Ok, that "Ropes" thing was crazy...so don't kill me ok? PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!
Ribbons, strings, threads...of life...wow, ranting CAN get me somewhere...Except
that idea barely has any relation to the story. Anyways, now that you have
read the last chapter (you DID didn't you?), Illidan gets reunited with his
daughter and so it's kinda like tying a rope or a string or something.
Yeah, so I was thinking of a title basically like rejoining something.
"Hero" works even though it's off-topic, doesn't it? *gasp* Thanks,
Eladamri Dael'Oyos for the review (and this actually takes place after the
Frozen Throne)! Anyways, Blizzard owns Warcraft and R&R!
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Sylvos turned his head towards the sound of soft pattering of feet against the grass. He already knew it was Firebrand, but he wanted to check, just to be sure. He felt like being alone from everybody, especially Kytalia. Just the thought of being turned into a ram was silencing. Firebrand was the only person that he would talk to when he was seeking for assurance.
"Sylvos, what troubles you now?" she asked gently as she stood beside him. She touched one of the translucent green spheres that hovered over his head and it rolled down her arm.
He let out a deep sigh and looked towards the sky which glowed a soft shade of lavender. "It's about Kytalia...I think...I think that she-- Do you really want to know?" he replied unsurely.
She face him with a raised eyebrow as she played around with the sphere, "Am I your friend? You think that she may want to be much more closer to you, am I wrong?"
~~~
He nodded his head. He then turned and stood across from the demon hunter. He lifted up her blindfold revealing her eyes, which gave off a red light which flickered like fire.
"Sylvos! You know that you're not allowed to do that to a de--" Her eyes widened as the blood mage pulled her into his arms and planted a kiss on her lips.
"You are my friend, but I want you to realize that to me, you mean much more than just that." he answered as he stared into her meaningless gaze.
Firebrand stood shocked, her heart pumping quickly as adrenaline flowed through her veins. She finished her sentence, "...mon...hunter..." She readjusted her blindfold to cover up her eyes once more.
~~~
"Sylvos?" Firebrand asked as she waved her hand in front of his face. "Are you going to answer me? You were silent for a little while..."
He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts and and quickly replied, "I-uh...I suppose that you're correct."
She looked at him with her arms crossed and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? It seems like something else is really on your mind. Would it be helpful if you talked about it with me?"
"No thank-I mean, there is some-no, no, there's nothing. Really...nothing!" he exclaimed.
"Well...suit yourself, Sylvos. I'll find out eventually..." she told him with a slight smile on her lips. She turned around and walked out of the forest.
Sylvos clenched his fist tightly and shook his head. "Damn!" he muttered. "That's another chance missed...Why don't I just tell her?"
***
"Ale for all of us, Masha!" requested Illidan as he stepped into the tavern with a large group of orcs, humans, dwarves, and elves.
The Pandaren at the counter chuckled and began to fill up the mugs. He slid the cups that were filled across the counter. When he was done, he stepped out and swung his arms around Illidan.
"Illidan, my friend! It is good to see you back!" Masha exclaimed happily.
Sylvos stood surprised, for so far, nobody had been able to withstand a bear hug from a brewmaster. Illidan did not seem to be gasping for air or struggling for the blood in his arms to circulate again.
***
Firebrand hiccuped as she set her sixteenth mug of ale down on the table. Sitting opposite to her was a dwarf who was not affected after his last cup. They sat still for a few seconds, but it seemed to be obvious who the winner was. The young night elf fell backwards off the stool and hiccuped once more. The dwarf just chuckled and stroked his beard, listening to the cheers of the others around him.
Sylvos took a look at her and laughed as well. He waved his hand in front of her face. "How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked.
"I won!" she replied with slurred words as she raised her arms in triumph.
"Um...Firebrand, if the rules were 'whomever was the first to become drunk', then you would definitely be the winner. Unfortunately, the rules are 'to not be the first to become drunk'." he said to her as he helped her up from the floor.
"I can't seem to tell the difference..." she answered.
"Illidan, I'm going to take her back. I have a feeling that she'll need to be going..." he called to the demon hunter who sat at the back and chuckled. Sylvos put one of Firebrand's arms around his shoulders and wrapped his arm around her waist to support her. He managed to get her out of the door by carrying her out with her feet dangling against the ground. He sighed and shook his head. "Firebrand, you're capable of walking...perhaps not perfectly, but you can still walk. Do me a little favour of getting us back faster by using your feet to walk."
"Motivation..." she mumbled.
"Alright, motivation..." he thought to himself. He used the first thought that came to his head. "Imagine a little bunny that is in front of y--"
"Can it be any colour I want?!" she interuppted ecstatically. At least it was a sign that his idea had gotten her attention.
"Sure it can..." he replied. "You want to follow the bunny but you don't want to frighten the small creature. Oh look! There it goes now, it's heading forward!"
The drunk demon hunter staggered forward as a smile came on Sylvos' face. His idea worked perfectly. Of course, it would have been much more difficult if she could still stand and talk normally. A few redirections of the path of the "bunny" was all that was needed to get them both back to the base.
Furion was worried and ran up to them as soon as he caught sight of Firebrand's uneasy footing. "Sylvos, what happened to her? I'll get someone else to replace her night shift immediately." he asked as he glanced over at her.
She greeted him in a rather insane manner. "Why hello, Fyoo--"
Sylvos cupped his hand over her mouth. "Don't worry, Shan'do. I'm already trying to take care of this. " he replied as he led her away.
Furion smiled and laughed. "Illidan," he thought. "always so irresponsible...now to his own daughter. The poor girl...she won't be feeling very good when she wakes up."
Sylvos opened the door to his own shack and helped Firebrand inside. He gently set her on his matress stuffed with soft plants and pulled the covers over her. He skimmed his finger along the spines of many books which ran along the shelf above his desk. He picked a dark blue book and set it on the desk. He was just about to sit down and open his book, when Firebrand spoke up.
"Sylvos..." she grumbled.
"Yes?"
"Where's the bunny?"
"The bunny went back into its hole to go to sleep. You should too, you know." he answered as he sat by her bed. "Sleep, angel," he whispered. "you are going to feel rather sick once you wake up." Sylvos untied the string that fastened her hair and ran his fingers through her hair. He bent down as his lips almost touched hers, but he drew away and kissed her on the forehead. He just sighed, with his fist clenched again. He opened up his book and picked up a quill. He dipped it in ink and began to scribble down his description of his day.
He had already written down four pages in his journal and was writing his next when he was startled by Kytalia who entered his hut. She did not understand why Sylvos wanted a night elven hut instead of something more normal like a cabin. He claimed that it felt more comfortable in one.
Kytalia greeted him happily. "Sylvos!"
The blood mage quickly close his book and glanced up at her. "Tyrande told me to check on you since you weren't on your nightshift. Thrall was nice enough to replace you. What I don't know, is why Jaina is on patrol tonight."
He put his finger to his lips. "Shhh." He directed his gaze at the sleeping demon hunter that lay in his bed. "She's had a hard night." he replied. "Please...leave us alone."
She set her leering eyes upon Firebrand. Anger rushed through her and she clenched her fists tightly. "'Us'?! Are you two spending the night together?!" she demanded.
He replied angrily, "Don't even have such thoughts like that! Why do you object to me taking care of her?!"
That only made her madder. "She's not even a blood elf, it's just not right! Your sister would be shocked if she knew about this!"
"You do not know my sister!" he roared back. "I thought that I saw you and I as friends. But friends understand each other don't they? Well you don't, not anymore! You assume behaviour from my sister, you consider a good act something just to get jealous about and that this...this..."
"That this is outrageous!" snapped Jaina as she stuck her staff in between Sylvos and Kytalia. "Let the poor child sleep you two. Let the others sleep as well! Besides, Sylvos is quite right, he is only caring for the well- being of another. Kytalia, hurry up and get back on patrol. Sylvos, be sure to thank Thrall in the morning for doing your shift since you seem to be alright. It's Firebrand whom I wish to check on."
Sylvos let out a sigh of relief for Jaina had driven Kytalia out, as well as using the word "another". If Jaina had used the word "friend" instead, Sylvos was positive that Kytalia would go into a rabid fit, which was not enjoyable at all.
"What happened to her?" Jaina asked quietly.
"She had a drinking contest with a dwarf...who knows how much they can put up with. I've heard that the ale at Ironforge is more than twice as strong as the pandarian brew here." Sylvos replied in a whisper as well.
"Ah...I see. She won't be feeling very good in the morning..." she noted.
He only nodded in agreement.
She let out a light chuckle. "I remember when Arthas and I went to a tavern. We went with Uther and a few others to welcome the prince into the Silver Hand. I got drunk and Arthas took me home as soon as he realized that I was about to set fire to a table. He was so sweet..." Her voice trailed off, but she then became serious again. "I'll be going to finish up my nightshift now. If you need any of us, just ask around and tell them that it is urgent."
***
"Firebrand..." whispered a very familiar voice in her ear. "A satha bal anah..."
Her eyes shot open and she jumped out of the bed. "Danger, where?!" she asked quickly.
Sylvos stood beside her, chuckling, as his blonde hair got tossed around in the breeze coming through the door which he had recently opened. His hair had developed a deep bronze tone at the ends of his hair. Before the fall of Silvermoon, that was how his hair normally was. The brown ends of his hair had slowly faded away until Firebrand had come.
"Sylvos! Don't do that!" she said angrily. Suddenly, something shot into her mind. "Wait a minute...the sun never shines through my door at this time! This is your shack isn't it, Sylvos?" she demanded.
"So you have finally found out..." he replied.
Something else shot into the demon hunter. She bolted out of the door towards some nearby bushes. Sylvos quickly followed behind her.
Sylvos turned his head towards the sound of soft pattering of feet against the grass. He already knew it was Firebrand, but he wanted to check, just to be sure. He felt like being alone from everybody, especially Kytalia. Just the thought of being turned into a ram was silencing. Firebrand was the only person that he would talk to when he was seeking for assurance.
"Sylvos, what troubles you now?" she asked gently as she stood beside him. She touched one of the translucent green spheres that hovered over his head and it rolled down her arm.
He let out a deep sigh and looked towards the sky which glowed a soft shade of lavender. "It's about Kytalia...I think...I think that she-- Do you really want to know?" he replied unsurely.
She face him with a raised eyebrow as she played around with the sphere, "Am I your friend? You think that she may want to be much more closer to you, am I wrong?"
~~~
He nodded his head. He then turned and stood across from the demon hunter. He lifted up her blindfold revealing her eyes, which gave off a red light which flickered like fire.
"Sylvos! You know that you're not allowed to do that to a de--" Her eyes widened as the blood mage pulled her into his arms and planted a kiss on her lips.
"You are my friend, but I want you to realize that to me, you mean much more than just that." he answered as he stared into her meaningless gaze.
Firebrand stood shocked, her heart pumping quickly as adrenaline flowed through her veins. She finished her sentence, "...mon...hunter..." She readjusted her blindfold to cover up her eyes once more.
~~~
"Sylvos?" Firebrand asked as she waved her hand in front of his face. "Are you going to answer me? You were silent for a little while..."
He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts and and quickly replied, "I-uh...I suppose that you're correct."
She looked at him with her arms crossed and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? It seems like something else is really on your mind. Would it be helpful if you talked about it with me?"
"No thank-I mean, there is some-no, no, there's nothing. Really...nothing!" he exclaimed.
"Well...suit yourself, Sylvos. I'll find out eventually..." she told him with a slight smile on her lips. She turned around and walked out of the forest.
Sylvos clenched his fist tightly and shook his head. "Damn!" he muttered. "That's another chance missed...Why don't I just tell her?"
***
"Ale for all of us, Masha!" requested Illidan as he stepped into the tavern with a large group of orcs, humans, dwarves, and elves.
The Pandaren at the counter chuckled and began to fill up the mugs. He slid the cups that were filled across the counter. When he was done, he stepped out and swung his arms around Illidan.
"Illidan, my friend! It is good to see you back!" Masha exclaimed happily.
Sylvos stood surprised, for so far, nobody had been able to withstand a bear hug from a brewmaster. Illidan did not seem to be gasping for air or struggling for the blood in his arms to circulate again.
***
Firebrand hiccuped as she set her sixteenth mug of ale down on the table. Sitting opposite to her was a dwarf who was not affected after his last cup. They sat still for a few seconds, but it seemed to be obvious who the winner was. The young night elf fell backwards off the stool and hiccuped once more. The dwarf just chuckled and stroked his beard, listening to the cheers of the others around him.
Sylvos took a look at her and laughed as well. He waved his hand in front of her face. "How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked.
"I won!" she replied with slurred words as she raised her arms in triumph.
"Um...Firebrand, if the rules were 'whomever was the first to become drunk', then you would definitely be the winner. Unfortunately, the rules are 'to not be the first to become drunk'." he said to her as he helped her up from the floor.
"I can't seem to tell the difference..." she answered.
"Illidan, I'm going to take her back. I have a feeling that she'll need to be going..." he called to the demon hunter who sat at the back and chuckled. Sylvos put one of Firebrand's arms around his shoulders and wrapped his arm around her waist to support her. He managed to get her out of the door by carrying her out with her feet dangling against the ground. He sighed and shook his head. "Firebrand, you're capable of walking...perhaps not perfectly, but you can still walk. Do me a little favour of getting us back faster by using your feet to walk."
"Motivation..." she mumbled.
"Alright, motivation..." he thought to himself. He used the first thought that came to his head. "Imagine a little bunny that is in front of y--"
"Can it be any colour I want?!" she interuppted ecstatically. At least it was a sign that his idea had gotten her attention.
"Sure it can..." he replied. "You want to follow the bunny but you don't want to frighten the small creature. Oh look! There it goes now, it's heading forward!"
The drunk demon hunter staggered forward as a smile came on Sylvos' face. His idea worked perfectly. Of course, it would have been much more difficult if she could still stand and talk normally. A few redirections of the path of the "bunny" was all that was needed to get them both back to the base.
Furion was worried and ran up to them as soon as he caught sight of Firebrand's uneasy footing. "Sylvos, what happened to her? I'll get someone else to replace her night shift immediately." he asked as he glanced over at her.
She greeted him in a rather insane manner. "Why hello, Fyoo--"
Sylvos cupped his hand over her mouth. "Don't worry, Shan'do. I'm already trying to take care of this. " he replied as he led her away.
Furion smiled and laughed. "Illidan," he thought. "always so irresponsible...now to his own daughter. The poor girl...she won't be feeling very good when she wakes up."
Sylvos opened the door to his own shack and helped Firebrand inside. He gently set her on his matress stuffed with soft plants and pulled the covers over her. He skimmed his finger along the spines of many books which ran along the shelf above his desk. He picked a dark blue book and set it on the desk. He was just about to sit down and open his book, when Firebrand spoke up.
"Sylvos..." she grumbled.
"Yes?"
"Where's the bunny?"
"The bunny went back into its hole to go to sleep. You should too, you know." he answered as he sat by her bed. "Sleep, angel," he whispered. "you are going to feel rather sick once you wake up." Sylvos untied the string that fastened her hair and ran his fingers through her hair. He bent down as his lips almost touched hers, but he drew away and kissed her on the forehead. He just sighed, with his fist clenched again. He opened up his book and picked up a quill. He dipped it in ink and began to scribble down his description of his day.
He had already written down four pages in his journal and was writing his next when he was startled by Kytalia who entered his hut. She did not understand why Sylvos wanted a night elven hut instead of something more normal like a cabin. He claimed that it felt more comfortable in one.
Kytalia greeted him happily. "Sylvos!"
The blood mage quickly close his book and glanced up at her. "Tyrande told me to check on you since you weren't on your nightshift. Thrall was nice enough to replace you. What I don't know, is why Jaina is on patrol tonight."
He put his finger to his lips. "Shhh." He directed his gaze at the sleeping demon hunter that lay in his bed. "She's had a hard night." he replied. "Please...leave us alone."
She set her leering eyes upon Firebrand. Anger rushed through her and she clenched her fists tightly. "'Us'?! Are you two spending the night together?!" she demanded.
He replied angrily, "Don't even have such thoughts like that! Why do you object to me taking care of her?!"
That only made her madder. "She's not even a blood elf, it's just not right! Your sister would be shocked if she knew about this!"
"You do not know my sister!" he roared back. "I thought that I saw you and I as friends. But friends understand each other don't they? Well you don't, not anymore! You assume behaviour from my sister, you consider a good act something just to get jealous about and that this...this..."
"That this is outrageous!" snapped Jaina as she stuck her staff in between Sylvos and Kytalia. "Let the poor child sleep you two. Let the others sleep as well! Besides, Sylvos is quite right, he is only caring for the well- being of another. Kytalia, hurry up and get back on patrol. Sylvos, be sure to thank Thrall in the morning for doing your shift since you seem to be alright. It's Firebrand whom I wish to check on."
Sylvos let out a sigh of relief for Jaina had driven Kytalia out, as well as using the word "another". If Jaina had used the word "friend" instead, Sylvos was positive that Kytalia would go into a rabid fit, which was not enjoyable at all.
"What happened to her?" Jaina asked quietly.
"She had a drinking contest with a dwarf...who knows how much they can put up with. I've heard that the ale at Ironforge is more than twice as strong as the pandarian brew here." Sylvos replied in a whisper as well.
"Ah...I see. She won't be feeling very good in the morning..." she noted.
He only nodded in agreement.
She let out a light chuckle. "I remember when Arthas and I went to a tavern. We went with Uther and a few others to welcome the prince into the Silver Hand. I got drunk and Arthas took me home as soon as he realized that I was about to set fire to a table. He was so sweet..." Her voice trailed off, but she then became serious again. "I'll be going to finish up my nightshift now. If you need any of us, just ask around and tell them that it is urgent."
***
"Firebrand..." whispered a very familiar voice in her ear. "A satha bal anah..."
Her eyes shot open and she jumped out of the bed. "Danger, where?!" she asked quickly.
Sylvos stood beside her, chuckling, as his blonde hair got tossed around in the breeze coming through the door which he had recently opened. His hair had developed a deep bronze tone at the ends of his hair. Before the fall of Silvermoon, that was how his hair normally was. The brown ends of his hair had slowly faded away until Firebrand had come.
"Sylvos! Don't do that!" she said angrily. Suddenly, something shot into her mind. "Wait a minute...the sun never shines through my door at this time! This is your shack isn't it, Sylvos?" she demanded.
"So you have finally found out..." he replied.
Something else shot into the demon hunter. She bolted out of the door towards some nearby bushes. Sylvos quickly followed behind her.