The icy wind from Dragonblight sprayed Sitara Sundar Pressi's face with snow, making her sneeze and stumble. A hand helped her up, and she angrily shook it off. Grumbling something that was suppose to be 'mind your own business,' Sitara grimaced as it came more like 'minfd ur ofnf ziziss.'
Looking up, Sitara smiled thinly at the sight of a fire. Star's Rest. She quickened her pace, wading through the snow before it dramatically dropped to below the toes of her boots. Silently thanking the Night Elves' for controlling the weather wherever they went, she trotted towards the obvious flight master.
Thassarian approached her after she'd signed them both up for a griffin to Wintergarde Keep. "Agmar's Hammer is where I have a feeling he'll be."
"Mmf?" She answered.
"We'll probably have to travel to Icecrown, where we can contact Dar.. The Ebon Watcher, and have him send for Koltira."
Sitara didn't answer.
"Your griffins." The Night Elf murmured.
Sitara looked up, nodded, and climbed onto one of them. Thassarian looked at her for a moment, then asked in a respectful voice, "Would you like me to ride with you, you seem awfully small to ride one yourself."
He got an icy glare in response, then her griffin took off. His eye twitched as he climbed onto his own griffin. I cannot stand that girl!
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Sitara looked around Wintergarde Keep, smirking. "I cannot believe you people were stupid enough to let the scourge overrun your first keep. How many of you have brains? Zero."
Thassarian gave her a look that clearly read: Keep quiet.
She obviously didn't notice, but quieted down anyway. "Hrm." She spun around in a full circle, then loped off towards one of the buildings. Thassarian followed with a sigh. When they entered, she pointed at Commander Eligor Dawnbringer. They both listened to him speak.
"Mr. Bigglesworth. The last living creature in Naxxramas, this cat is said to be the last thread connecting Kel'thuzad to his mortal life. It is said that any who dare to harm a hair on his head doom themselves to... wait a second, what is he doing on there?"Commander Eligor Dawnbringer pounded on the display a few times."Well, nevermind. I'm sure no one would be foolish enough to lay a hand on Kel'thuzad's precious pet."
Sitara snickered. The Commander looked at her, and she headed towards him. "Dawnbringer, I want to talk to you."
He nodded, and waited.
"You're part of the Argent Dawn, so you have no problem with the Horde. I'm looking for someone named Koltira. He's a Blood Elf, what do you know about him?"
He looked thoughtful. "Koltira…ah, he was part of the assault on Wrath Gate. He survived, and is now at Agmar's Hammer."
Sitara blinked, and left without another word.
II
"What are you planning?" Thassarian asked as soon as he'd caught up with her.
"Nothing."
"Something." He corrected. "You get the same look in your eye that Koltira does whenever he's planning something."
She looked slightly surprised. "Alright, fine, you brute. I'm planning something.""What?" He asked, deciding it was best in everybody's interest if he ignored the 'brute' part.
"Nosy little bastard, aren't we?"
He calmly looked over at her. "You're a child, Pressi. I can't let you get hurt."
"Gee, thanks. I feel so much better now!"
Thassarian narrowed his eyes and touched her shoulder. "What are you planning?" He repeated, losing most of his calmness and patience.
"Why don't you mind your own damn business, death knight." She sneered. "How do I know you won't sell me out to the Scourge? Or, maybe you'll tell the Horde what I'm planning so they'll-"
She stared at him, stunned. His hand had moved from her shoulder to her wrist, and he'd pulled her around to fully face him, and slapped her hard. Thassarian knew that he should've hit her, but he still had a thing against outright hitting a woman.
Sitara shakily raised a hand to touch her red, throbbing cheek. It felt like it was on fire.
"You are the child," Thassarian hissed, leaning closer to her. "I am the adult. You will tell me what you are planning, and if I disagree, you will not argue."
She spat in his face, only to have him grip her shoulder firmly and make sure she was standing still. Sitara stood, stunned, as he boxed her ears.
"The first thing you'll learn before we plan anything, is respect. The next is how to listen and not argue with your elders. And while you learn that, I'll be getting rid of the damned attitude of yours."
Sitara, face red, looked as if she wasn't sure whether to cry or not. Slowly, she sank to her knees, and pressed the side of her face against the stone wall of Dawnbringer's keep. She shook slightly, staring at him in blank amazement.
His face was as cold as stone. No mercy was there on the smooth plains of his face. She then did something that surprised them both. Standing up, she shoved him away and ran into the inn, flying up to an open room and slamming the door. Forgetting to lock it, she fell onto the bed and let out a heavy sob.
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Thassarian stood still for a few moments. She… ran? Turning, he quickly walked towards the inn, entering the warmth and leaving the cold behind him. He looked at the innkeeper, who pointed upstairs without a word, seeming to know who he was looking for.
Quietly walking up the stairs, Thassarian opened the first door, and found who he was looking for. She was curled up in a ball, laying on the bed, shaking with heavy sobs. Quietly, Thassarian sat beside her and removed his gloves, tossing them onto the tables before resting a hand on her back.
"I can't say I'm sorry I hit you." He finally said, rubbing her back in a soothing way, just as his mother did with him. "But I'm sorry I hurt you."
She sniffed in response.
"You need to learn that the world doesn't revolve around you, Sitara." He murmured gently. "You can't go do whatever you want, and just have everyone smile and nod and let you. The world is a lot more dangerous out here then in Azeroth."
"You didn't need to hurt me just to tell me that." She answered in a deflated and tired voice.
"I think I did." He answered. "You wouldn't have listened any other way."
"Whatever you did to me ears…that really hurt." She laughed weakly.
Thassarian sighed. "I'm sorry. Sitara, I don't know why your looking for Koltira, but for whatever reason it is, I'm still helping you. I trust you. But you have to trust me in return, otherwise we're as good as dead."
She didn't answer. Looking down at her, Thassarian noticed that she'd fallen asleep. With another sigh, he tugged the blankets out from under her and rested them over her small frame.
III
They'd both agreed. Thassarian did not like her plan, but she'd told him that she really didn't care. He'd glared at her for that, and she'd leapt out of the range of his gloved hands.
Sitara was learned like a wolf learns to trust it's new fighting master. She'd act like she always did, but if he hit her or spoke to her dangerously, she'd immediately fall silent and act like a good girl for thirty to forty minutes.
Now, after almost having her ears boxed again for a random comment, she was headed towards Agmar's Hammer. Sitara was wearing a disguise that gave her the look of a female Blood Elf. She had a sword strapped to her back; Zin Kal was with Thassarian. It gave her the look of an average paladin.
She'd grumbled the entire time one of the women in the inn had straightened her hair. Thassarian had laughed and told her that it was her idea, not his.
As she entered Agmar's Hammer, she noticed that there were Orcs everywhere. Trying not to curl her nose, Sitara jumped lightly onto one of the pile of boxes and looked around. No Blood El- Wait! She looked over at the figure with white-blonde hair, just like what her hair color was.
Sure enough, a male Blood Elf, dressed like Thassarian with a sword resting on his back, stood across Agmar's Hammer. Sitara grinned, jumped off of the boxes, and walked over to him. He turned to face her, and she barely stopped herself from gasping.
His face was pale and finely chiseled, soft, pink, almost woman like lips and soft, glowing blue eyes rested on his face, a perfectly built nose in-between them. Platinum blonde hair rushed down his back freely, and his well built body was covered in Death Knight-ish armor.
"Yes, Blood Elf?" He asked calmly.
"You are Koltira Deathweaver?" She asked quietly.
"Yes." He answered.
"I have a message." Sitara informed him. "From…" She looked around and leaned closer. "Thassarian."
Koltira looked stunned.
Sitara smiled slightly, suppressing all emotions and repeating what Thassarian had told her to tell her father. She didn't understand it, but she had a feeling that Koltira would. "E dajy uai, xlaswyl*."
She was right. He looked stunned, and then a look of something sweet and kind crossed his face for a brief moment.
Whoa. Strange reaction. She thought.
"If you see him again, tell him: Ofk E uai. Qy'dd zyy yopw aswyl zaaf.*"
Sitara nodded, and backed away. She turned and left, feeling his eyes on her back the entire time.
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Koltira sat down and put his head in his hands. The other inn patrons didn't notice him, and he murmured Thassarian's message to himself. Ah, and I you, my love. And I you. He couldn't stop the joyful smile that appeared on his face.
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Sitara repeated Koltira's message, and was surprised when Thassarian grinned, hugged her tightly, and then walked off, claiming to be tired.
"I know you don't need to sleep!" She shouted after him.
After he was gone, Sitara giggled. And giggled harder, she smiled hugely and snag to herself softly, "I met my father!"
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Thassarian collapsed on his bed in Wintergarde Inn. "Koltira…" He murmured, looking out the window. "Ah, I know we'll see each other again, Nothing can keep us apart."
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A/N: Woot! Two chappies in one day!
Thassarian's message: I love you, brother.
Koltira's: And I you. We'll see each other soon.
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