The sun shining through a cloudless blue sky overhead, Caelwen looked out into the open ocean as a thick breeze passed through both her hair and the slightly torn and hole-riddled sails of the small sloop she stood in. One of her hands rested by her side while the other held onto the ship's wheel, occasionally turning it slightly to keep it steady. The waves of the water pushed the large boat around easily, but it stayed on course.
She had been given the ship by the naga. She learned from them that it was an older relic that had been captured from an Alliance explorer that happened to have the unfortunate luck to pass by the small archipelago several years before, hence the aged and partially-rotted, but still buoyant and stable wood it was composed of. As midday approached of this same day, Caelwen was given some supplies and she set off in it, in the direction of Kalimdor. The islands were too far behind her now to be seen, and being in the middle of the vast and barren ocean already began to make the elf feel a twinge of loneliness.
She was headed home, and it was all because she had won her freedom, as Se'jash had promised her.
With nothing else to pique her interest or care, Caelwen's thoughts went to him and quickly became consumed with his image. She had never seen him since she helped him out of the arena three days before, but she was informed that due to the machinations of the maidens and other magic users in his tribe, his injuries were all but fully healed. She suspected he never came to visit or bid her farewell due to the pain of it, but that was more than understandable, for she herself didn't think that she could say such a thing and keep a refined and straight face either.
Se'jash had shown her kindness for reasons that seemed almost trivial, especially considering one in his position had no need to do so in the first place. He had comforted her, healed her, fed her to the best of his abilities, and made her feel, for the first time in the longest of whiles... cheerful. He was someone who she would never forget in her mind. He was someone who she would always keep close to her heart. He was someone who... she never really wanted to leave.
And dwelling upon that like a dwarf with a grudge, it was then when the elf realized what had to be done next.
Quickly spinning the wheel as fast as she could turn it, Caelwen turned the ship right around over the briny surf it drifted on like a leaf, and with strong winds at her backing, she headed back in the direction of the islands with a sure expression on her face.
Se'jash did not know why he decided to return to the orchard in the center of the main island, but he did so anyway. It was the only place he could go to after hearing of Caelwen's departure earlier in the day. Her scent and memory still hung fresh over the area, and he wanted to savor as much of it as he could. As night had long set over the island, currently he was sitting in front of the old statue of Azshara with his head bowed, eyes closed and hands clasped together in deep prayer.
He never prayed much in his lengthy life, and most of the times he had done so in the past were for comparably minor reasons, but now he had a single, greater purpose. He prayed to Azshara, to the Old Gods, to any deified being his people worshiped who was willing to listen to his imploring words. What he asked of them was to let Caelwen return to him. To find a way in their divine power, if possible, so that she could be with him and he could be with her. To at least hear her voice one final time, but without sorrow and loss in its pitch.
The sound of something stirring in the bushes far behind him caught his ear, but Se'jash simply thought of it as being nothing more than an animal moving around. That is, until something new went through the night air. "Se'jash... are you here?" came a light voice he instantly recognized. Se'jash's eyes shot open wide, and with what felt like his heart stopping where it beat in his chest, he raised his head. He spun around and saw, to his disbelief, the shape of Caelwen emerging through the brush. The night elf quickly spotted him standing in front of the statue and began to walk toward him. "I thought I'd find you in this place."
"C-Caelwen?" he finally asked as she grew closer, almost unable to believe what he was seeing, like witnessing a wish being fulfilled. "Why are you here?"
She stretched an arm over her back and silently stared off into another part of the orchard. "Se'jash, as I was sailing off I began to think about you, and then I realized that I can't leave you if it means I'll not see you ever again."
"Of course you can!" exclaimed Se'jash. "It's what you were doing! You were setting off to leave this place and rejoin your kind as I promised you could. You're free, Caelwen."
She huffed and shook her head. "You don't understand. Or... perhaps you do."
Se'jash's brow raised in an intrigued manner. "What does that mean?"
Caelwen took a single step closer to Se'jash and looked into his eyes. "What I'm trying to get at is that you're all I have, Se'jash. You're all I want," she said. "I have nothing and no one to go back to in Darkshore. Were it in my power I would give up absolutely anything if it meant staying here and being with you."
Though overjoyed beyond measure by this the moment he heard it, Se'jash was still incredibly confused. "But why?" he asked, desperately searching for an explanation. Caelwen gave him a sincere smile to this.
"Because I... love you, Se'jash." No sooner had those binding words left her mouth, Caelwen placed her delicate hands on either side of the naga's head. Guiding his face down to hers, she closed her eyes and placed her soft lips on his own. It lasted for a time the naga couldn't fathom, and when she finally pulled back, Caelwen cast a look of true happiness into Se'jash's eyes. Carefully placing his arms around the elf's smaller body without even thinking it, Se'jash brought her closer to him and kissed her as well, wanting more of what she had given. Sensing a challenge in his actions, Caelwen grinned and tried to best him by forcefully kissing him back with great vigor, and it soon turned into a game of each trying to outmatch the other in terms of the dominance their lips had.
As he knew the situation was quickly evolving into something more, Se'jash began to let his hands wander over the night elf's frame, pulling back and unstrapping parts of her armor. Just as fully caught up in the moment as he was, perhaps more so, Caelwen allowed it and helped him along with the removal of her clothing. As some of the last pieces of her gear dropped to the ground like stones, the two fully embraced each other and their mouths properly locked together as their flesh touched at last. Their tongues entered and explored each others' mouths, quickly becoming besotted with the taste they experienced.
The two remained holding onto each other, fiercely vying for more. In the ensuing, divine chaos that followed, Caelwen failed to take notice as a change, ancient and unnatural, began to take hold of her body. While she was much too infatuated with the ardor her desire thrust upon her, her purple skin began to slowly peel back and split, revealing smooth, green scales underneath. Still she fervently kissed and intimately whispered vows of eternal love as she claimed Se'jash for herself, and herself alone. Their osculating began to reach an apex, and soon they both fell to the ground. As they continued their escapade, Caelwen's legs began to stretch out over the soft grass and soon appeared to melt together, fusing and morphing in to form a long, serpentine hind section, not unlike Se'jash's own, but thinner and greatly more feminine.
Se'jash crawled his powerful and muscular form closely over her prone shape, and as he did, Caelwen welcomingly placed her arms on his brawny and wide shoulders for support, each of her fingers digging longingly into his thick scales as webbed membrane began to form between them, moaning in ecstasy all the while. As the two lovers stared deeply into one another's eyes, ready for what was to come next, a second pair of arms grew and came up from Caelwen's lower sides, doing the same as the first pair. Slowly lowering his head, but keeping his eyes trained on Caelwen's own, Se'jash sedulously kissed at her stomach, breast and neck, earning another series of loud moans of approval from his inamorata that enamored and urged him further on along her naked body until he reached the prize that was her beautiful face.
Pressing his mouth onto hers, the two kissed once more with only blind passion to drive them and a feeling like molten fire burning through their veins. The pair closed their eyes and savored every blissful moment of incomparable euphoria that followed, tightly hugging one another and pressing their bodies closely together as minutes went by. Past Caelwen's hot and ragged, panting breathing as they both eventually separated their mouths for air, Se'jash seductively and mischievously started to drift back down to her bare neck and chest, sorely missing their exquisite taste and intending to obey his mistress as she demanded him to please her. As he ran his long tongue across the fore of her breast and Caelwen bore his wandering head in her four arms with a purr of pure gratification and approval at his antics, Caelwen's pointed ears started to shorten and change in shape, and her long, teal hair started to shrink before falling out. What replaced her locks and ears were a series of long dorsal spines that emerged from the tip of her crown, and lined from either end of the top of her head to the base of her slender, and now scale-covered back. Each one was connected together through webbed fins of a strikingly bright purple-blue texture.
As Caelwen's unwitting transformation reached its completion, an elf was no longer the creature whom Se'jash gently held and made love to in his arms. Her eyes, now lined with pupils that resembled thin reptilian slits, were as bright and vividly crimson as his own. Though he glanced into them several times after that, he failed to notice the difference in the haze his lust had clouted his mind with. With a light whimper in his ear, Caelwen urged him to sate the growing fire that ate and tore at her body and soul like a flock of spiteful harpies. Hungry for the irresistible treat that she offered, Se'jash moved until he had positioned his lower body on her waist in a way that his instincts had told him was proper. And from there, their love only escalated further, and the two seemed to lose themselves in the carnal desires of the other, filling the once-silent night air with erotic cries of passion.
As they finally broke apart some time later, Se'jash tiredly fell by Caelwen's side, and she in turn slowly inched toward him. Both exhausted beyond all known measure, they peacefully fell asleep in each other's arms under the watching gaze of the statue of Queen Azshara. The White Lady, shining its silver and sacred rays down from above, seemed to look upon the couple in a somewhat melancholy way.
For where once was but one serpent, now lied two.
