Colin had agreed to stay up and help Ascal do the same, however, while the night before had resulted in quite the peaceful sleep, the activities that earned it, as well as the activities throughout the following day, had still managed to take their toll on his body. He gave a valiant effort, but between the silence and the soothing sways of the boat, he couldn't help but succumb.

Ascal noticed him nodding off, but didn't mention it. He simply resorted to the same methods he had used to stay awake before, though, for the most part, he'd been walking constantly; now he was sitting on a bed. He caught himself whenever his eyelids began to sink past his glowing orbs and he would rub his face or pull out a whisker or something.

He turned to see Colin leaning back against the wall, his head resting against a beam and his shoulder, out like a light. He had fallen asleep quickly enough, and his dreams began almost immediately. He was back in Stormwind somewhere, he saw Kyra, and even Mrs. Gribbs, oddly enough. His face visibly cringed for a second at the thought, but then he saw Tyriel there; at least however she appeared a year earlier. Suddenly, he recalled pictures he had seen of Ysera; the Dragon Aspect.

Suddenly, he noticed that it was not a dream he was seeing. An emerald shimmer had shone into his closed eyes and had woken him, but only barely. It was as though he had been woken into a half-state of being awake and still dreaming. The only thing that convinced him was that he wouldn't ever dream of something as drab as this cabin.

His eyes slowly opened, and he found the source of the green light. Upon the bed sat a night elf, though it certainly was not Ascal. Colin's eyes shot wide as he noticed the horns protruding from this being's head, a crescent moon crown adorning its head, and emerald hair flowing down their body. It was unmistakable, and while Colin had been shocked at hearing her voice, he was downright frightened by seeing her in person.

He quickly scurried back, but Ysera raised her hand and stopped him, his body responding against his will as her voice panged out through the air, "Don't be frightened, human."

A giant pressure came upon Colin's chest as he sat on the wooden floor, as though sleep paralysis had come over him. He took a closer look at her; it was as though she had just taken the form of Ascal. She was sitting cross-legged, leaning against the wall with a heavy blanket wrapped around her shoulders, covering most of her pink skin. Her eyes glowed, but against the green marks that ran up and down both sides of her face, her eyes seemed massive.

"You're so dismissive of my mother," she spoke, a hint of humor spicing her words, "Yet seeing me frightens you so."

Colin felt the immediate need to retort respectfully, but his mind only replied with, "No offense, but I've never been in a situation where Elune could easily kill me."

Bowing her head slightly, Ysera grinned, a rather dainty hand reaching up to cover her face, "Yes, I suppose that's true. Though, we're in more a dream than anything, now. Were I to harm you now, it'd be but a nightmare."

"That's…reassuring…" Colin muttered, unsurely, which evoked another grin from this being.

"You know, we assume humanoid forms to become less frightening, not more," she explained.

Colin nodded, "I understand; it's just… I mean, I've never encountered a, uh, an…"

"You can say it here," Ysera assured, "Nobody can hear."

"Uh, an Aspect," Colin continued, "Much less Ysera. I'm but a human; I figured I'd meet Alexstrasza well before meeting any other. Well, maybe Thrall, but that's more of a technicality for the time being…."

Ysera smiled as she lowered her head, "You seemed so much less nervous through the Emerald Dream."

Colin scratched his face, "I, uh, well…"

She chuckled lightly, "We also assume these forms to familiarize ourselves with mortal beings' thinking. And, I suppose, to feel more close to your people. Believe it or not, it can be boring living as a dragonkin, going on and on about politics."

She turned her head away, peering out the porthole in the wall, "Words cannot express how happy I am to have been placed in charge of solitude."

Colin watched her distant face, rather ashamedly, as this was nearly a god, "You much prefer to interact with individuals instead, I gather."

Her eyes shot toward him alongside a smile, "And you're bright. Nothing less for Shadowmoon, I see."

"So you know Kyra?"

Ysera nodded, "Of course. Considering her beginnings, it's difficult to ignore how large her reputation has grown upon Teldrassil. Even the Cenarion Circle had plans of assuming her into their ranks."

Colin nodded, rather surprised at her renown, "Wow."

"Indeed," she replied, "But I noticed her due to something rather different."

Ysera's legs came untangled and carried themselves toward the edge of the bed, allowing herself to stand up, leaving the blanket behind. Colin was mesmerized by her appearance, rather shocked that, behind this body, lie a dragon. She was taller than he'd thought, and as her face stared at him so seriously, he became guarded once again.

"Come toward me," she whispered.

Without ordering his muscles, Colin brought his body around and began crawling toward her, stopping at her feet before hand rose up, bring his body up to his feet as well. He was shocked now, standing face to face to Ysera, of all beings, and his eyes revealed it rather easily. Her hands rose up and gently held his neck, though her thumbs reached up to hold his jaw.

She slowly turned his head to her left, her eyes beginning to shimmer with rainbows as the came to see his cheek; the same one where Elune's handprint has resided. Quickly enough, Colin made the connection, though it didn't unfaze him any faster.

She whispered in a language Colin hadn't heard before, though he caught some ancient Darnassian in passing. While concentrating, he didn't notice her face closing in on him until he felt a smooth strand of warm air hitting his face from her nose, causing him to jump.

"My apologies," she assured, without letting go, "This is certainly…mother…"

Her eyes began to return to normal as she let go of Colin's face, allowing him to take a step back, rather uncomfortable with the proximity. Ysera eyed him carefully, deep in thought.

"Human," she began, quietly, "No. Colin Dumerval. I have believed since that mark has been left upon your cheek that my mother has meant to assure me of your assistance. The fact that you're here, with this druid, must guarantee it."

Now Colin stared up at her, "Can you give immortality?"

"No, but my sister can."

Colin frowned, "Wait, the one who's trying to hunt us down and kill us?"

Ysera grinned once more, almost amusedly, "You love Shadowmoon don't you?"

He lowered his eyes, skeptically, "That's all this is about, isn't it?"

Ysera, rather ashamedly, turned away, holding her small hand up to examine her skin it seemed, "For many years…I've been unsatisfied with my existence. That's not to say that my existence, in itself, is unsatisfactory, however, I see the beings of Azeroth and I…"

She paused, but only slightly, "I envy them."

Colin watched her carefully as she continued, "I see my relatives fall into corruption. I see them doing things I would not wish on my enemies. Surely, mortals fall into the same things, yet with so little life they manage to do so much. Sometimes I feel as though I would appreciate my existence were I to know how much of it I had left."

After a darkly ominous tone, Ysera turned to look at Colin, "And I see you, and what things you will do for other beings, one in particular, that none of my relatives would ever do. We do things because we're bound to do so by the Titans, and yet, here you are… Stowing away, evading possible death by an Aspect, just to spend however much life with this other being."

She lowered her head, "I said we assume mortal forms to become less frightening. I often wonder if we do so only to feel more mortal than dragonkin. I see my children, my family, and feel nothing for them. Why should I? They'll be there any time they're called upon."

Colin spoke up quietly, "Ironically, most of us would easily trade places with you. I suppose the grass is always…"

He caught a glimpse of her being, which was encased upon many layers of emeralds and greens, so he only finished with, "Well, you know."

Ysera smiled, "Yes, I do. Ascal here has been incredibly kind to allow me to view life through his eyes. It's been…unique to spend time alongside a being who…"

She seemed to have trouble finding the words that eluded her, so Colin cleared his throat, "Uh, is infatuated with you?"

Her eyes squinted slightly in thought, "…yes, I suppose that is what it is. It's very new; even Eranikas, my consort, he and I spoke so few times, I nary remember his voice. It's rather odd hearing Ascal's so often."

Colin remained silent as she shrugged to herself, stepping back toward the bed, "It seems my sister has sent Nozdormu to check up on me this time. I apologize that our time together couldn't have been longer."

He shook his head, but before he could talk, Ysera finished, "You're much more interesting in person."

Colin's mouth was left open, his words quickly unable to find themselves. Suddenly, his legs fell out from under him and he landed backwards, his hand just gently tapping against the ground, waking him up in a split second.

He looked around to see the cabin around him. Even Ascal was there, still sleeping with the blanket around him as Ysera had worn. He hurriedly stood and rushed over, shaking Ascal awake, which was a split second process as well, the night elf immediately staring up at Colin, terrified.

"Don't worry, we weren't spotted," Colin sighed, falling onto the cot beside him, rubbing the sleep from his own face, "She said as much."

Ascal stared at him, confused, "She?"

Colin looked up at him, grinning as he nodded, "Yes."

Suddenly looking around the room, almost in a daze, Ascal held his face, quickly jumping to his feet, "I'm gonna be sick…"

He rushed through the cabin door and hurried to the side of the side, throwing up into the ocean, exhaustedly. Colin came from behind him and patted his back. It took awhile for Ascal to recover, but soon enough, he lifted his head.

"I can assume bats, falcons, and bears. Aspects are a bit harder," he concluded, his face a true shade of green.

Colin grinned, "Well, I mean, it was only like a few minutes or so."

Ascal shook his head, "No. The time in the Dream last but a-"

"Land ho!" shouted the sailor atop the sails, looking off into the horizon.

Colin, shocked, looked up to, indeed, notice shoreline. Ascal did the same, but immediately returned to hanging off the side of the vessel, holding his head which ached mightily. Colin then realized that he felt amazingly rested; the trip was to take three days. Had he been asleep for two days?

He pondered that fact as the ship moved closer to the unmistakable outline of Mighty Theramore, as it was called by the locals. It certainly looked it, even from this distance. Despite its imposing appearance, Colin was quickly assaulted with the same sort of internal dealings that Ascal had been dealing with, and he inevitably pulled his own body over the railing, joining Ascal.

The night elf turned his head laboriously, the two's eyes meeting alongside the ship, leading to a light laugh between the two.

"I'm assuming it's not related to assuming the form of another," Ascal muttered as he lifted himself back up.

Colin shook his head, "Not quite. Though, given the arms and other limbs I've seen cut off here, I suppose one could very well assume the form of another."

Ascal stared at him unamused, though Colin smirked, "It was only a joke."

The elf nodded slowly as he turned toward the city, with Colin joining him, though with a less enthused tone than before, "Hey, uh, there may be somebody here to take us into custody. Just saying."

Ascal slowly lowered his head, as though already resigned to the distasteful fact that this human had his life in his hands, "To be honest, as soon as I saw you, I knew you could very well be my demise."

With a nervousness reserved for generals, Colin laughed lightly as he stared toward the harbor, "Don't worry; I'm sure she'd allow us to go-"

Ascal's eyes shut upon his words being cut off. He slowly lifted himself up and rubbed his eyes before carefully smoothing out his robes as though to present himself, his face emotionless the entire time.

"I mean, maybe it's… No, it's her," Colin sighed, noticing Kyra standing there, alone, on the docks, "Honestly, I didn't expect this."

He turned silently toward Ascal, "Sorry."

The druid shook his head rather solemnly, "My Lady entrusted my fate to you. Regardless of how little I trust you, I trust her with my life, and I do mean that literally."

Colin couldn't help but smile at the man's devotion, albeit grimly, and he pulled his backpack up over his shoulder, "Well, normally I'd advocate a daring escape, but I promised her that we'd turn ourselves in."

Ascal stared at him, drolly, "You really are terrible at this…"

Colin lowered his head with a glib smirk as the two began their way down off the ship. As soon as they turned toward the ramp that would lead them down, Kyra's face was there, a seriousness that Colin hadn't seen before. He only looked for a moment, and like a child haven been caught stealing, he felt a sense of childlike shame. Ascal seemed as emotionless as usual, though Colin had watched him walk long enough to notice an unsure gait to his step.

They walked the ramp and stopped in front of the amethyst-haired soldier, her eyes staring more past the two of them than at them. Colin dropped his knapsack to the ground, staring down, though Ascal stared, rather proudly, up toward the towered buildings of Theramore.

"Well, I wish I could say you were an easy man to find," Kyra spoke blankly to Ascal.

He stared back at her, unamused, "I had more baggage than a bag, it seems."

Kyra looked at Colin, who was visibly downtrodden by the comment, and she slowly grinned, her hand reaching up to take his shoulder. Ascal watched her, surprised, but Colin hadn't seen her face and simply thought she was apprehending him. Slowly, her hand ran down toward his chest, stopping at the bump in his robes that belonged to his wooden figure.

Thinking, he began to look up, seeing Kyra's smiling face, though tears had now accompanied her dark face. Colin quickly reached out to take her balled-up hand, though could only take her wrist as her hand opened up, her own totem falling and dangling at her side.

"D'ana'no diel Ishura T'as'e," she spoke through a choked up voice as Colin pulled her in for a tight hug.

"Alor'el adore," Colin quickly replied, burying his face into her hair.

Ascal watched the two threw unimpressed eyes, nearly scoffing, "How old are you two?"

Colin chuckled at the thought, though didn't bother separating from his lover. They held each other until Ascal visibly became impatient, and even then, Kyra was sure to keep her hand wrapped around Colin's.

"If I'm going to do this, I need to know that you're by my side," Kyra confirmed, "No matter what may happen."

Colin answered her simply, with a smile, and the two began walking toward Theramore, where Ascal had already started.

"They've bought your Gadgetzan story," Kyra confirmed, "So if you two need rest, we can afford a night here. We're not up against a deadline, are we?"

Ascal shook his head, "Not that I'm aware of."

"Good," Kyra nodded, 'If I'm going to be abedding a fugitive, I'm going to find out more about him."

The druid's head fell backward in frustration, but Kyra was quick to retort, "It'll be over ale, of course."

To that, Ascal's ears perked.