It was in the dead of the and though most of the sane folk of the ship were already deep into sleep, the perpetually inquisitive Night Elf found himself doing what he was most fond of; walking and exploring. He had never really had a regular sleep schedule and being tossed aboard a ship where the hours seemed to merge together hardly helped.
It didn't matter that he'd seen most of these areas before, the fact that they were unpopulated at the moment meant he could view, touch and hear things he might have missed before. Or he had thought it would be unpopulated.
He inhaled deeply, his nose wriggling as he did. Though the figure didn't seem familiar from this angle, there was really no mistaking that scent. He walked up behind her on the couch but didn't announce his arrival. Instead he merely peered over her shoulder to see what it was she doing.
How many other horned ladies was Nokosi going around with? Nehaalista looked up at him, her expression bemused. She'd been so lost in thought, that she hadn't heard him approach; not that it was uncommon, for such a lanky, loud thing, Nokosi could be terribly quiet when the mood struck him.
[Good evening, Nokosi,] she signed, without the helpful, translating voice. Her necklace was far off in her room. [Shouldn't you be asleep?]
One would probably be surprised at the number of Draenei he'd met and amount of them who had completely twisted his line of thinking on their people. He leaned over the couch to get a better view of her hands. Thankfully it appeared that she didn't have her talking necklace with her. Even though it lent her a voice, he found the sound of it to be distracting and odd. His imagination, he thought, did a much better job anyways.
"I was wondering the same thing about you. I'm a Night Elf. What's your excuse?"
Nehaalista made that odd, breathless jerk that was her laugh. [I had a nightmare, it's probably nothing though. That still doesn't tell me why you are prowling around.] She smiled at her friend. Nokosi was a good sort, but somehow she felt confiding her worries might confuse him.
"The usual sort. It's much easier to see and hear things without a lot of people getting in the way. Not every sound is a pleasant one." He climbed over the couch but instead of sitting on it he plopped down on the floor in front of her.
He looked up at the taller woman, then back down. One of her hooves almost caught his attention but it seemed he either thought better of touching it or he managed to ignore the distraction.
"What type of nightmare if it's 'probably' nothing? I'd assume it was pretty bad if someone like you couldn't shrug it off."
[The kind where I have fallen and have become evil,] Nehaalista replied. [Taking pleasure in the destruction I cause instead of doing what is right.] She shuddered and looked down at the flower in her hand. [That woman stirred up things in me, but I do not know how to communicate them to myself in a way that does not make me afraid.]
"You? Evil?" The elf laughed as if the notion was preposterous. "Don't be silly," he said casually. Nokosi leaned forward and peered at the object in his friend's hand, "What woman? And why does she make you afraid?"
[Because I am wise enough to realize that someday I might become overzealous. It's a scary thought, and she exemplifies those things I've been taught to slay.] She rubbed her thumb over the petal and wrinkled her brow.
She remembered that Nokosi couldn't read, and thus hadn't read anything Karis had crowed about all over the channels. Someday, they needed to fix that. [It is the Forsaken woman aboard the ship, hopefully, you have not met her.]
"No...I haven't, but I've been told about her. Moody, hateful, crybaby?" That wasn't exactly what he had heard but when the phrase 'typical Forsaken' was thrown around, those were usually the top three complaints insults he'd hear.
"Nehaa. Why do you care, anyways? So she annoys you and everyone else. So what? She hasn't actually done anything that would warrant punishment, right? As 'they' say, 'feed a stray and it will never leave you alone.'" Before even giving her a chance to answer one of the many questions, he huffed loudly, his eyebrows drew together and his lips tugged into a line.
It didn't matter that he'd seen most of these areas before, the fact that they were unpopulated at the moment meant he could view, touch and hear things he might have missed before. Or he had thought it would be unpopulated.
He inhaled deeply, his nose wriggling as he did. Though the figure didn't seem familiar from this angle, there was really no mistaking that scent. He walked up behind her on the couch but didn't announce his arrival. Instead he merely peered over her shoulder to see what it was she doing.
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[Good evening, Nokosi,] she signed, without the helpful, translating voice. Her necklace was far off in her room. [Shouldn't you be asleep?]
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"I was wondering the same thing about you. I'm a Night Elf. What's your excuse?"
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He looked up at the taller woman, then back down. One of her hooves almost caught his attention but it seemed he either thought better of touching it or he managed to ignore the distraction.
"What type of nightmare if it's 'probably' nothing? I'd assume it was pretty bad if someone like you couldn't shrug it off."
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She remembered that Nokosi couldn't read, and thus hadn't read anything Karis had crowed about all over the channels. Someday, they needed to fix that. [It is the Forsaken woman aboard the ship, hopefully, you have not met her.]
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"Nehaa. Why do you care, anyways? So she annoys you and everyone else. So what? She hasn't actually done anything that would warrant punishment, right? As 'they' say, 'feed a stray and it will never leave you alone.'" Before even giving her a chance to answer one of the many questions, he huffed loudly, his eyebrows drew together and his lips tugged into a line.
"Nehaa, stop feeding her attention."
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