Reunited & Crazy Cosmos Theories.
Leaving Icecrown was the hardest thing Jackary had to do - to not continue his search as Novarin and Sin both showed up to relieve the dragon of his post. They were there to remind Jackary that he still had a family he had to go home to and that his skills were desperately needed back in Orgrimmar.
Jack had shoved a picture of Darnath firmly against Novarin’s chest, glaring down at the snow in frustration. “If you see this man, you tell me instantly.” A command but with one arm in a sling and his ribs aching, Jack was in no mood to take ‘no’ for an answer.
Novarin took the picture carefully to look at it, the aged photograph of a selfie with Jack and Darnath that appeared to be at the cliffs in Booty Bay. “He’s cute,” Nova muttered, carefully pocketing the picture that seemed to have been with the Mage for far longer than one would admit to. “We’ll keep our eyes ou’ f’er ‘im, chief.”
Wings flared out, launching the dragon upwards into the sky after the confirmation. He would take one last look around but Jack was met with no such luck and thus the beast returned to Orgrimmar.
The night was spent in good company, Valarin and Sylrissa addressed the weak arm and not only cleaned it up but fixed the poor stitch job he had received the night before. He had stayed close to Dicenne, the comfort of being against the Bulwark eased the dull ache and the attachment the dragon had been that of a beast to their mortal. There was a calming feeling to be had sitting between Dice and Val.
That was, until there was a notion that the Maw above Icecrown was actually sucking up souls and even killing them.The map Iratak had given Jackary stated very clearly that Darnath was in Icecrown, but when he scoured the entire snowy hellhole, not a single fraction of his Dragonsworn’s scent was to be found. If Lyn and Nara’s casual assumptions were right, then it was quite possible that Darnath may have fell victim to this.
The more Jackary thought it over, the more upset he felt himself becoming. No one here needed to see that side of him, he wasn’t comfortable enough for any of them, save one, to see the anxiety slowly building in his chest. But that brought another thought to his mind that was all the scarier.
“Hey, do you know how Frostwyrms are created?” It had been whispered in Dicenne’s ear, the uncertainty of Jack’s voice near failed him but he was answered with a small nod and a gaze that spoke louder than Dice’s voice could ever raise.
“If I... am in a situation where I will turn into one of those things, I want you to kill me... I don’t want to fight you.” He didn’t want to fight anyone, he didn’t want to be turned and controlled. There was a stunning realization that the idea of raising his claws towards Dicenne turned his stomach and made him sick.
Dicenne paused briefly but instead of giving verbal confirmation to give away their conversation and respecting that Jack seemed nervous to speak of it, he gave another small nod in understanding.
The elf received a murmured ‘thank you’ and a briefly lingering kiss to his cheek which brought a smile to the man’s face. Jack eased back after, opting to distance himself for a moment and go offer some help at the Forge as extra help to guard the workers trying their hardest to assist the group defending the gates.
Even taking into consideration his stitches were still fresh, Jackary settled on guard duty, keeping distance from the scourge that would get remotely close. He wasn’t being as careless as he used to be; he only needed one hand to cast a spell, after all. Yet no matter how many ice shards he flung, it didn’t drive away the slowly building realization in the endless waves of Scourge...
He was going to possibly have to enter the Maw to bring his Dragonsworn home.
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