When most Kal'dorei were told they were ready for a nightsaber mount they rushed off to present themselves at the stables. Jerathai went fishing. She'd been taught, as the others had, that nightsabers were partners, not pets. What other races saw as the "purchase" of a nightsaber was actually the chosen rider taking financial responsibility for the room and board expenses of their new companions.
Jera thought long and hard before deciding whether or not to present herself to the cats. As a druid she'd eventually master forms suited for traveling, but those were a ways off yet.
She already knew she'd be voyaging. As Master Strongoak had warned her, she wasn't entirely comfortable with the tenor of the druid community in Darnassus. Having a companion to assist and protect her while she grew in power and skill was a serious advantage, and that ultimately decided her. She knew she needed to act soon – she was definitely among the strongest and most talented of the young druids and was already being courted by two druid orders. It creeped her out a bit, actually. It was time to be gone before anyone took offense.
So at dawn she took the portal to Ru'theran Village with a fishing pole and a net bag. She spent a tranquil hour fishing and meditating, then returned to the city. She dropped off her pole and then went to the riding trainer. To her surprise there was only one cat present when she delivered the fish.
The trainer thanked her, "These are very welcome, druid. We have three litters that have just reached the age of starting on solid food and these will be perfect for them." He then asked, "I assume you're here to present yourself for consideration as a rider?"
Jera nodded, "I was hoping to speak with the nightsabers looking to choose. Are they all at the dens still? I can come back later if that's more convenient."
"Actually," the trainer replied, "it seems that you were spoken for some time ago." He indicated the pure white cat present.
Surprised, Jera turned to the saber and looked into its emerald green eyes. Recognition came quickly, "Lady Shir, isn't it?"
The cat nodded, "Shir'alah, actually," it introduced itself. "I knew when I saw you the first time that you were the one I wanted for a rider." The face crinkled up in what was unmistakably good humor, "We both had a bit of growing up to do first – and your fishing skill needed improving."
That bit of mischievous good humor was very appealing to the druid. Jera grinned, "Well then, perhaps we could spend the day getting acquainted."
"Lead on," Shir'alah replied.