Walking down the road between Forest Song and Splintertree Post, I spotted a man with pale skin, red hair, and long ears. The inverse of my own kind; a blood elf. Why was he here? I shifted from cat to night elf to speak.

"Surprised?" he asks.

"I know sometimes your kind sneaks into our lands. What is your purpose here?"

He shrugs. "Exploring."

"That is all?"

"Yes. If you still wish to fight, so be it."

"I do not enjoy fighting, but I will when needed."

"What's your name?" he asks.

"Why would you want to know that?"

"I like knowing who I'm talking to."

I eye him warily, but reply, "Nedjem, I am a druid of Darnassus."

"Rugio," he replies with a small bow. "I am a mage of Silvermoon."

&

&

That seems so long ago. It has been four months since our first meeting. We've been meeting more and more.

I think we're courting.

That scares me. We could easily find a place to be on our own without much judgement, the neurtral grounds are pretty forgiving with thier opinions. I wouldn't want to leave everything I've built here, though, and I'm sure it would be the same for him.

So we can't possibly be courting.

We have become friendly, and this is the only way we can enjoy one another's company. That's it.

It's got to be.