Once safely back in Feathermoon Stronghold, Tirasa wearily climbed the stairs and flopped down on one of the available empty beds. Tonight’s expedition had been worrying, and tiring, and not at all successful.
She and Taunus had met at Aerie Peak, both armed with a genuine gnomish Super Snapper FX, both charged with grabbing a photograph of the elusive giant turtle Gammerita.
Things had been fine until they reached the giant waterfall that fell from cliffs high above the ocean. Carefully they edged their nightsabers near the edge, for their prey was a sea turtle, and was most probably down on the shore. And then Tirasa heard a big splash down below, realizing that Taunus had gone over the edge of the cliff. Taking a deep breath, she followed.
Too late, she realized that she should have been paying more attention to Taunus’ technique. The Spirit Guardian loomed over her wisp form once again, and with a wisplike sigh, she made her way back to the cliffs, going over without fear. It was there that she found her body, lying broken on the rocks, indigo blood oozing from a fatal head wound.
The two Kaldorei searched the beach after that, but Gammerita continued to elude them. Feeling exhausted and more than a little cranky, Tirasa had used her hearthstone to return to Feathermoon.
Sleep came easily and immediately. In her dreams, Tirasa relived the moment of going over the cliff, but… differently…
A few moments of falling, and then… soaring. The wind whistled around her ears, she was gaining speed, yet felt utterly weightless. Golden rays of sunshine surrounded her, she was flying upwards, ever upwards… towards the sun, the bright fiery ball stretching its arms out to her, but, oddly enough, she was not burning. She heard whispers, and a female voice singing and cajoling, almost a lullaby. “Can you feel the waves of life? Can you hear the sigh of love? Do you believe in it…?”
Then the pounding of drums, the shaking of rattles. And tauren chanting…
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The smell of sweet grass assailed her nostrils and she blinked, finding herself amidst a tauren village, sprawled out under a tree, naked and alone. But, in her hand, a communication device.
Surely, what a strange dream… she was naked, but held a communication device? And then she caught sight of her hand, for she did not see the slender Kaldorei fingers of an indigo hue. Panicking, she clicked on the device, jabbering frantically in Darnassian.
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