Tyrande returned the kiss and nodded.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "just so you know, unless i fall down and start drowning in the Moonwell you must not interrupt me."</span>she walked with Crimzon out to the sabers and mounted up, patting Ash'alah as she waited for Crimzon. Crimzon's mount made a pouting sound at her but let her up. Tyrande nodded and headed off. honestly the trip wasn't very long, only an hour on their mounts but it would have probably taken three on foot before they came upon a Moonwell nestled in the trees. it made for a serene area, a Moonwell glowing in a circle of trees, their branches either incapable or just respectfully leaving it fully exposed to the light of the moon. it looked a little neglected but someone obviously came by occasionally to tend to this well and despite Crimzon's incredible senses she wouldn't be able to identify the scent though it was old and faint. Tyrande dismounted and walked over to take her ritual case and sat down, opening it up to mix herself a small ointment which she stood up. she looked at the well and then walked over to kiss Crimzon deeply.<span style="color: #5900b3">"remember, keep your distance and i love you."</span>she smiled before she walked towards the well, her prepared pot of ointment cradled in both hands as she approached. she knelt before the well and began a litany of prayers, explaining why she was here and what she sought. ten minutes later she stood again, setting the oitment on the rim of the well as she undressed completely and began painting her skin with the silver gel she had made, drawing various religious symbols on her arms, her chest, her hips and up her neck to her face. that done she stepped up into the well to stand in the pool of blessed water, raised her arms to the sky and began chanting, her back to Crimzon, facing the wooden structures adorning the well itself. hours passed, her chanting growing stronger and weaker in waves and soon enough both sabers were napping together out of sheer boredom. nearly five hours in Crimzon would become aware of someone approaching the area really rather brazen and even a little clumsily. they were obviously making no attempts to hide themselves and likely unaware that Crimzon and Tyrande were there. before she could spring to action she would catch this person's scent and it was their scent which lingered in the area so they were the person taking care of this secluded Moonwell but it wasn't a Night Elf or any other race she had ever encountered and when she did investigate she would find a female Satyr making her way towards the well. she had a small dagger, more of a knife really on her hip, a basket looped over one elbow with a couple of tools hanging over the edge. she was wearing a long fur loincloth over her lower body and what looked like the remnants of a robe worn by the Priestesses of the moon for a top and seemed utterly oblivious and just as harmless as she approached.<br/><br/>Rachel smiled and kissed Ana again.<span style="color: #0000ff">"good, i love you so much and i love our son."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>