Colin leaned against the side of the stable, hands in his pockets, staring out at the night elves in the pavilion, putting on a military demonstration before leaving. They were all lower-level Sentinels, and as such, Kyra wasn't among them. From what all he'd seen, Colin surmised that, surprisingly, Kyra was held in rather high regard, despite only serving upon the branches of Teldrassil.

Ovuun quickly rushed out from behind the stable, adjusting his clothing as he cleared his throat, "Thanks fer keepin' an eye out, lad."

Colin nodded, "No problem."

"You okay?" Ovuun asked plainly, "You've been actin' all strange all day. I'm beginnin' to think I need to be concerned; now that's a large order for a dwarf, ya know!"

Colin grinned as he stood up straight, shaking his head, "No, no; it's okay. I appreciate the, uh, though, though."

Ovuun loosened his shirt from where it was fucked in, carefully, "This wouldn't have anythin' to do with last night, eh?"

Shooting a stare that might have pinned him to the wall, Colin spoke out forcefully at Ovuun, "What did you see?!"

The dwarf burst out a quick laugh, "Didn't think yer buddy'd see, didja? I caught that smootch she laid on ya! She may not know how to treat a dwarf, but she certainly treats you humans well!"

Colin sighed heavily, rubbing his face, "It was nothing like that; just a platonic, friendly kiss. They don't feel, you know…"lust" like others do."

Ovuun began to chuckle again, so Colin prepared some verbal artillery, "You know; the larger you are, the slower you live is all. Not everyone can be as small as-"

With a quickness usually reserved for nightsabers, Ovuun ended his jovial laugh and cast an angry glance at Colin, who only began laughing himself, the topic having been successfully avoided.

"You can upset me all ya want, you're still helping me out today," the dwarf snorted as he picked up his backpack, "If you want me to help here, you're gonna help me help 'em."

Colin nodded, "Fair enough."

"Now, we need ta go out and find some silverbark. Not much, which is great, since Darkshore'll have very little, I'm sure; but enough to reinforce my anvil and hammer. I requested some help, but with this little thing they have goin' on, they couldn't spare no one, so we're on our own against any fauna."

Ovuun became visible pale as he finished, but remained resolute in any case. Colin nodded as he pulled up a rope that had been attached to various animal traps, throwing it around his shoulder as Ovuun began his way toward to entrance to Lor'danel.

"We'll be in 'n out in no time at all," Ovuun confirmed, "For my name ain't Anvilmar!"

Kyra walked rather quickly around the settlement, looking around every nook and cranny she could fine, making sure to not miss her companion. While her activity wasn't frantic, she still received some looks, especially when she went looking for Colin in a collection of barrels which housed nightsaber feed.

"Shadowmoon!" a highranking Sentinel shouted from behind her.

In a split second, Kyra spun around, "Yes, Sylvia!"

Sylviia stared at her a moment before speaking normally, "What on earth are you doing?"

Kyra lowered her head slightly, "My companion sees to have wandered off. I had hoped to have seen him before we went off."

The general nodded only slightly before continuing, "Ah, yes. The human. You two caused a lot of trouble across the strait."

Kyra cringed for a second as her superior went on, "Don't let it get to you. From what I've seen from you, I'd have been the first to request your transfer. Just keep a level head. We know the Twilight's Hammer are stationed there in few numbers, but we're not about to underestimate them. Your human will have to wait."

Kyra nodded, sighing to herself, as she followed Sylviia back outside Lor'danel, "My apologies."

"Nonsense," Sylviia chirped in a motherly tone, "Just keeping you in the moment. If you perform well, here, I may just have to have you stationed here. Rebuilding our home will need strong elves with even stronger resolution."

Kyra's ears pulled back as she heard her words, "Are you serious?"

For the first time, Sylviia smirked, "I'm always serious."

Kyra stared ahead in shock as the two approached the barracks. In front of her was her chance to finally claim a place in the world of her home.

Ovuun lightly tapped the tree that he'd chosen to be surveyed, silently listening with his ear against the back as he knocked below it with his knuckles. Colin stared at him, unimpressed, and even more so once the dwarf pulled away.

"Nope," he spoke, unenthused, "Onto the next one."

This went on for a good hour, with the two of them becoming more and more annoyed. Ovuun's taps were becoming more sudden and hard, which caused him to have to take more time for accurate "readings" while finding silverbark.

"Could you at least tell me what you're doing so that I can help?" Colin asked, desperately, at this point.

Ovuun growled, "It's an old family secret. So no. Besides, it takes the highly discerning senses of a dwarf to detect the tell-tale pang of silverbark. The tree must feel dwarven hands, fall in love, and then sing to us!"

This action becoming more odd to him now, Colin looked away to examine his surroundings, noticing an abandoned moonkin nest in the distance.

"Hey, moonkin love shiny objects, right? Wouldn't they have pried out any silverbark?"

Ovuun shrugged as he rubbed his massive hand up and down the next tree, "Aye, I suppose."

Colin carefully advanced toward the nest, carefully making sure that he wouldn't be spotted by any rogue moonkin. He arrived on a small hill that rest above the next, checking for anything shiny before dropping down. Sure enough, he saw a glint from within the nest itself, and made his way over to investigate.

He crouched under a fallen tree that had been adorned with old underbrush, coming to a halt beside the nest. Surely enough, it appeared to have been vacant for a long while. Colin carefully rummaged through the feathers, twigs, and fur until he came across the shiny sliver of wood, quickly grasping it and backing away, heaving a sigh of relief.

He approached Ovuun, who was still massaging the trees, and waved what bit of silverbark he'd found in the air, "Got 'em!"

Then, everything went dark. In an instant.

Colin came to in a fuzzy haze, a sharp pain in his head radiating all over. He clutched at his scalp but quickly noticed that he couldn't move his legs. Not only that, he was being dragged. Gradually grasping the situation, he finally realized he'd been taken captive, most likely by the gigantic mass of feathers that was dragging him.

The moonkin somberly walked along the forest, toward a collection of caves that Colin could see off in the distance. Tugging with his legs, Colin tried to break free in the only way he could, but the moonkin only tightened its grasp, causing a pain now from his ankles, forcing him to stop resisting.

"Hey!" Colin shouted, as though the creature could speak, much less speak human.

The beast didn't reply, nor did it make much of any movement. Colin sighed, realizing he'd lost his knapsack at some point, though he looked around and realized that he had lost Ovuun as well. He must have gotten away…or given the disorganized behavior of these creatures, he could easily have been taken elsewhere. Wiping that thought away, Colin resigned himself to his fate, unable to do much of anything.

After about ten minutes of being dragged, complete with running along rocks and other back-breaking objects, Colin finally noticed the top of a cave enter his vision. He quickly pulled his head up, examining the cave and making sure to remember its details. It seemed so similar to the Ban'ethil Hallow, although not nearly as spacious, though the stench was just as horrendous.

After navigating a winding series of tunnels, the moonkin came to a stop at a series of bars set up within the rock face of the cave, creating something of a prison cell. It opened the tiny gate and stuffed Colin inside, causing a great deal of harm to him in the process as it tried shoving his limbs in after him. Closing the gate, it trudged off, leaving Colin stuck in there, massaging his leg, which appeared to have been severely injured.

Not taking much time, he quickly gathered a few twigs that were laying inside the bars and broke them apart, creating a map on the ground of all the turns that had been made, making sure it was accurate. That finished, he sighed heavily, leaning back against the rock, holding his wrist in his other hand.

He looked around, seeing a few moonkin roaming about. Peering up to the ceiling, he noticed a hole that had been carved out to allow for sunlight, or probably more likely, moonlight. The light coming through had turned a light shade of orange, reminding him of the time of day.

Without his backpack, he had little to entertain himself, so he simply laid there, staring out from his prison. He remembered something about full moon making these things rather cranky, though he wasn't sure if that meant saving things for being eaten later. By now, that thought hardly fazed him; not since he encountered a feral pack of worgen down in Duskwood. He could only hope that Ovuun had gotten out alive and gone out for help.

Surely he wouldn't have been too proud to rescue him by himself…

Kyra stared off into the woods as she held her bowl of porridge in her hands, the contents having gone cold by now. With only one night of a full moon under her belt, she wasn't sure if that was the reason for her apprehension; Colin was an incredible traveler and survivalist, of course he's be okay. That is, unless…

She had clutched the totem necklace around her neck periodically throughout the day, and the more apprehensive she became, the more regret filled her. Perhaps he needed it more than she did. She sighed as she finally took a spoonful of the soupy food, unable to enjoy the taste that was unmistakably Kalimdorian.

A lieutenant, Lyreas Autumnlight, stride over to check on Kyra after a good hour or so of watching her fidget, "Shadowmoon. Are you not well?"

Kyra sighed, shaking her head, "I'm fine. Just, I'm worried about a friend of mine back in Lor'danel. I cant shake the feeling of…"

She paused, partially because she could sense just how uninterested Lyreas appeared, "I'm from Teldrassil; I've never left before. Would the full moon have anything to do with me feeling so shaky?"

Lyreas peered off in thought, "No. Most Sentinels relish in the idea of fighting within the presence of our mother. Elune gives us strength, not only in body, but in mind."

She looked down toward Lyra, concerned, "If there is something going on with it, I'm sure it'll pass after your first experience with it. It's a new place for you, new everything, and a full moon; it may just be a culmination of all that."

"Elune watches over you, though," Lyreas finished, "If you're feeling this way, surely it's for a reason."

She bowed to Kyra and walked off, leaving her to her own devices, and porridge. Though the lieutenant's words were somewhat comforting, the final part concerned her far more. Colin did not believe in Elune, or at least in her works; why on earth would she bother helping if, indeed, he were in trouble?

Kyra groaned as she stood up, offering her bowl to another Sentinel to finish as she started off toward Sylviia's tent, but only got so far before hearing rabid shouts from behind her; an unmistakably dwarven voice, at that.

"'Oi! Hold up!" Ovuun shouted loudly, nearly falling onto his face as he vaulted over the various rocks and logs that were in his way.

Kyra abruptly stopped and turned back, rushing over toward the stalky man who may have passed out at any moment. As she got close, he started slowing up, and he finally fell to his knees as he came up to Kyra, who knelt down herself to hold his shoulder.

"Lass," Ovuun forced out between heaves, "Colin… Moonkin… took 'im…"

Without much more, Kyra stood back up and stomped toward the weapon rack at the entrance to camp. She popped a glaive from its holster and turned away to come face to face with Sylviia, who looked both concerned and perturbed at this development.

"Sister," Kyra spoke respectfully, yet quietly.

Sylviia peered down toward the glaive in Kyra's hand, then back up to her face, staring for a moment.

When living upon the mighty boughs of Teldrassil, subservient to Elune and observant not to time, you become very neutral. Such is the life of a being so near immortality. Kyra still had the face of a Teldrassillian, and Sylviia had been able to tell immediately upon her arrival. She showed flashes of emotion, but for the most part, Kyra remained as emotionless as her immortality had crafted her.

Now, however, Sylviia was staring into the face of a woman bound and determined. Kyra's face curved in a mass of worry, anger, and fear.

Sylviia turned back toward her Sentinels, then back to Kyra, who was now visibly shaking. Ovuun had recovered by now and he sat on the ground, watching the scene play out, frightened himself.

"Milady, if I may," he spoke up, though he was silemced by Sylviia's hand being held in his direction.

"Go," Sylviia spoke, "Do what you must. I know, already, there's no stopping you."

While she spoke rather bitterly, Kyra didn't care much at this point, and she spun around in a flash, however, Sylviia held her by the arm, forcing Kyra to turn back just as sharply.

"In the limited time I've known you, I've come to see that Tyrande is right," Sylviia spoke up with a grin, "You are too good for these miniscule squabbles. Don't be surprised if you always manage to find yourself chasing higher and higher goals, my child."

Kyra heard her, but wasn't listening as soundly as she might have otherwise. As soon as Sylviia let her go, Kyra turned and walked over toward Ovuun, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him up and along with her.

"Hey!" Sylviia shouted, "Don't think I'm letting you go alone! Not on a night of the full moon!"

She pointed to a few Sentinels, including Lyreas, and then pointed toward Kyra, who hadn't stopped. The four of them took off to catch up, and the small band quickly made it out of Sylviia's view. She gazed off into the distance one last time, perhaps reminiscing on days past where she'd made off in a similar fashion.

Slowly, she turned around, the moon now peeking through some clouds that had come about later in the day. The moonlight gleamed off of the sea of armor, glittering like starlight in the forest.

"Let's take our home," she spoke, confidently, "Just as Shadowmoom is taking her destiny."