So yah the voices in my head wouldn't let me finish Son of the Moon until I wrote this, which is awful since this is supposed to be the prequel to Son of the Moon. Oh well they can be read either way. Haha I'll live and so will you. Just remember to review or the voices will get you
The sun fell down softly between the low hanging branches. The low light dulled the normally harsh tones of the forest. A Springpaw and her cub lounged under the shade of a gold tinted tree, a yawn escaping the cubs' mouth, as a Dragonhawk glided slowly by. There was an overall sense of calm that pervaded the woods and permeated the very essence of Eversongs' inhabitants. At the edge of the forest, a young girl lay sprawled on the ground near the wheel of a caravan wagon as her companions chatted amiably, an arm thrown over her eyes to keep out the afternoon sun. Black hair fanned out around her face that was tanned brown from countless days of playing in the woods. She smiled to herself as the voices turned frustrated and angry. She rolled onto her stomach, her emerald green eyes falling on the almost comic scene before her. A young man with white hair and bright eyes looked down irately at what appeared to be two dead carcasses though one of them looked up at the blood elf, annoyance clearly written on his face. The moving cadaver was trying to skin the dead Springpaw lying at his feet, but was only succeeding in butchering the poor beast to a bloody pulp. Boney hands with only scraps of flesh as cover, clumsily inserted the boning knife into the felines stomach accidently puncturing a vein upon insertion causing the white underbelly to go dark pink with blood. The trainer cursed loudly at this latest mistake. The girl had seen this scenario play out many times before. In the art of skinning, Valdair was truly forsaken. He also had problems with alchemy, enchanting, inscribing, blacksmithing, jewel crafting and basically every profession that required work. Skinning was quite literally his last choice. Mathreyn had been trying to teach the undead child the art of skinning since the day he set foot in Eversong Woods with his father, an ambassador from Undercity. His father was hoping that the change of atmosphere would inspire Valdair to put more effort into his work. He was wrong. He had no natural ability with skinning, nor any passion to learn, thus leaving him inept and unmotivated. Her undead friend, for all his festering appearance, couldn't stomach the sight of a skinless creature. The sound of Mathreyn brought her out of her thoughts. "For the last time Valdair cut along the skin with the side of your knife not the point." The boy rolled his eyes as he muttered under his breath, "Rowih evne mawon ayweop Sylvanas". The girl laughed under her breath at his remark. Though she didn't know Gutterspeak she got the inference towards Lady Sylvanas understanding it to mean along the lines of "for the love of Sylvanas" though she was sure there was some cursing thrown in for good measure. "Audre' tell the man that it is not my fault that living creatures bleed so easily." Audre' didnt hear Valdair's request. She was miles away in her mind, Feralas was rumored to be lovely thie time of... "Audre'!" Shaking her head she came back to the moment. "You're heavy handy Val and you have no patience", she snapped out toward her best friend giving him her best bored expression. They had been friends since his arrival, practically inseparable by the first "hello". "And you can do better?" he questioned, what was left of his facial muscles turning his mouth into a sneer. "Give it", she demanding taking the cat and knife into her hands. She cut around the animals side, slowly worked the knife under its flesh. Circling around the puncture wound Valdair had created, she made a new seam for the skin. Within minutes the back of the cat was pulled free of its body. Satified she tossed the knife back at the boy, a grin going from pointed ear to pointed ear plastered on her face. Instead of the anger that Audre' expected to be on her friends face there was awe and confusion. "Where did you learn how to use a knife like? That wasn't a skinners technique." Matheryn looked at Audre' and faint sense of knowing on his face. Blushing Audrie' replied, "just something I picked up somewhere."She came out of her embarrassment when Kinamisa began to speak. A beauty by any races standards she commanded her surroundings and all those in it. She along with Matheryn had travelled the world selling their wares in hundreds of territories. Since the time Audre' could go to Silvermoon on her own she had stopped by the caravans when they came to the city. Kinamisa would always tell stories of far off places and exotic creatures. Matheryn would sing songs about the deadly beauty of Stranglethorn Vale and the deserted isolation of Desolace ; Thousand Needles and its towering mesas all the way to the Isle of Azuremyst and its alien inhabitants. These stories of men no taller than her hip and some that would tower over an Elekk fascinated Audre' to no end. She dreamed of one day seeing all these places for herself.
Kinamisa had been silent for the entirety of Valdair's lesson, sitting in the main wagon of the caravan preparing a hide for one of her customers so her sudden statement caught Audre off guard. "Audre' you're going to be late again". Shit. Sadly Audre understood what Kinamisa was referring to. Jumping to her feet, Audre' grabbed her bag and ran into Silvermoon bidding her friends a hasty farewell. She could hear Valdair laughing all the way into the city wall though she could also hear Matheryn's scolding for destroying the pelt that Audre' had helped to fix. She sprinted past the guards, flying down the crowd less streets of Silvermoon.
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