Omiya walked casually through the streets of Ratchet, weaving waif-like through the crowds as she followed behind two figures in particular. Her vision, far stronger than any human's, easily saw the two despite being over a hundred yards away, and she kept up easily with them. She had come to this goblin-built den of iniquity after arranging for Fairmount's transfer to a prison back in Kul Tiras and creating a suitable cover for her own departure, as well. For years she had wandered, unsure of where her abilities could be used best, and now a hint had come to her and she was not going to let it go just yet.
Moving almost automatically, her mind was free to drift back over the memories of the past several days. She thought of the escape and her intervention, but mostly they lingered over the story she had heard Tohopekaliga tell Jacob while spying on them, cloaked against their senses by her powers. Oh Arthur, she thought wistfully. I am so happy you found what you were looking for, and what you have done is greater than any of us could have hoped. Yet how I wish I could have spoken to you one last time; good friends are so hard to come by, even more so in these troubling times.
Her quarry stopped at the stables, and Omiya turned and walked across the street to look at the display window of a tailor's shop. Her mind ran over what she had learned, and the more she thought the more she realized that these two mortals, one from either of Azeroth's great warring factions, might be yet a way to avoid some of the carnage that the future promised. Although she possessed no prophetic powers, Omiya knew very well that the situation between the Horde and Alliance would deteriorate; Fairmount was proof that there were elements within that desired war, and Omiya knew with certainty that there were far too many forces without that desired the destruction of all order.
Yet despite them all, the pieces snap into place, Omiya mused as she watched Toho and Jacob enter the stables. She decided she had watched them enough for now, and turned to walk towards the edge of town. The Light knows when the time is right for those two to act on the grand stage. Until then, I should go looking around, in case I've missed other signs in my myopic priestess role. And then I will speak with the others about what I have found.
The mysterious woman walked quietly, fading out from all but the most keen of senses even before she departed Ratchet. Once outside of the city, she turned south and ascended the hills there, until she found a small, out of the way valley. Omiya took a careful look around with all of her senses to make sure she was alone, and then bowed her head and concentrated. At first nothing happened, but soon enough her whole body seemed to melt slightly, her hair, skin, and even clothes becoming indistinct and shifting around, changing colors and textures. Her body began to grow and change, limbs lengthening and changing shape to become thicker and squat to the point where she fell forward and on to all fours. Her head and neck changed as well, the latter becoming long and sinuous while the former grew a pointed muzzle and horns.
Her transformation occurred more rapidly now, and a tail and wings sprouted from her shifting body in a rush. Her growth remain unchecked, and all parts of her just kept increasing in size until she grew far past what was common for her species, and then into a behemoth size reserved for only a rare few.
All at once, the transformation completed as the surface of her body settled into a pattern of lightly golden scales. At some angles, they would appear white, at others sheen like gold, but from all angles no one could mistake the figure that owned them to be anything less than a dragon.
Omiya was gone, replaced by the being that pretended to be her; Omiyazistena shook her head lightly to get the feel of her true body again. It has been too long, she thought, stretching her wings wide until the tips scrapped the sides of the small valley. But I cannot maintain my stealth spells while shifting. She sighed then, the noise soft but loud, and concentrated on her magic until her form shimmered and once again was hidden from all but those who knew how to pierce such magicks.
Confident now that she wouldn't be seen, Omiyazistena leapt straight upwards, gaining just enough height so her wings could flap free. She gained altitude rapidly until she was clear of the hills, and then turned herself to look north over Ratchet again.
It was a den of iniquity, but still she felt protective of it and the beings within. Everyone, every being is loved by the Light, she thought as she waited for her two special interests to leave. But wisdom and justice temper the Light's love, and those who cross the line into the heart of chaos, to embrace that which is evil, must be defeated. She often repeated these thoughts to herself; to remind her of the sacred charge she and her flight - the sixth and secret one - had been given by Isten, the spiritual Titan. He knew that his fellow Titans put too much trust in their technology and arcane knowledge, that even the best safeguards could be overwhelmed and corrupted, she remembered, hearing Isten's glorious voice again as she relived when she and her nascent flight were put into stasis to keep them hidden from the other five, so as to give the latter the greatest chance to fulfill their duty without interference.
But they failed, Omiyazistena thought, remembering awakening to a world shattered by the Sundering. The Earth Warder corrupted, the Spellweaver driven mad, the Life-Binder bound, the Dreamer distracted, and the Timeless One apathetic, such were the results, and such I and mine have worked to correct. Yet there is so much more to do, so much to accomplish, and so few of us.
She saw then two figures leaving Ratchet atop a ravasaur, a horse, and a kodo, and Omiyazistena smiled. But maybe that will soon change. We are the Dragons of Light, after all, and soon enough, into the light we must stand, hopefully with those whom the Light has chosen to be its champions.
With that, the immense dragon turned and flapped her wings harder to gain even more altitude. Keep safe, you two, Omiyazistena thought as she angled to the north. The time of your ascendancy is yet to come.
Jacob felt on top of the world as he rode the horse he had managed to purchase from the stable master. The old owner died in a barfight, he said, Jacob recalled. I really hope that is true. Despite his concern, Toho had vouched for the goblin and so the human had parted with his money. It proved to be a good decision, as now the kodo could be used to carry their supplies, spreading the work amongst three animals and increasing the endurance of all. Now they were off, and the days ahead seemed bright and full of promise.
Off to his left Tohopekaliga suddenly shifted in her saddle and then looked around. "Is something wrong?" Jacob asked.
"Not necessarily," Toho replied, and then turned to look at the human. "Just… Woxlox told me that he told you that sometimes things pop into my head. Well, something just did."
"Oh?" Jacob asked, frowning in concern. "Should I be worried?"
"I don't know," Toho admitted, sounding a bit unsure. "Just… Do you know what a 'Rainbow Dash' is?"
"'Rainbow Dash'?" He asked. "I really have no idea, it doesn't seem to make sense."
"That's what I thought," Toho said, and then looked around again. "Bah, I get ideas like that all the time. Sometimes they're good, sometimes they're just crazy like that."
Jacob gave Toho a look for a moment before his face split in a grin. "Are you sure you're not just simply insane?"
"Well, I am guiding a human around, so maybe I am," Toho retorted with a grin of her own. "Forget what I asked; it's probably nothing. We've got miles to go and never enough time to use, so let us be off."
"Gotcha," Jacob said, and then nudged his mount into a canter. "Try not to let any rainbows distract you."
"If I do I'll just dash ahead," Toho countered as they continued west along the lone paved road out of Ratchet.