Wayfarer's Rest was bursting with activity. Trisen had no idea how big Traylon's family was. There was hardly any room to stand, let alone sit. The matrons were weaving their way through the crowd serving drinks and refreshments. Trisen began to feel a little overwhelmed. She had grown accustomed to the clutter in Orgrimmar, but she couldn't remember the last time she had been in a room with so many of her own people.

However, as she gazed around at the Blood Elves present, Trisen had the saddening thought that they weren't her people anymore. She had been tainted by the Lich King, twisted and warped to do deeds of darkness. These elves walked in the Light. There was no way they would accept her.

Trisen looked up when she felt a hand on her back. Traylon gave her a reassuring smile before taking her hand and leading her into the crowd. Some of them gave her a wary glance as they walked past, but Traylon just kept walking. Trisen turned to see where he was leading her. He was heading for a small group of male elves on the far side of the inn. She recognized Zorrion, mostly by his high energy laugh. One of them wore red robes and a flaming skull hood. The third wore leather armor. By the bow that hung from his back, Trisen gathered that he was a hunter. When Traylon and Trisen walked up, the other three turned to greet them.

"Hey, Tray, glad you could make it," the hunter said.

"You were assuming I wasn't going to come?" Traylon asked.

"Well, you have been buried in your books more so than usual," the red robed elf replied. "You are the one who skipped out of your own birthday celebrations so you could study."

Trisen gave Traylon a questioning look. He shook his head.

"Anyway, introductions are in order," the mage said. "Trisen, this my cousin, Sairexanaris and my eldest brother, Yazzoo. Sai, as you've probably already guessed, is a hunter. He prefers the company of animals rather than his own kind."

"Duskcoat is better company," Sairexanaris stated as he took a sip of his drink.

"And Yazzoo is a priest who wields the powers of Shadow," Traylon finished. "You already know Zorrion."

Zorrion waved excitedly. Trisen waved back.

"So, are we to assume you have finally found a mate?" Yazzoo asked.

Trisen felt her face begin to burn at the priest's words.

"We're...working on it," Traylon answered.

"She's pretty, isn't she?" Zorrion asked. "For a dead girl."

"No tact," Yazzoo commented dryly as Trisen's pale face turned red and Traylon put a hand over his eyes.

Sairexanaris laughed behind his glass. Zorrion threw an arm around his twin's shoulders.

"You know I love you, right, Tray?" the warlock asked.

"Funny way of showing it," Sairexanaris commented.

Zorrion walked around behind Traylon and Trisen and put his arms around both their shoulders.

"They make such a cute couple," he said. His face lit up with an idea. "Yazzy, you should totally marry them."

Yazzoo frowned deeply. "Why?"

"You're a priest. You can marry people, can't you?" Zorrion asked.

"When?" Yazzoo asked next.

"Why not now?" Zorrion replied.

"Zor!" Traylon yelled. "Fly off before I arcane barrage you!"

Trisen laughed as Zorrion ducked away. She couldn't remember if she had a family of her own, but it was nice to be around Traylon's family. It surprised her a little that neither one of them seemed to mind that she was a Death Knight. She had actually found Zorrion's earlier comment a bit flattering. She didn't think anyone thought she was pretty for the simple fact that she was dead.

The celebrations lasted long into the night. Whenever Traylon would introduce her, he was always asked the same question of whether he had found his mate. Trisen's anxiety grew less and less the longer she stayed. It also helped that she was with Traylon. However, as the moon rose high in the night sky, Trisen excused herself and stepped outside into the warm evening air. She sat on the front step, watching the stars.

"Do Death Knights get tired?" a voice sounded behind her.

Trisen looked over her shoulder to see Sairexanaris walk up. He sat down beside her as Trisen looked away.

"We do. But, it takes longer for us to fall asleep than the living," Trisen explained.

The hunter nodded, but didn't say anything. The two elves gazed up at the stars, enjoying each other's company. Finally, Sairexanaris broke the silence.

"I think you've made Traylon very happy," he said.

Trisen glanced at him. "Why do you say that?" she asked.

"Never before has Tray even entertained the idea of joining in on family gatherings," Sairexanaris explained. "He's always locked away in his room, his nose in a book. But, since he's met you, he's more open. I've gotten more letters from Tray in the last two months than I have in five years."

"Why did he not write that often?" Trisen asked.

The hunter shrugged. "I guess he found more comfort in studying arcane magic than he did in family," he mused. "But, Tray's always been like that. Ever since we were kids. He always had his mind set to becoming the next great Archmage. So, he moved away to study and we rarely ever heard from him."

"That's kind of sad when you think about it," Trisen commented.

"It is," Sairexanaris agreed. "But, studies like that don't come without some degree of sacrifice. He still had Zorrion, though. The little pest never could leave Traylon's side for very long."

Trisen smiled and looked at the ground. "He's an interesting warlock," she said.

"That he is," Sairexanaris chuckled. He glanced over at Trisen. "And then, you came along. The miracle with blue eyes."

"I highly doubt I'm a miracle," Trisen replied.

"No? Well, let's see. In the last two years since Tray's met you, he's opened up a lot more. He writes more often. Zorrion says he's more outgoing. And, tonight. Traylon is here instead of being sealed away in some dusty old library. If that's not a miracle, I don't know what is," Sairexanaris told her. He leaned over to whisper in her ear. "You're the one, Trisen," he whispered. "Both of you just don't know it, yet."

With that, he stood up and went back inside. Trisen remained sitting on the step, her thoughts spinning uncontrollably in her head. Was it possible to have a normal life even in death? She wrapped her arms around her legs and propped her chin on her knees. A small smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth. If it was, there was no one she would rather be with than with the mage she had fallen at the feet of.

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