Vylira has dozed off and on as she laid there, her arms resting back beneath her head for support. Every time she awoke, her eyes wandered over toward Colin, who was still drawing, nonstop, though he had slept a great deal and most likely had no need at the moment to return to it any time soon

The Silverwing turned her head away, watching the short road down through and out of Starbreeze, noticing Kyra walking down toward the two of them. Her eyes turned, sadly, a deep sigh escaping her lips as Colin's voice suddenly broke the air behind her.

"Oh, there's Kyra," he happily noted, the scribbling of his quill ceasing as his eyes watched her steady gait, "Hopefully she'll be happy to see me up."

Vylira's head spun against her arms toward him, "Why on earth would she think otherwise?"

Colin grinned, blushing slightly, "I don't know; I was told that, since I was so deep in sleep, she needed to administer some of the medicine herself, you know, orally."

Pithily, Vylira's eyes stalked Colin's continued smirk, shaking her head, "I swear, you two."

"I thought that was a night elf thing."

"It is," Vylira groaned, "We may be much more open with our shows of affection, but geez, we still have semblance of shame, especially here on Teldrassil."

Colin nodded, "Oh, well now that you mention it, Kyra has spoken a bit shamefully of Ferolas el-"

"Oh, those girls would jump on you at the first sign of living breath," Vylira groaned, ashamedly, "The Feathermoons would break you neck, though, if you made a pass at them, so you'd best be cautious."

"Telling a loyal man to avoid hitting on other women," Colin laughed, "Thankfully, I don't even have to worry about being caught up in-"

"Considering some of the stereotypes, you wouldn't even have a choice," Vylira winked, forcing Colin to be taken aback as Kyra came into earshot, curiously.

She watched her sister, innocently, "Uh, why are we talking about my mate being taken by Ferolas women?"

Vylira smirked, happily, "He brought it up, talking about how proud he was to be making out, all hot and heavy, with a Teldrassil girl."

As Kyra's stare turned toward Colin, he quickly slammed his book closed, shouting, "Nuh uh! All wrong!"

Kyra smiled before walking around the fire to sit beside him, leaving Vylira to pull herself up to sit, herself, across from them, "If you wanted to experience the wiles of those girls, all your have to do is ask, you know."

Vylira rubbed a hand over her face to hide her shame, and although Colin blushed, he remained rather calm, "N-No, I mean… One of your most alluring qualities is just how demure you are- I'd hate for that to turn into the behavior of a sea nymph."

Kyra smiled contentedly, scooting close enough to Colin to close the distance, leaning her head against his shoulder, leaving him to speak up, "I don't think Vylira has ever seen such an extent of our affections. The first time she visited, we were too startled the whole time, and the second, we were too tired."

"Trust me, I'm not missing out," Vylira shot back, groaning, "And don't forget, that's my younger sister your talking about."

Kyra pulled her head back against Colin's shoulder so that she could speak up to him, "Ask her about Illeanor."

Colin's eyes sparked at Vylira as she threw her arms up dramatically, "Oh, here we go!"

Grinning, Colin questioned, "Who's Illeanor?"

As though wielding a stone tongue, Vylira didn't reply, though Kyra was happy to, "That would be her boyfriend from long ago."

The elder sister groaned, rolling her head back along her shoulders, as Kyra continued, "Well, not exactly 'boyfriend' in that sense. For one so entrenched within the druidic arts, Illeanor wasn't exactly pining for companionship."

"Don't tell me," Colin spoke up, incredulously, "She didn't go all Ferolas on him, did she?!"

Kyra giggled as she watched her sister bury her face in her arms, shamefully, "Well, she tried. She had him caught behind one of the workshops over in the Trade Terrace about to-"

"Shut up already!" Vylira cried out, shaking her head within her arms.

Kyra continued shaking with laughter, and to one so adept at teasing him, Colin was happy to continue, "Vylira Shadowmoon, you scoundrel!"

She groaned, nearly with a growl, "It didn't even take; that guy wouldn't have known a naked elf from a strung out quilen."

"No wonder you have such a negative opinion of them," Colin laughed, though Vylira's deep gaze met with his eyes.

"Don't even," she muttered, "Do you even know how much sisters tell one another about their mates?"

At that, Colin slowly managed to compose himself, clearing his throat as he pulled his sketch pad up toward him, clearing his throat, "If you'd excuse me, I have some drawing to do."

Kyra shared a quick grin with her sister, who smiled in triumph, happily, in return. A nice silence came across the three, then, though as Kyra contentedly nuzzled up beside Colin, who was busy drawing, Vylira was left with little to do but think. Think about her sister, think about Colin. It was torture to her to see her sister so blissfully putting off what needed to be said. Still, she refrained from speaking up. She had come to love Colin like a brother; a type of relationship that she was finding to come in less and less supply.

In her thoughts, Vylira must have been wearing a sad or lost or some kind of expression, because when she finally flashed her eyes toward her sister, Kyra was staring right back, having watched her for a prolonged period of time. The younger of the two hated keeping such massive things from the man she loved; not that she intended to keep it for long. These light moments were simply a refuge into the peace she had come to adore this last year.

She looked up at Colin's face, so still but, at the same time, so full of a passion as he carefully watched the picture beneath him come to a close, turning to Kyra with a smile. She so easily found herself lost in those eyes; found so much comfort in his soft face. Were she to tell him, she might never see either part of him again.

"Finished," he explained, softly, though his voice rose as he turned to Vylira, "Against my best efforts, you still managed to make it in, Vy."

She smiled faintly, just able to shoot back a characteristicly glib retort, "I'm sure you could tell your painting was horrible without me making it look good."

Colin shook gently with a quiet chuckle as his hand reached atop his sketch pad to close it, though his hand was met with Kyra's as he did, her fingers curling around his hand as his eyes watched her soft hand take his. He turned to see her watching the same, though her face was sad and lonesome, despite him being right there beside her.

"What's wrong?" he asked, quietly, reaching over toward her cheek, using the back of his fingers to lift her hair back and tucked behind her pointed ear, gently brushing its skin, causing her to tremble with a cold shiver.

Slowly, her mouth opened, though she barely found the will to speak for the longest time, until, finally, "…how many night elves do you find to be sick?"

Colin watched her, curiously, mulling over his mind her question, "Uh, I don't know, actually. I certainly can't recall an occasion where I've noticed one. Why do you…"

He could tell that his answer wasn't a good one, just by Kyra's eyes, which shimmered, sadly, as they just barely held at his. His mind ran through her question, along with what Vylira had muttered earlier, his head slowly turning toward her, questioningly.

In turn, Vylira's head turned down to avoid his stare, her mind still believing Kyra should be the one to make the connection, though as Colin spoke up again, she knew her sister wouldn't be able to tell him.

Colin stammered, "Wait, you… I don't-".

"You may not be immortal," Vylira interrupted, mercifully, at least when it came to her sister.

Colin quickly looked at Vylira, who now returned his stare, confidently, though still in sadness, as she went on, "It's just a possibility, but… People so close to immortality normally don't get ill; at least not to the extent that you were. I think my sister had that in her mind for days, and I didn't exactly catch that idea until recently, but…"

Dishearteningly, Vylira paused as Colin's head lowered in a daze. He probably hadn't heard much of what she had said, anyway. His head turned slowly as he heard Kyra's disjointed whimpers beside him as her hand reached up to her face, trying to hide her tears. Readily, he reached his other arm around her to hold her, pulling her as close as he could into her chest.

"Of course," Kyra spoke up in halting breaths between tearful paused, "The first person you think of isn't yourself."

Colin shrugged, "I see you crying…and I just know to comfort you."

Kyra managed a weak smile, though she still shivered with choking breaths, "It's why I love you."

Colin rested his head against hers, losing his eyes in her hair, taking in her scent as his mind ran through this new information, considering possibility after possibility, what to do, what not to do. Nowhere in his thought process did he considering something without keeping his love in mind.

"Okay," he spoke up, rather calmly, "I guess I need to find out the answer."

Vylira eyed him, curiously, "How do you figure you'll do that?"

Colin shrugged as best he could, considering his arms still tugged Kyra into his chest, "Go to Ysera and ask her."

Unable to help herself, Vylira let out an incredulous laugh as her eyes grew wide in shock, "Go to Yser- Kid, you've got some major issues if you think that's some short order anybody can make! You know what that even means?!"

Colin nodded, "Wyrmrest Tem-"

"Yeah, Wyrmrest Temple!" Vylira interrupted, heatedly, "Do you know anything about Northrend? especially these days? It was one thing back when there were champions around every corner; now it's a demonic wasteland of killer Vykrul, beasts the size of this house…"

She paused, leaning closer toward the fire, "The Dragonblight. The very landscape of that place looks like snow, even in summer, but all it is are the ashes of millions of dragons having perished there. And you want to go there looking for immortality?!"

"I have to," Colin replied, evenly, "I've made too many promises this last year to this woman. Promises I can only keep if I have what I was promised. The last thing I'm going to do is sit here and tell the woman I love that I won't be there for her."

He lowered his head, recollecting his thoughts, before looking back up toward Vylira, "I'm a Shadowmoon now. I run off and do stupid stuff."

Vylira stared at him with an unamused grin, sighing as she shook her head, "By Elune, it's like I'm a mother…"

"If you mean to say I'm your child, I may completely run off your drive to settle down," Colin grinned, lightly, happily to add some sort of levity to the conversation.

Colin lowered his head again, finding some more practical thoughts, "I already asked Kelaeth to see if he cant find Ascal in the Dream. I'll see if he can't ask Ysera about this, though the pit in my stomach says she'd be silent and consider this another obstacle for me to surmount."

Vylira looked away, like a child upset with their friend, "You set the bar too damn high."

Colin smirked, "Besides, it's not just me."

He reached up and gently ran his hand over his cheek, "Elune be with me."

"You'll need more than Elune," Vylira noted, sadly, "Northrend is the land of the Wild Gods. Cenarius, himself, relinquished much of his view to the mightiest of these gods- Ursoc."

She sighed, absently, "I'm not trying to tell you what to do, just… I'm just letting you know. If you haven't noticed, you're like my kid brother or something; as far as brothers go, I've grown closer to you than most of the others, and I even managed to lose one. I'm not exactly keen on losing another."

Colin smiled, "Thank you."

Vylira groaned again, standing up, "Ick, that sounded stupid."

"No, no," Colin replied quick, "You're very sweet, Vy. I know you'd much rather be a cool, uncapturable badass, but remember, I've caught you twice, now."

She watched him, curiously, as he pulled up his sketch pad, showing off his last piece: a elegant little scene of the three of them around some dark, Teldrassilian fire. Vylira nodded, her lips squeezing together as though taken aback, though she continued walking off, quietly.

"I'll let you two to it," she finished, "You know what I think."

Colin nodded in thanks, returning to Kyra, who had fallen into a silent stillness as she remained within the arms of her lover. He didn't ask questions; he simply was there for her, as silently as she'd been. They had time to talk, later.

They had time.

Though, Colin couldn't be sure how much.