. Each sob felt like it might tear her weak and battered frame apart.
Another phrase or two was finally granted to her, words to try and comfort her. She would not be given a chance to say ‘goodbye’ in the flesh, so this would have to suffice.
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