Iylldrraen had hoped and prayed for this moment, yet he still could not believe it was really taking place. She was really Aelena! Eagerly, and barely able to contain himself he embraced her fully, strong arms wrapping around her mid-back, holding her close, holding her tight. He gently nuzzled his cheek against hers, inhaling softly, breathing in the scent of her skin, her hair, humming happily. Slight dampness began to form in his eyes,  so overwhelmed was this otherwise stoic and nearly invulnerable druid. He held her until she leaned back to speak, a wide smile spread across his face.<br/><br/>“No, it’s me, Aelena, and it’s you, really you.” He said to her, eyes bright as they searched her face, mapping every curve, every contour, every mark. Yes, still the same carefree, vivacious, playful Aelena.<br/><br/>He began to chuckle, his grip on her tightening just a bit as he suddenly pulled his precious Draenei friend close, arms dropping low, his body ducking a bit as those arms slid under that tight rump of hers, not groping, rather bracing, as he hoisted her up against him and spun her around and around, laughing loudly.<br/><br/>“It’s you, Aelena! Really you!”<br/><br/>After several moments this now boisterous druid set his friend down, panting slightly, eyes burning bright with life, gazing deeply into hers, hands just above her hips. Ever the respectful gentleman was this disciplined druid. He released her suddenly, turning to his dresser once more. All of the years, all of the memories began to flood the druids' mind again. The campaigns against Kil'jaeden, the campaigns against Archimonde, and the wars that would see them fall later. He remembered all of the friends he lost, all of the peace that was lost. Yet now, in this room, at this moment, he had his peace, he had his friend.<br/><br/>“Remember what you gave me so long ago?”<br/><br/>Without waiting for a reply, he pulled out a blue silk pouch, opening it and gently removing a carefully wrapped object. Unwrapped, she would see a beautifully shimmering icicle. He approached her slowly, holding it out, hanging before her in a manner beckoning her to take it. He then lowered his neck to her.<br/><br/>“Would you, Aelena?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>