Alex was taken aback by Crescent's violent outburst. Before she could even stutter out a half-hearted apology or barely-diplomatic response the void elf had fled into the night, leaving a humiliated draenei blushing hard among a feast of food that had been jostled all over the table by Crest's unusually fists.<br/><br/>Feeling her friendship with Crescent hanging in the balance, Alex pursued the void elf, but it seemed that the small headstart she had left Alex behind in the dust, and the poor draenei ended up fruitlessly scouring the hovels and bilges of Booty Bay until she was tired and the sun was well beyond the horizon. She was just about to quit and abandon her prospects when a curious purple flare caught her eye, and she turned in time to catch another at the feet of the statue, far out beyond the waves. The intermittent roars of light might've been mistaken for exploding fireworks, were they not so close to the ground. Even without the taint of Void magic wafting through the air, a lesser attuned layperson could tell some sorcery was being done out there.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4d4dff">"I have to get there,"</span>she murmured, rushing to the docks. Once there she closed her eyes, focusing herself on her...<i>tenuous</i>shamanic background, a background she had, for decades, neglected... praying to the water, she tentatively stuck a hoof out... and exhaled in relief as the water supported her, even if the keratin slowly sunk inch by inch when she tried to stand still. She had to go fast! And fast she went, making quite the odd sight as the draenei fruitlessly bunched up her silken dress to stop the splashes of water from ruining it, running alone across the bay in full sight of anybody to see. Fortunately nobody was close enough to see the water causing her dress to distinctly hug her body and outline her, ah, 'assets' that she often used for trade. By the time she reached Janeiro's point she was utterly damp and her teeth were chattering in the cold trade winds rising off the sea.<br/><br/>She staggered across the mini island to where the flashes of purple were brightest and predictably found her elven liaison causing a veritable sauna by churning up the frothy sea with furious fiery fists.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"I'm sorry!"</span>The draenei had to shout to have her voice be heard over the hissing steam and loud splashes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4dff">"Fuck off!"</span>Came the terse reply, the voice tinged with something not-quite natural. The sound of it made Alex recoil, but she couldn't flee after coming all the way out here.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4d4dff">"I said I was sorry, Crescent,"</span>Alexandriv repeated as she came closer, half-lured by the promise of warmth from the wafting steams.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Fuck, I'm not trying to belittle you, I just..."</span>she peters off, seemingly unable to provide a good justification. Truthfully, she was having coming up with a justification for it herself. "Come on," she said meekly.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Let's just... start over, or something, alright? Gods, fuck is it cold,"</span>she sighed emphatically. As she spoke, though, she noted that Crescent seemed... unresponsive - and maybe just as angry as before.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>