Oh Mharin, Beloved Chieftess and light in the dark. My how you had fallen. What darkness ailed you so badly that this was your answer. Why did you not come to me? So much pain was caused by this one act. Pain that drove you further into your darkness. But now I look upon you as I sit in Dalaran. You wear yet another form. This one may have fangs and claws rather then horns and hooves but at the core you are still Mharin. We all sense it. Perhaps you will tell me why you watch and just what your purpose is wearing a form allied to the golden Lion.
The wind was whipping through their hair. It wasn't a warm wind but one with a strange chill. Rhyia sighed.
"It really is a beautiful view isn't it Mhar." Looking over at her younger sister she frowned. "You're still going to do it aren't you?"
Mharin nodded. "I feel so cold Rhy. All the time now. Its just too much." She let her hand stroke Rhy's companions head. "Have you thought of a name yet?"
"Nothing I can think of suits him." She looked down at her white tiger. He hadn't even reached full maturity yet. There was a ganglyness about him. "It will come with time... They'll miss you you know."
"I know. Its not enough to keep me going though. Having Paz disappear like that was the last straw." Mharin walked slowly to the edge of the cliff. "You're right Rhy. It really is a beautiful view." She gazed out over Feralas. How fortunate She had found that elf down below. Although she didn't think the female was really an elf. Probally a member of one of the dragonflights. They were showing up everywhere these days. She turned her head to her older sister. "Are you angry?"
Rhyia joined Mharin at the edge pulling her younger sister into her arms. "Never Mhar. I could never be angry. I understand your choice little calf." She nuzzled her sisters cheek. "I will care for them in your stead Mhar. Know that and let yourself be at peace."
Mharin looked into her sisters eyes. She could see the grief but also the understanding. Yes Rhy would understand what the others could not. Their twin bond was strong enough to let her know the exact things she was feeling at this moment. She smiled. Pulling out of her sisters arms she climbed the rocks along the top of the waterfall. She looked at her sister one last time. "Name him Paz." Then with a short run and a jump she was over the edge. Closing her eyes she knew no more.
Rhyia climbed up onto the rocks her sister had jumped from and peered through the mist. She couldn't see any sign of Mhar. Calling on her abilities of mimicing creatures of the wild, she cast her sight down into the mist. There. There she was curled up on a ledge. She looked asleep. All of a sudden Rhy saw something moving through the mist. She put more energy into her sighting. It was dragonkin. As they came closer she could see the light glinting off their scales. Their green scales. Mhar had told her their were some of Ysera's children here but she had let it slip her mind. They gathered around Mhar's body. The largest stepped forward and scooped Mhar into his arms. What were they doing. Couldn't they just leave her in peace? They began to leave. Following the one carrying Mhars body they began disappearing into the mist. One of the smallest stepped forward though and looked up as if she could see Rhy. The dragonkin smiled and then bowed down before turning and following her fellows into the mist and at that moment Rhy knew why they had come. They were simply taking her body home... Her soul home to Ysera. Returning to her normal vision she sighed.
"Goodbye Mhar." She turned and pulled out her hearthstone. It was time to visit the arch druid in Thunderbluff. He would want to know of Mhar's passing. "Lets go Paz." She chuckled and activated her hearthstone. As she vanished somewhere in the Emerald Dream, at the side of a great green dragon, a druid smiled.