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"It might help to talk about it," Her voice, low and strangely soothing, echoed through the shelter and he turned his head to look at her. For what seemed like an age, he gazed at her without speaking. As the tense silence lengthened, Leanadas swallowed convulsively, made uncomfortable by the intensity of his scrutiny.
"You want to help?" His voice, low and mocking drifted across the tent. "What on Azeroth for? What can it matter to you?" His voice did not rise above a whisper, yet she could almost feel the anger lying beneath the surface. "And why would you care?"
"I.." She stopped, unsure of her answers and her thoughts. Why did she care about a Night Elf and his history? He was looking at her, his eyes daring her to continue. "I just thought you might need to talk,"
"But that doesn't explain why you would care," He rolled over fully and stared at her, curiosity in his gaze.
"I don't care," She rolled away and stared at the ceiling. "There's no reason for me to care. Tell me; don't tell me. I just thought you might want to get it off your chest," Above her, the fabric ceiling billowed in the ever present wind. She felt him move and she risked a glance sidewards. He was propped up on one elbow and his hair tumbled in dark purple waves about his face. The blanket had slipped from his chin and now rested just above his waist, his pale skin glimmering in the firelight. His eyes were unreadable, their gaze blazing with some unnamed emotion. "After all, we'll never see each other again after tomorrow, so why not tell me?" He pondered her words, watching her face in the flickering light.
"Alright, why not." His lips twisted in a bitter smile as he spoke. "It's not that interesting but why not?" He reached for a piece of wood and threw at the fire, sending sparks flying into the night air. "My parents were both mighty warriors of the Alliance," His voice held such a bitter humour that Leanadas felt her heart go out to him. "Arilyn Starwhisper and Morayl Frostwing," Leanadas bit back her gasp of shock, even in the midst of the Horde, she had heard the names. He caught her reaction and smiled ruefully. "I see you've heard of them,"
"Only in passing," She said, recalling what she knew of the two Night Elves that he had mentioned. Starwhisper and Frostwing had reputations for almost insane acts of bravery. Even their enemies had spoken of them with grudging respect. "I had no idea that they had children or even that they were married,"
"It was kept quiet deliberately," He answered with a grimace. "It's never a good idea to telegraph your potential weaknesses, but yes they are my parents and they are as legendary as you have heard," He pulled the blanket up and looked thoughtful. "Perhaps they were too good," He stopped speaking and stared into the fire, his face stony with old hurts. The moments drifted by without words and Leanadas moved, placing her hand upon his.
"Kalvor?" She whispered, watching his attention return as he registered her fingers upon his skin. "You don't have to continue,"
"Well I've gotten this far," He muttered, "There's no need to back out now," He moved his hand and her fingers fell to the floor. "Yes my parents were both handpicked for many missions, the biggest being the assault on Northrend," Leanadas drew a long breath, almost dreading what he was about to say. Kalvor closed his eyes and she could see the pain etched into the lines on his face. "Arthas took them himself. He killed them both and then he brought them back as his puppets. He stole their souls and tore what they were to pieces before setting them on the world like starving wolves."
"What happened then?" She breathed, the raw emotion in his words touching her heart.
"When Arthas' hold on them was broken, they came back to us, but they were never the same." He moved onto his back and closed his eyes. "They're not there when we talk to them,"
"I'm sorry," She said, her voice suddenly husky with emotion as she rested her fingers against his shoulder.
"What do you have to be sorry for?" He muttered, turning back to face her with a raised eyebrow. "You didn't hurt them, I don't need sympathy."
"Least of all from a blood elf?" She asked, removing her fingers from his shoulder and lying back.
"Least of all from a blood elf," He confirmed as he settled against his pack. "Even one as delightful as you."
Leanadas rolled her eyes and pulled the blanket to her chin. "Will you go to see your sister?" She asked finally, pulling her emotions back under control.
"If I can, just so I know she's safe." His voice grew thick and heavy as sleep approached. "Now get some sleep, it's going to be a bitch of a day tomorrow."