The kodo were an ancient species. Old enough to be claimed by the tauren as riding mounts, to have adapted over time so that instead of simply one sort of kodo, there were two domestic and wild kinds, separate. The domestic were smaller and calmer than their untamed brethren, almost like cattle, less easy to spook than horses.
Not that any tauren rode horses. Equines were a mark of the Alliance, mainly the human part of it. Kodo were recognizably Horde. They grazed and slept and watched over their young until they were needed for a journey. Kodo were shared by the community. Instead of being restricted by whether or not one owned a kodo, a tauren merely had to ask permission from the local riding master.
Although, it was common logic that a tauren ought not to walk up into a foreign encampment and take advantage of the hospitality of the inhabitants. That would be rude. It was the only thing which stopped Soffrekyar from obtaining a mount. She wouldn't be able to return it, anyhow. She was back home in Mulgore, where, in her opinion, she belonged. She couldn't wait to see her cousin Garego again. They'd agreed to meet up on this date.
Would she be surprised to see the young purple frostsaber by her side? She hoped he would. The look on his face would be priceless. Also, she hoped none would recognize Sigalit as a creature the night elves held an affinity for, else there might be trouble. Time would tell how that went. Sigalit herself had grown wonderfully, Soffrekyar had done her best to keep her well-fed and fit, alert and smart. She thought she'd done a fairly good job of that.
She hadn't appreciated Mulgore enough when she lived here in stasis. The grassland was green and yellow and home-y. What a beautiful place. She could not see Thunder Bluff, yet, but it was only a matter of time before it came into view. Would anyone recognize her? Would anyone care? She stopped at that thought—when had she become so pessimistic? Of course someonewould.
She was not going to stay here. She was not old and wizened, what harm was there in visiting after roughly six years of no contact? Well, no contact aside from Garego, who had traveled with her until three years in, where they had split up, and gone their own individual ways. It had been a careful decision, but they had gained experience, and had the stability of mind to know they could make it on their own, without a relative beside them as comfort.
How many times had she needed comfort?
She swallowed a knot in her throat.
Home, here she was.