It was embarrassing really, the wave of nausea that swept through her as she stepped through the portal that would bring her from the Exodar into the heart of Shattrath.  By the Naaru she hated traveling in such a manner despite its quickness and efficiency.  She wavered only for a moment, long agile fingers reaching up to push strands of long sapphire hair back behind her sloping horns, luminous eyes blinking as she glanced up to the hovering presence of A’dal  who floated in the middle of the large room, his soft almost musical thrum helping to clear away the last of her discomfort.<br/><br/>But even the Naaru’s calming presence wasn’t enough to keep Mihaela’s smile in place for more than a few seconds.  Returning to Shatt was always a bittersweet for her.  The city itself was beautiful, but there had been so much pain and bloodshed here and she’d lost more than a few friends before it was reclaimed.  And now THEY were here.  The sight of the two Tauren (<strong>Otoa and Anti</strong>) touring through the Terrace of Lights upon their monstrous Koto was almost enough to make Mia nauseous again.<br/><br/>It wasn’t their race that bothered her, in fact she might have actually LIKED the large creatures, their relatively peaceful shamanistic culture was one she could respect, but they had allied themselves with the Horde; they supported the blood thirsty Orcs and those disgusting Forsaken, not to mention the Blood Elves who mocked her devotion to the light by siphoning off the divine energy of one of the Naaru to feed their weak addiction.  It was only a matter of time before the Tauren became as sick and as twisted as those they worked with. Sick and twisted, urgh undoubtedly, and they were all here in what had once been her city. The thought was enough to cause her to growl softly, her hand slipping down toward where her hammer rested, a comforting weight attached to her heavily jeweled belt.  As though sensing that things might get out of hand one of the Peacekeepers broke away from where he’d been keeping watch against the wall,<em>“Light be with you sister, might I assist you in some way…?”</em><br/><br/>She shook her head with far more force than necessary, drawing herself up to her full almost seven foot height.<em>“No … I’m afraid that the portals do not agree with me.  I’m fine, I know my way..” </em>and with that she strode out of one of the many exits without a backward glance not bothering to summon her mount for it was a quick walk and she could use the brief physical exertion her long limbs eating up the distance as she wove her way down to the Lower City.<br/><br/>Mihaela knew better than to cause trouble here, that was what had gotten her banished to babysitting duty back at Azure Watch, it was maddening to be in charge of laborers and children as the draenei worked to claim their own small niche of Azeroth.  But she had served her months of penance and it had been worth it, if given the opportunity to go back in time she would still have smashed that Orc’s face in at the World’s Tavern.  It wasn’t very righteous or holy, but he’d been out of line with his comments about her needing a real man to warm her bed and she felt totally justified in her actions.<br/><br/>It was easy to pick out the Wind Trader as he peddled his wares, his ethereal body shimmering faintly and Mia wasted no time in coming to the point of her visit.<em>“ Lathrai. You have them I trust? And do not feed me a line about them being rare and precious, I’ve waited months already for you to deliver and I know for a fact that you haven’t had trouble moving what I made for you…” </em>He seemed startled to see her, when her incessant hounding had halted months before he’d thought he was home free, she’d traded her skill at cutting gems for the promise of raw materials, a full bag of uncut pieces which she was planning on shaping into a star burst pattern around the edge of her shield and she was damned well determined to get them!<br/><br/>The Trader evaded skillfully, both managing to fawn over her and somehow insult her at the same time as he promised that he was diligently working on getting her her payment.  Mihaela frowned heavily, this day was just getting better and better.<em>“My patience is not infinite, do not make me regret our deal..” </em>with that warning she cut their bargaining short, it was impossible to get the upper hand with one of the Wind Traders and she found that keeping their interactions brief was in her best interests, still she did not want him to think that she had forgotten his debt.<br/><br/>It was a short walk to the healing ward.  The soft moans and cries of the wounded were familiar to her, she had done her own brief stint here after retaking the city and she was at ease in the surroundings.  A bright sigil illuminating over her head bathing her tall lithe form in a soft silvery glow as she passed the cot of a fallen human warrior, a light brush of her fingers over his bandaged shoulder before she moved wordlessly on, but with each passing second his wounds shrunk and the pain in his chest lessened to a bearable level.  It was a small thing taking no more than a brief thought, most of her people were capable of it, but her gift was especially strong.<br/><br/>Waving down one of the attending she passed off a thick sheaf of papers,<em>“Final totals for the death toll in the Exodar crash, all survivors have been found and treated, those in red are known to be dead and buried, the names in gray are still missing but presumed eternally lost.  Their families should be notified if possible.”</em>she spoke in quick precise tones, so much loss and death.  She did not know, nor particularly care who kept such records, but she had been asked to bring them and so she had.  Looking over the rows of wounded her head tilted as she watched<strong>Emrik </strong>speaking with a rather grizzled looking dwarf.  She told herself that it wasn’t easedropping, but mere chance that caused her to overhear the end of their conversation.<br/><br/><em>“There is enough work and killing to be done here human, why do your kind always seek to rush on ahead to the next project before the current one is complete? While you concern yourself with the frozen tundra your world will be over run with demons from this one…” </em>Her voice was soft, a lilting accent tinting the words as well as a healthy bit of censure.  Would children never learn?<br/>