Author's note: I don't own the content before you – this is an exercise in creativity. Please mind the rating, there are scenes of death, sex and swearing.
Summary: so a rogue walks into a bar…/snippets of a young woman's life
She is challenged to a race not soon after they leave Stormwind. The other rogue is quick on her feet, her companions wear toothy smiles. It is a beautiful day, clear and sunny, so Ellen agrees.
It's a grueling run, as it was going to be, and even with her moderate pace as she makes the laps around the airship the Gilnean woman outpaces her. Ellen's never liked running, always hated it – running was something her sister did, with her fair baby hair trailing like stardust through the wheat fields and the orchards. Running reminds her of home and the fire and the smell of rotting flesh. As a survivor of the purges, of the plague, Whispers does feel the burn in her throat and her spine when she sees the Gilnean tabard, a fury that sharpens her teeth and howls : it is not fair, where were they when we were burning, when our families were rotting at the dinner table, when towns closed their doors to us out of fear?
It is something that causes her to swear curses at them in the old tongue at dinner, quickly ending the joke about the Lich King and Lady Proudmoore and Thrall.
They got to hide.
She will never forgive them for that.