During their flight to Auberdine, Iylldrraen had time to contemplate, which was not made easy after lewd display of his draenei lover peeling open her shirt to expose those marvelous, milky white breasts of hers, briefly erecting her posture to force them to jut from the confines of her clothing. Even at the distance between them the elf could clearly make out those dark, protruding nipples of hers. Under normal circumstances, this would completely distract the druid, but those beautiful, supple breasts of hers actually helped his mind to focus, for it was his death that was his query, and it was his realization that it would not be by righteous combat, old age, or debilitating disease that he would be claimed and returned to this world, but by Aelena's insatiable sexual appetite.<br/><br/>Though Aelena was the epitome of femininity, her figure perfectly scuplted and sensual, a full-figured woman if the druid had ever seen one, Iylldrraen realized she was quite youthful at heart, so playful, spontaneous, and definitely boisterous, and he loved and cherished it all, for it defined his Aelena, his shaman, his draenei lover. She had matured though, and some time soon the elf would have to ask the draenei about all of those years they were apart, for between those supple, soft breasts dangled that precious necklace he'd made for her so many years ago on Mount Hyjal, that tiny acorn bouncing gently against her chest. Instinctively, as his eyes remained fixed with hers, despite the dips and lifts of the griffins, he clutched the necklace she had made for him, a perpetually frozen icicle from Winterspring, the pinnacle of her confirmation as a shaman.<br/><br/>Once they touched down in Auberdine, Iylldrraen was quick to move to the side of the shaman, slipping his arm around her waist, gently cupping the base of her tail with his fingers, guiding her toward the ship dock. Once out of sight, he swatted her rump playfully. “You know, of all the adversities and adversaries I've faced and overcome, none have challenged me more than you; none have tested my capabilities as you have, my untamable Aelena.” He stood there with Aelena, his fingers still caressing the base of her tail, a gleaming smile on his face despite the situation they would face in Hillsbrad.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>