AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!
AN: Ohhh, what is Creed up to now?
5 hours later...
'This is horrible. I think I would actually be fighting at the Iron Front than this!' thought Creed as muffled grumbles left her.
A good sum of hours later and a good dozen pages of notes of the Kirin Tor's situation, came two delicate pitter patter of feet coming up the Sunfury Spire and turned towards the room Creed was working in.
Rubbing her wrist from the constant page turning, scroll searching, and writing, Creed tried to ignore the steps closing in on her thinking it was another one of Rommath's novice Mage students.
Just before her hand could grab the quill again, a small hand touched her waist. Wiping her head at the person who touched her, Creed saw it was the small elven child she had meet before meeting the Sin'Dorei leaders. A small smile peaked her lips as the large, innocent eyes smiled up at her.
Turning away from her work towards the child and the older woman next to the child, Creed looked up at the beautiful Sin'Dorei woman with cautious but kind eyes. The long red haired woman smiled delicately at Creed, holding a parcel of fruits and bread in her hands. Her Fel colored eyes were soft and smiling like her child's were.
"Hello again, sweetie. Greeting ma'am," Creed greeted the child and her mother with a softer voice. The woman seemed a little surprised at the use of Thalassian from an Alliance member.
"Hello Ambassador. Ana'day and I would like to welcome you to our home. She has not stopped talking about you since yesterday, she has planted the flower you gave her and cannot seem to stop smiling and asking to see the 'kind lady' again. I do hope we are not interrupting you..." Creed pulled her helm down from her face and smiled widely at both mother and child.
"Not at all. I was just about to take a break, this paperwork is worse than battle. It is wonderful to meet you again, Ana'day." The small child blushed as the Human woman in front of her.
"Thank you for the flower, miss Ambwasorder." Creed could help but laugh at the way the child tried to pronounce 'Ambassador.'
"You may call me Creed. How is the flower doing? Please take care of it for me, will you? It is the first flower I have ever picked as Ambassador in Quel'Thalas," Ana'day nodded enthusiastically at Creed.
"I promise!" Ana'day pulled a face of determination making both woman smile.
"How about I treat us all for something to eat since I am taking a break?" Creed asked, pushing in her chair.
"Oh, you do not have to do that! In fact I brought you something to eat as it is afternoon." Ana'day looked disappointed at her mother's words.
Creed smiled again noticing the child's sad expression.
"Thank you. I am thankful for the gift. Please, let me return the favor with a late lunch. This delicious parcel will help me last the night when I go to Tanaan tonight." Ana'day's mood lifted again and she looked to her hesitant mother.
"Tanaan?..." A look came over the mother's face, a sadness Creed recognized. Creed would need to talk to her privately about the subject.
"Momma, please!? Can we eat with Creed?" Ana'day's mother face snapped out of her trance and looked to her child then me. Creed smiled again.
"If it is no trouble, we would be honored." Creed waved her hand in a nonchalant mood.
"It is my honor to eat with the people of this Sin'Dorei city," Creed looked to the mother's face as she zoned out again.
"What is your name, ma'am?"
"Oh! Forgive me, my name is Sanguil Dawnstriker." Creed nodded, pulling her helm back up and walked along side the two Blood Elf women out of Sunfury Spire to a vendor.
None of the women noticed the eyes of Rommath watching them from the other room, observing the interaction between the Blood Elves and Human. The sight was very odd in his perspective, she treated them as an equal if not more, but did not treat him, a higher up, as such. It made his lips pull into a frown.
"This is yummy, momma! Try it!" Ana'day was stuffing her tiny mouth full of Frozen Cream Custard, trying to get her mother to eat it. They had found a traveling goblin foods and drinks vendor, most of the products were out in Outlands and Pandaria so they were quite expensive. Creed told them it was her treat, no matter how much Sanguil tried to say she would pay for it.
"Mhmh. It is delicious, my love." Red lips curved into a smile at her child. The child looked a little forlornly at the cart full of more treats.
"You may have as much as you want, Ana'day. Why don't you go order what ever you wish while your mother and I talk." Creed told the child whose viridian eyes lit up like stars in the sky while Sanguil looked at her child then Creed who wore a semi-serious face when she caught her stare.
"Really!?" Sanguil nodded, sighing at her excited child.
"But stay close, Ana'day." The child ran over to the vendor while Sanguil turned to the serious face of Creed.
"When I spoke earlier of Tanaan Jungle, you looked as you knew of the place. The spoken world of Draenor is not commonly known to citizens and most warriors of low rank. How do you know of it?" Creed asked keeping her voice low and spoke in Orcish so the child could not understand them; Sanguil caught her drift.
Fel colored eyes began to fill with tears as red trembling lips twisted into a frown. Sanguil looked from the soft mauve orbs staring at her to their completed meals.
"My husband was sent there." Creed's eyes widened for a split second and then fell to the table as well. Tanaan Jungle was a hell on earth, rivaling that of battle grounds. Many sent to Draenor didn't come back.
"I want him back home so much, he hasn't seen I or Ana'day since she was five. That was two years ago. I tried to contact him, but the messages take so long to come back. And... I haven't received a message from him in a year, I do not have the heart to tell my daughter her father is not coming back." Tears spilled down Sanguil's cheeks.
"Do you know he is dead?"
"I am... not sure. But, I feel that something has changed. I never feel so sure without him anymore... we would used to always get messages from him every moon cycle. Now... nothing."
"What is his name and exactly where was he assigned?" Green eyes looked up in shock on confusion.
"Wynrion Dawnstriker, he was a Protection Paladin. Last I heard of him he was to go to the place known as the Throne of Kil'jaeden."
Creed felt her stomach twist and a cold shiver run up her spine, her blood boiled with hate at the reminder of such a hell. The very place made her glare at the table, she knew very well of the demonic spawning ground... nothing but a realm of pure evil and death; she had seen and experienced the loss of people she knew while slaying the Legion's spawns. Creed folded her hands together under her chin in thought.
Ana'day came back an arm full of goodies from the vendor. Creed smiled at her as Sanguil looked shocked at the child's arms.
"Ana'day!" A sly smile came to Creed's lips at the outrageously hilarious look came over Sanguil's face.
"She is fine... she has a sweet tooth like I used to. I told she was to get anything she desired." Creed laughed wholeheartedly at the large smile that came over Ana'day's face as she held up the treats to her mother.
"Pardon me, ladies. I fear must get back to my duties, my break is just about over. Have a good day Sanguil and Ana'day, it was a real honor." Creed quickly finished downing her Honeymint Tea, and stood up from the child and mother.
Ana'day smiled widely and ran hugging Creed around the waist. "Thank you, Creed!"
"My pleasure." Creed smiled to both.
Walking over to the Goblin vendor she paid the 18 gold bill then left silently.
'Hmmm... Wynrion Dawnstriker...' Creed thought to herself up the steps of Sunfury Spire where she was greeted with the messy table filled with many open tombs, unrolled scrolls over the table and some on the floor, and a very displeased Rommath looking through her notes.
"Where have you been?" Rommath asked a simple question, but Creed could hear the annoyance underlining the tone.
"Eating lunch. I am back now, so before the argument can begin we can stop here." Creed's tired voice caught Rommath, but he chose to ignore her sass after that.
"Your notes, they are... convincing in the innocents of the Sunreavers," Creed rose a brow as she sat down. Rommath's tone was unusual, almost surprised if he was capable of that.
"Yes. Other than rumors that Jaina has heard of the involvement of the Sunreavers and the Divine Bell, there is no solid evidence I can find, but I will continue to look for the justified outcome whatever that may be." Creed stopped talking after that and went back to the documents in front of her.
Rommath's eyes widened at her words. She looked curiously back up at him as he unknowingly continued to stare at her. Creed's face began to increase in heat as a blush began to spring upon her cheeks.
"We have work to do, no? Did you believe that I was to simply allow Jaina to have the Kirin Tor because she and I are on the Alliance without a justified reason?" Creed rhetorically asked, cutting Rommath off his internal thoughts.
"Yes, I did."
Simple to the point. That angered Creed.
Creed scoffed in a very unladylike manner and folded her arms over her chest.
"Than you are the fool to believe I care about factions and their ruling over any race. People are people, no matter the race or factional side; they all have their own innocents and faults. Alliance or Horde member deserves the same amount of respect, honor, valor, and jurisdiction as they treat any said individual on their side does, Rommath." Creed retorted softly to Rommath as he listened to her words.
"I swear individuals on both sides of the factions are driving me to the brink of insanity." A sigh escaped Creed as she leaned back in her chair and unrolled another scroll.
Rommath rolled his eyes at Creed's murmur from his honed elven hearing.
"Why can't anyone just get along...," Creed whispered in Darnassian into her scroll. The language confused Rommath, but he wisely chose not to speak it.
He then stood and left the room to gather more scrolls without another word.