She shivered slightly as a cold air bit past her and she slowly trudged on home, sadly. She received a few greetings on her way, but she didn't reply to any of them, instead remaining in her own world. When she did get home, she was met with the table that had brought so much life to this building she called home. It would have to be returned.

Though, she noticed a book atop of it, which resembled Colin's sketchbook, though it clearly had a different colored cover. She hurried over to retrieve it, thinking first to run and return it, but she quickly noticed the note beside it, with scribbled words upon it.

Kyra,

You'll make the world your own. And when you do, you'll have this to remind you of home.

Colin

She peered at the note for the longest time, before slowly opening up the cover, revealing a beautifully sketched page of her home. Unlike everything she's seen him sketch, this picture actually had been colored, very clearly in the same colors of Teldrassil, hued a shade of pinkish-purple.

Kyra smiled as she flipped through, seeing Teronis tending to his sapling, two night elf children, perhaps the only two on the tree, running through the forest, a pair of furbolgs debating, or more likely, just staring at one another. His visit had been transcribed into this book, in pictures.

She came to the final page, pausing, her smile disappearing as her eyes widened. There stood herself, bathing in the moonwell, from the first morning of his trip. Her eyes followed the contoured inches of her body, seeing what Colin had seen and how much of it he'd remembered to transcribe, although her pose may have been a tad more seductive than she had remembered.

She stared at the picture for what seemed like forever, almost studying it, although she was truly studying the artist behind it.

Quickly, however, she shut it as she heard footsteps behind her, turning to see a superior of hero's stepping into her home, carefully. Kyra hastily turned to salute her, though the older woman waved her down.

"Remain calm," she ordered, "We know Tyriel was responsible for this, though we still need you to answer some questions. It's not as if a human being here is tragic, though the methods used are disconcerting."

Kyra nodded in understanding before her superior waved her along to follow behind her, which she did.

Kyra stood across the room from Sylvaya, simply remaining silent, though she was still nervous. Sylvaya always did this, probably to make her guests sweat a little, but Kyra simply used it as time to recollect her memories of the last few days. Sylvaya began writing onto a thin book, perhaps to keep notes, as she began speaking.

"So, we've already questioned Tyriel. She doesn't seem to believe she's done much wrong, and considering her status, I'm sure it will come to pass that she hasn't done anything wrong, at least in the eyes of the Priestesses. The human has already left and-"

"Colin," Kyra corrected, surprising ever herself.

Sylvaya lifted her head slightly, just to peer over toward Kyra with the slightest hint of upturned eyes, "Yes."

"…Colin has already left. I'd have detained him for questioning otherwise," Sylvaya spoke, scribbling feverishly across the pages of the notebook, "Who was he, exactly?"

Without thinking, Kyra began speaking, "A human, with a knack for artistry. He has deep, blue eyes and a charming smile. Short hair, and nicely broad shoulders. His hands are pleasantly cool to the touch, and when he laughs, he does this sort of halting laugh that's very…"

Sylvaya stared up at her again, barely lifting her head, though her eyes were piercing, "…I wasn't talking about his looks."

Despite the color of her skin, Kyra visibly blushed as she realized her faux pas, "Oh... Uh, yes. He's just an explorer. He studies other cultures."

Skeptically, Sylvaya returned to her eyes to the notebook, "And was he involved in the death of Dalvyn?"

"Absolutely not!" Kyra shouted, heatedly, surprising even herself, "He went with me when we found him, but he wouldn't dare do such a thing! He couldn't have!"

Her superior dropped her writing utensil and stood up, coolly, "And am I to believe that you're separating fact from emotion when it comes to that assessment?"

Understanding what was being implied, Kyra was taken back, "I-I wouldn't dream of jeopardizing everything I've accomplish, much less for a mortal human. Especially one who does not revere our Mother."

In her flagrant reply, Kyra quickly noticed that she may have spoken too much, as Sylvaya stared at her angrily, "You allowed someone here who insulted Elune? Upon the very crown that she has given us?"

Silently, Kyra lowered her head. She should have known not to have brought it up; Sylvaya was quite the devout follower of her goddess, which was why she had ascended the ranks quick enough. She was more heated than Kyra had ever seen before, but it immediately was cloaked behind a bow as Kyra noticed somebody entering the small enclave of a room. Tyrande.

"Kyra?" she asked, curiously, "What brings you here?"

Feeling at odds, she didn't reply, expecting her superior to do so for her, but as though to punish her, no such answering occurred, leaving Kyra alone to appear belligerent.

"Is this about the human who came to visit upon false circumstances?" Tyrande questioned, now looking to her lieutenant.

"Yes, Sister," Sylvaya replied, "Though you speak in such mild terms."

Tyrande walked over behind the desk where Sylvaya sat, turning to look at Kyra, "Sister… Kyra. Could it be that you unknowingly allowed this, simply so as to leave the Sentinels?"

Shocked, Kyra shouted, "Of course not! I've given my life to the Priestesses of Elune! If our mother and my sisters request it, I would remain here for-…"

She paused, which she found odd. She had the entire sentence on her tongue, but at the last second, it just vaporized. Tyrande smirked quietly, watching Kyra's head lower once again, joining her shaking shoulders.

Silently, Tyrande strode breathlessly over toward Kyra, wrapping her arms around her in a hug, "Go. I know that you've wanted it for so long, and despite whatever needs we may need from you, you deserve it."

Kyra's head shot upward to watch Tyrande's face, shocked, as the Head Priestess continued, "If you hurry, you may yet catch him."

"But…" Kyra muttered.

"Nuh uh," Tyrande sounded, interrupted her, "Elune has something special in mind for you, apart from your home. And also for that human, I know. So go, and make us proud."

Kyra's cheeks were now full of starlight as a grin reached across her face as she quickly returned the hug before rushing out from the small room, leaving the other two alone.

Sylvaya sat down, sighing, "You know she deserved some sort of reprehension."

Turning slowly, Tyrande shrugged, "Perhaps. But those two will do great things. Why impede it any more than it has already has been? Now, send for Tyriel and let her know. I know she was particularly fond of that girl."

Sylvaya groaned, but agreed nonetheless.

Colin leaned against the railing of the massive boat, staring out into the distance. He'd made it down to the docks of Rut'theran thanks to Tyriel, and now only awaited departure, or capture, perhaps. He lowered his head, thinking about Kyra, fondly, saddened that they had to be parted prematurely. He knew it wasn't meant to be anything else, but his heart still tugged at the thought.

The sailors behind him quickly prepared to shove off, their feet constantly thumping to and fro as they ran around, nonstop. Apparently there was a storm off the coast of Kalimdor and all hands were needed on deck. Colin figured that Tyriel simply ordered them not to wait in order to get him gone as fast as possible, and as such, he felt a bit guilty, knowing he'd be sent down into the hold once they got into the storm.

The boat began to leave the dock as Colin overheard the shouting of people in Darnassian, some of which seemed angry enough to be vulgar, and he lowered his head to see the rippling of the ocean water beneath him, his eyes squinting painfully.

"And were off…" he muttered to himself, as though needing to in order to truly realize that he was leaving.

As he began to straighten up, he heard the whining of a hippogryph, forcing him to look back toward land. Astounded, his eyes grew wide as he watched Kyra climbing onto the back of one, grappling at its reigns, and tugging mightily to get it to fly up. Colin was shocked to see her coming his way, toward the boat, and he quickly ran to the center of the deck to watch her as she struggled to control the beast, which seemed rather belligerent to begin with.

She came close enough to being above the boat when the hippogryph suddenly bucked her off, sending her flying toward the deck. Colin hurried ran across to the port, reading her trajectory, and he did manage to find her, though at her speed, she more so flew into him, knocking the wind out of him.

They flew back, sliding into the wall of the hold, Colin desperately trying to take a breath. Kyra quickly pulled away from him and examined him, ultimately resorting to simply holding his shoulder as if to console him.

"Sorry," she spoke, "Damn things never did like me much."

Colin continued gasping for air as he tried to talk, but it was unsuccessful, and he ultimately pointed at her and shrugged. Kyra grinned in reply.

"I'm coming with you."

Now, Colin's gasps became coughs as he held his torso in pain, "What?!"

Kyra's grin remained, "They don't want me out in the world. So, Tyrande relieved me of duty. I'm coming with you."

"But you've worked your whole life for-"

"To find my place in this world," she finished, "And if you've taught me anything, it's that it is not here. It's somewhere else in the world. I'll never find it if I don't go look."

Colin continued staring at her, still holding his stomach as he sat again the wooded paneling, long enough in silence for Kyra to continue, "Unless you don't want company. I can go it alone."

To this, Colin grinned, extending his hand, "I wouldn't dream of anything else, Ms. Shadowmoon."

She grinned at the unabashedly human speech and took his hand in a handshake before standing to help him to his feet. They stared at one another, as though they'd been apart for years, before the ringing voice of a man across the deck roused them.

"Well, if you wanted to pick up some Darnassian, this may not be the proper place," Kyra lowered her head, slightly blushing.

Colin grinned, walking toward the railing once again, Kyra falling along, "We're headed for Lor'danel, which you wanted to go to, right? I figure if you're joining me, we could backtrack somewhat from where I've been. It'd be nice to follow up on some of my acquaintances. They'll be shocked I picked up a Teldrassilian night elf on my adventure, for one."

Kyra smirked lightly, "That voice earlier mentioned something quite the opposite."

Colin turned to her, now his turn to blush, before hiding his face within the map he'd pulled out. Kyra leaned over the railing herself, watching the island home of hers disappear into the distance, the first time she'd seen it do so. She felt the smallest bit of loss, but suddenly felt some release, almost as though it was her time to go.

Colin turned and leaned his back against the railing, with Kyra quickly emulating him. Their eyes found one another, and they both led themselves into childlike grins. All they knew now was that adventure was sure to await them.

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