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1 day later...
"Are you sure you have everything?! Does your water-skin need refiling? How about your scarf when it gets cold in Dalaran? Do make sure to keep your scarf close to your ears to stay warm. Oh, do you have enough rations till you reach Dalaran, we can stop quickly in Orgrimmar if need be?" Aellas fussed and stood close to Echo, tightening the black scarf around her daughter's neck and pulling it closer up to her jaw. Large hands checked for injury and straightened her shoulder gear.
Cairin watched in amusement once again as he saw Aellas practically dishevel their child as they waited on top of the Zeppelin Outpost Tower outside of Orgrimmar.
Echo was wide eyes, blushing under her black mask, and pretty much over whelmed by her mother as she tried to 'fix' her before she was to aboard the zeppelin to Tirisfal Glades. Echo tried to practically squirm out of her mother's grasp, sending help signals towards her smirking father.
"My love, she has everything she needs. She is ready to go, the zeppelin has arrived." Aellas looked at Cairin then back at Echo. Aellas smothered kisses over Echo's masked face causing the girl to practically glow red in embarrassment as some of the boarding Horde members going to Tirisfal Glades laughed and snickered at the scene.
'Stop! I'm good! I swear, mother! I will write you when I get to Dalaran, promise! But I must go!' Echo signed quickly as Cairin gently took Aellas off of her person.
"If you meet any lovely boys, please let me know!" Echo blushed furiously and wished the ground would swallow her up.
Oh, by the Light... mother...
Cairin gave his wife a 'not on my watch' look and gazed at his daughter.
"Those boys better keep their hands to themselves... Echo, before you go, my child... I want you to have this." Cairin stood in front of Echo, she watched him quizzingly as he withdrew something from his emerald and earth colored Druid robes.
With wide eyes, Echo saw it was beautifully crafted silver bead, much like the ones that hung in her family's long tresses... but this one held two white owl feathers along with it.
"This is for you, my little Echo Whitefeather. Where it with pride, remember where you came from." The large grey hands gently clipped the bead and feathers into the side of her mahogany hair.
'Thank you, I love it father.' Echo smiled widely and jumped into the two Taurens' arms quickly. Turning quickly, Echo jumped on board with not a second later before the Zeppelin began to slowly move and fly away.
The wind began to pick up quickly, tasseling the brown hair around her head and the small silver bead glistened in the moon light. Echo waved good bye as the tower, her gray and snow furred parents become smaller and smaller from her view.
Once the view of Durotan began to fade from the vastness of the blackened seas, Echo shivered lightly from the cold night air and the constant wind fronts of the salty ocean below. She silently cursed herself for the gear she had on.
All her gear was made from warm leather. The fabric is not what bothered her, it was the lack of warmth that her leggings provided. Her gear pretty much covered her nearly head to toe in black and dark grey leather, but her leggings were basically armored underwear and leggings... they provided light and fast movement, but gave no warmth.
Rubbing her gloved hands together and running them across the visible skin of her thighs, Echo looked up at the large glowing moon. The stars shone brightly and were sprinkled as far as the eyes could see in the vast blackness of space.
In a few hours she would reach Tirisfal Glades and then ride through the Alterac Mountains till she reached Dalaran. In the mean time, Echo had to fend for herself whilst on the Zeppelin... it was no different than a mission. She could feel some of the leering glances of some of the Horde men burning holes in her back.
Though she felt their gazes, none approached her; she was thankful for that.
Sitting on the wooden floors on the very lip of where one of the entrance/exit of the zeppelin was, Echo threw her feet over the edge and watched the ocean waters below pass quickly. They reflected the sky in a darker vision.
Echo hummed to herself silently, promptly ignoring the other members of the ship till she reached Tirisfal. She briefly wondered if she should stop to see Lordaeron, but decided just to make it to Dalaran in one piece.
**Eastern Kingdoms: Tirisfal Glades**
Hours of traveling later and the forests of Tirisfal came into view. Eyes full of wonder and excitement, Echo quickly stood brushing off the dirt that may have gotten on her when on the floor, she reached into her bag and donned her Scout's tabard.
If her Master had seen such a tabard on her, him not being happy is an understatement.
Some of the ship journeyers were surprised by the tabard but none voiced their opinions. As the Zeppelin finally stopped at the Outpost Tower, Echo quickly but quietly made her way down the long curving steps to the bottom.
Echo couldn't help but feel more excitement as she glanced around; she hadn't been to this part of the Eastern Kingdoms yet. It was very beautiful and lush here. Brill wasn't that far, she could take a rest.
Remember... mission is to get to Dalaran. Stop distracting yourself, moron! Echo thought to herself in a quick head shake to dismiss the thought.
Taking out her map, Echo looked to where she currently was and where Dalaran was located...
So... I should take to the east from here then southeast once I hit the Alterac mountains. Hmm, shouldn't be that far past Lordaeron if I ride by mount instead of on foot. Echo bit the bottom of her lip in consideration.
A giant huff left the Rogue's lips.
Maybe I should have considered flying instead, too late.