The Lion’s Pride Inn, Goldshire, Elwynn Forest
Andais Lu had taken the boat home after weeks of neverending fights and missions on Kul Tiras. She had left behind Vynsand, Evrollah and Rahlis and decided to re-connect with one of her closest friends, the night elf druid Booleigh EverNight. The two women had corresponded through post and the elf had told Andais to meet in Goldshire. Now this had surprised the warlock, she thought that her friend would still be cooped up inside Stormwind City.
Entering the familiar residence that was the Lion’s Pride Inn in the heart of the small town, Andais Lu took up a small table in the corner scanning the rowdy crowd of this particular afternoon. Here in the heart of Alliance territory, next to the leading kingdom of the faction the locals had no fear of the war beyond the sea. It was communicated by the guards of Stormwind City and gossip of the lone travellers but here, there was state of normalcy.
Andais Lu found it unnerving and quickly ordered a bottle of Darnassian wine though she knew Booleigh did not drink for it would clash with her nature loving lifestyle. A couple of minutes had passed and no sign of the violet hair druid was in sight, frowning to herself Andais Lu stood up grabbing the bottle that had been placed on her table when a slender hand touched her arm “Elune-Adore, my apologies for running late my friend” Andais quickly dropped the bottle on the table and whirled around. Standing before her in her travelling garbs was Booleigh. The warlock yelped in delight and pulled the night elf into a hug, she laughed quietly and returned it warmly “It is good to see you Andais, it feels like many moons have passed since I had you at my side in the Stormwind infirmary” Andais stood back, her eyebrow quirking up noting the colour had returned to Booleigh’s lilac face and her elven eyes glowing fiercely with life “You’re no longer resting?” it was an obvious statement but Andais had to know what had occurred in her absence.
Booleigh sat down at their small table as did Andais while nodding “I have recovered plenty since the War of the Thorns, I have joined my brethren in the ranks returning to Kalimdor” Andais paled in shock before reaching out to the druid “You are returning home? Boo, you must know that I have been on the front lines of Ashenvale it is at a stand still” Booleigh nodded “We were briefed on what is happening back home, but I feel we can change the tide in battle. The High Priestess Tyrande has taken on Elune’s avatar in the living realm, the Night warrior”. The druid spoke this with such awe and reverence, Andais only knew a small amount of night elf lore but from what she had read, the Night warrior was the Moon goddess’ soldier form who sought justice for those who had nobody to stand up for them. She ferried the dead as stars across the skies and wielded a double edged glaive.
To hear from her friend’s lips that the leader of the Kaldorei had invoked the Night warrior into herself was something unheard of but the confidence across Booleigh’s face made Andais Lu realise that it had to be true. Perhaps the Night elves would finally exact revenge on the Horde that rid them of their beloved homeland. Andais clenched her gloved hands into fists before pouring herself a glass of the Darnassian wine “If you are joining the High priestess to battle, then I wish to join you” she longed for a decent battle and wished to see a turn in the tide of this world war. Booleigh smiled knowingly “I know your lust for a good fight is strong in you my friend but have you taken precautionary measures on that rage in your heart?” her smile slipped slightly and her tone of voice switched to growing concern “Don’t let the fel overcome you”.
Andais Lu waved her concern away quickly “The magic of the Burning Legion has never controlled me Boo, only pushed me to continue fighting for vengeance of your people and bringing peace to the Alliance once more” Booleigh sighed before gesturing to where Andais’ heart was “I feel it emanate from you Andais, your rage is growing darker, I’m sorry I have not been with you these past months in Kul Tiras. Maybe I could have helped you ease the pain like I have with my own” this made the warlock check on what she was going to say next. Daily, she felt the need to exact vengeance but she had forgotten that her friend before her had witnessed first hand the burning of Teldrassil.
“I have been recieving help from the priest Evrollah, she has been teaching me morning meditation rituals” Andais finally replied more calmly. Booleigh laughed quietly, her voice sounding like bells amidst the loud crowds within the inn “The Draenei has grown on you?” “We still have our moments of arguments but yes, it is much better now”. Booleigh nodded understanding before giving Andais a side glance “Has your hooded mage revealed his face yet?” Andais Lu pouted and folded her arms “You would think, Vyn would stop being so secretive with me after all these months but no I still haven’t seen him. I don’t know why he feels he has to hide from me” she drank the contents of her glass in one gulp. Booleigh placed a comforting hand on Andais’ arm “We, the Kaldorei are very private even in the company of our closest friends. I’m sure Vynsand Runebane has his reasons but I’m also certain he will show himself to you”.
Andais sighed appreciating her friends words before pouring herself another glass “He better, or I’ll remove the hood myself!” Booleigh now laughed and responded “I’m not sure if that would bode so well especially if he’s a mage” Andais grinned mischievously as her thoughts run amuck about her mysterious hooded friend “I see it as a challenge”.
To be continued…