@stormrcge
Though the past was the past, Tyrande still pondered a world of which the Legion existed no more. It was a dream, but it was very much truth. Still, she trusted it not for the Legion had found a way to cross the spans of time in order to complete their forlorn mission of annihilation. However, the mission had failed and in the end, she and the rest of Azeroth had reigned victorious, even if at great sacrifice. Unwilling to forget, she remained ever vigilant in the face of her immortality.
Combing through Ash'alah's fur with her long fingers, she found peace. It was not the peace she once had in the Temple of Elune, but it was peace still. A peace that very well could, and would, be broken. Without having to turn and look, she sensed the presence of another and ceased her combing entirely. "What news have you?" The Priestess remained still, back turned upon the huntress that stilled upon the notice of her presence. "My lady," Shandris said as she knelt upon one knee. "I have news most... curious to deliver." Finally, Tyrande turned around and looked upon the one she considered a daughter with adoration and mild concern. "Speak," she urged, leaving Ash'alah's side.
"Illidan Stormrage has been captured!" Tyrande nearly gasped. "Captured?" Shandris, shrugged. "Well, I suppose capture isn't the right word. He brought himself here and demanded to be bound by chains. He asked," the young warrior looked troubled. "He asked to speak to you."
Tyrande's face remained passive, but the words felt eerie. "He seeks judgement."
A step back, she felt her mind spin with confusion. "Judgment, by Elune!" Surely, his deeds in vanquishing the Legion from this world had resolved him, but he was there and bound by his will. The events passed had left her feeling both thankful of his efforts and uncertain of his meaning. After all, she had wanted the Legion gone and as before, she had believed he was the key. Still, she had believed him gone from these lands as he never felt home there. "I will go to him." Tyrande resigned, still unsure.
Dressed in armor, for she had no idea of what to expect from her brother in law, the Priestess made haste to the burrows. A sense of familiarity washed through her as she descended down, whispering prayers along her path.
