There's nothing I can look at for long, except the sea. [a story]
Standing on the balcony just off the spacious bedroom of his dream home; Elarren rested his hands on the stone wall overlooking the sea, watching the waves lap at the sand a full story below him. The gentle morning breeze blew the hem of his long moonshroud robe. It was a gift, crafted by one of the Cenarian Druids he’d been getting to know through his work with the Argent Crusade. “It suits you,” the young Tauren had told him when she handed the magic infused garment to him, “has anyone ever told you blue’s your color?” He smiled at that and thanked her many times over. Well no, no one had ever said that in so many words, but yes … blue had certainly become his color.
Nearly a week had passed since he‘d last been at the Vanguard. Things had happened earlier that week to keep him at home. He hadn’t even left the safety of his own property in five days. As a man who’d spent over six years living in the woods; what’s five days in a lavish home with your newlywed husband?
One wave rolled in after another. Bringing some sand in; taking some away. Elarren could not keep score.
Thundering hooves and barking broke his trance as Clover, Misty and Scarlet came tearing up the beach past the house. His hunting companions had forged a friendship with the giant stallion Aelvern once claimed had a nasty temper. Elarren never saw anything of the sort. In his hands, Clover was a gentleman with adoration for his rider and two four-legged sisters. Aelvern may have been the horseman in the family; but clearly Elarren hadn’t lost his beast master’s touch. The three animals were keeping watch over him while his husband went back into the city for work. Not only were they his sole company during the long hours he spent on the coast, they were his protectors; Aelvern said so.
Aelvern said so. Elarren had been putting a whole lot of faith into what that man said. He hated the idea of anyone having to look after him; even though he knew it was true. Aelvern kept him safe but he couldn’t always be there no matter how badly either of them may have wanted it to be that way. At least they agreed the animals could keep him secure here at the house. That other thing Aelvern had said, that got to him. “I don’t need you pissing off the in-laws. They’re the ones looking after you while I’m at work.” ‘When Hellfire Peninsula freezes as deep as Northrend‘, Elarren thought. Penwyn or Helthir, looking after him? The very idea dented his pride.
He pushed off the wall with a huff “I don’t need anyone.” his eyes followed the playful animals as they galloped around to the back of the house. With a long and graceful stride he walked the length of the balcony to the side facing the road leading up to the front door. He sighed and leaned his elbows on the stone again. “This … is boring.“ he whined to himself, glaring at the dirt path as if time would move faster if he could give that soil a slightly nastier look than he had the day before. Today he’d have no distractions. No one bringing in new furniture or hanging silks from the walls. No one to yell at but himself. He was not looking forward to it at all. The dread started yesterday, after the very last of the decorators made a bolt for the door.
That morning he’d tried his damnedest to keep Aelvern home from work. Oh sure, he’d made the Blood Knight plenty late, and satiated, but he still left; contented smile and all. “Now I have nothing to do but sit around and look pretty and kept,” he wouldn’t openly admit it to his husband, but he had put on the robe for him, “maybe I could go into the city and look pretty there. At my fountain.” With that he went back in through the sliding glass doors. Once inside he remembered the previous afternoon and what had happened after he’d found himself alone. He’d thought about going back to Silvermoon then, too. Yesterday he changed into his favorite leathers, gathered his hair up into a thick tail and trotted out to his waiting motorcycle. However, he didn’t even get that far. He stopped short at the edge of their lawn. “PLAGUE” he heard Penwyn screaming. He saw fists flying and blood, the porcelain face of a Death Knight calmly threatening the lives of the Stonemists, a ghoul right there at his fountain, the look of fear on Helthir‘s face. Then he saw the dead rising out of the ground just past their enchanted property. Shambling towards him, calling his name with jawless mouths. The risen citizens of Goldenmist returning to take him where he belonged. The fallen Farstriders from Quel’Danas accusing him for surviving what they had not.
Elarren slid the glass door shut and rest his paled forehead against it. He would not be going to Silvermoon today. A soft hand ran down his robe, smoothing out any wrinkles. No, this Blue Jay would stay here and wait for his Falcon to return to their nest. His teary eyes returned to the sea again; the endless expanse of water. The Scourge never came by sea.
Nearly a week had passed since he‘d last been at the Vanguard. Things had happened earlier that week to keep him at home. He hadn’t even left the safety of his own property in five days. As a man who’d spent over six years living in the woods; what’s five days in a lavish home with your newlywed husband?
One wave rolled in after another. Bringing some sand in; taking some away. Elarren could not keep score.
Thundering hooves and barking broke his trance as Clover, Misty and Scarlet came tearing up the beach past the house. His hunting companions had forged a friendship with the giant stallion Aelvern once claimed had a nasty temper. Elarren never saw anything of the sort. In his hands, Clover was a gentleman with adoration for his rider and two four-legged sisters. Aelvern may have been the horseman in the family; but clearly Elarren hadn’t lost his beast master’s touch. The three animals were keeping watch over him while his husband went back into the city for work. Not only were they his sole company during the long hours he spent on the coast, they were his protectors; Aelvern said so.
Aelvern said so. Elarren had been putting a whole lot of faith into what that man said. He hated the idea of anyone having to look after him; even though he knew it was true. Aelvern kept him safe but he couldn’t always be there no matter how badly either of them may have wanted it to be that way. At least they agreed the animals could keep him secure here at the house. That other thing Aelvern had said, that got to him. “I don’t need you pissing off the in-laws. They’re the ones looking after you while I’m at work.” ‘When Hellfire Peninsula freezes as deep as Northrend‘, Elarren thought. Penwyn or Helthir, looking after him? The very idea dented his pride.
He pushed off the wall with a huff “I don’t need anyone.” his eyes followed the playful animals as they galloped around to the back of the house. With a long and graceful stride he walked the length of the balcony to the side facing the road leading up to the front door. He sighed and leaned his elbows on the stone again. “This … is boring.“ he whined to himself, glaring at the dirt path as if time would move faster if he could give that soil a slightly nastier look than he had the day before. Today he’d have no distractions. No one bringing in new furniture or hanging silks from the walls. No one to yell at but himself. He was not looking forward to it at all. The dread started yesterday, after the very last of the decorators made a bolt for the door.
That morning he’d tried his damnedest to keep Aelvern home from work. Oh sure, he’d made the Blood Knight plenty late, and satiated, but he still left; contented smile and all. “Now I have nothing to do but sit around and look pretty and kept,” he wouldn’t openly admit it to his husband, but he had put on the robe for him, “maybe I could go into the city and look pretty there. At my fountain.” With that he went back in through the sliding glass doors. Once inside he remembered the previous afternoon and what had happened after he’d found himself alone. He’d thought about going back to Silvermoon then, too. Yesterday he changed into his favorite leathers, gathered his hair up into a thick tail and trotted out to his waiting motorcycle. However, he didn’t even get that far. He stopped short at the edge of their lawn. “PLAGUE” he heard Penwyn screaming. He saw fists flying and blood, the porcelain face of a Death Knight calmly threatening the lives of the Stonemists, a ghoul right there at his fountain, the look of fear on Helthir‘s face. Then he saw the dead rising out of the ground just past their enchanted property. Shambling towards him, calling his name with jawless mouths. The risen citizens of Goldenmist returning to take him where he belonged. The fallen Farstriders from Quel’Danas accusing him for surviving what they had not.
Elarren slid the glass door shut and rest his paled forehead against it. He would not be going to Silvermoon today. A soft hand ran down his robe, smoothing out any wrinkles. No, this Blue Jay would stay here and wait for his Falcon to return to their nest. His teary eyes returned to the sea again; the endless expanse of water. The Scourge never came by sea.