Heart's Call (Wraith x Andronica)
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				Title: <strong>Heart's Call (Wraith x Andronica) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>22-01-2017, 13:40:21</strong>
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				He thought he heard the gentle burbling of a stream nearby, punctuated by the happy trills of birds frolicking in the branches above. But when he opened his eyes, the sounds disappeared, replaced instead by the otherworldly sighs that swept through the trees every now and then, more akin to whispers of Ancients than the gentle gusts of wind that they were. His attunement to the Elements often gave him a keener ability to sense out elemental resonances nearby. The sound of the stream had to be something similar. <br><br>He was still, if one might use such a word, a 'novice' shaman. The elders had taught him well certainly, and he prided himself on...ah...he was content with his control over his abilities for now, but there was still so much to learn. As Elder Gruumsh never failed to remind him, "One never stops learning." <br><br>Youthful impatience aside, Cair was honestly excited by the responsibility he had been handed. Not only did it show their trust in him, it was an opportunity to discover Azeroth in ways he had scarcely imagined. In fact, the fact that he was now seated under a tree in the Moonglade, waiting to meet one of the Kaldorei, it was a wonder. <br><br>He had heard so many stories of the long-lived night elves, blessed by Cenarius and keepers of the forests. In ancient times, the Taurahe and the Kaldorei had been allies apparently, though now they stood on other sides of a political divide. Cair counted himself fortunate that such petty divisions did not interfere in matters of spirit and faith. The Cenarian Circle and&nbsp; the Earthen Ring had so much in common; it was only natural that they work together towards their common goals. <br><br>For his part, beyond actually getting to know one of the elusive night elves, Cair was deeply curious about druidism. They had druids among their people, of course. But the elves had practiced the faith far, far longer. Though Elder Gruumsh claimed Cenarius taught them the druidic arts first, he did not deny that it was the elves who had truly followed that calling. <br><br>He looked up. Twilight was falling; the sky deepened into a bruised purple, and the air filled with the sound of birds returning to their nests for the night's rest. It was going to be time for the meeting soon. Fittingly, they had told him to be beside a certain tree in the northeast corner of the Lake Elune'ara. He had scouted out the spot, then retreated to explore the surrounding forest some more. If he wanted to keep the time of the meet, now was the time to move. <br><br>The young, hearty Tauren stood, his massive hoofs pressing into the undergrowth. Cair smiled. A great future awaited, he could tell. Slowly, he began to make his way to the meeting spot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart's Call (Wraith x Andronica) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andronica</strong> on <strong>23-01-2017, 21:41:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a5/89/3d/a5893d60a4840a14ded28565091df8ee.jpg)</div> The ethereal beauty of the Moonglade never failed to make Lavania feel a warm burst of contentment in her chest. She felt truly close to nature in the verdant glade, surrounded by shimmering trees and crystal ponds, and she parted her sumptuous lilac lips to take a deep breath of the fresh air. Perhaps it also helped that the Moonglade was a neutral place for all races seeking wisdom and refuge, a place where one could escape the rest of the chaotic, divided world of Azeroth. <br><br>Or perhaps her mood was dictated by the fact that her mentor finally had a mission for the young druid to embark on. So many years of training and meditation finally came to a head. It excited her even more to know that she would be paired with a delegate from the Earthen Ring - Lavania never had dealings with them before, personally, but she knew they were the Horde's answer to the Cenarion Circle, and thus they were trustworthy. Still, it was only natural for her to feel cautious as well.<br><br>That evening, Lavania's mentor came to her in one of the open tree structures of the Moonglade that overlooked the lake. The older pink-skinned kal'dorei looked like a spirit, with her shimmering white robes and pale teal hair, and greeted Lavania with a motherly embrace. Although Lavania was certainly not a child she was still young as far as the night elves were concerned, and despite more than a century behind her she still held the rebellious fire of her youth. Something her mentor was able to temper out over time but present none the less.<br><br>"<em>Thero'shan</em>," her teacher greeted her. Lavania nodded in reverence to master Yllanae, who in turn tilted her head of teal locks entwined with leaves and flowers. "Let us greet the Earthen Ring ambassadors. And remember, you are an extension of the Cenarion Circle when you leave the glade - always conduct yourself as such," her master reminded her. <br><br>The female kal'dorei went down to the front of the building where a small group of other druids had gathered to escort them in order to show good will to the Earthen Ring members they welcomed into the Moonglade. From their vantage point, the visiting tauren would be gifted with the sight of a half dozen figures walking along the winding lake-side path toward an ancient tree which was to be their meeting place. The ancient silver tipped trees were naturally illuminated in the dark and created a network of what looked like stars connecting their vast canopies, which bathed everything in soft light. <br><br>Each approaching figure looked like an aspect of the wild; they were decked in earth toned robes and leather armor, bolstered with bark, and usually accompanied by feather pauldrons. Lavania blended in with the group seamlessly despite being the youngest in the group by several centuries. She wore a fur lined harness and leather breeches, hinting that she was a Druid of the Claw. Simply by looking at her one might not expect her slight lavender frame to belong to a shapeshifter who relished in the heat of battle, and her soft spoken demeanour (at least in the company of her superiors) made it an even more surprising revelation.<br><br>The group of night elves arrived at the designated meeting spot beneath the low boughs of the oldest tree in the Moonglade. They halted a few yards away from the Earthen Ring members and bade them welcome.<br><br>"Greetings, friends. The Cenarion Circle has long wished to work alongside their brothers and sisters of the Earthen Ring to restore balance to Azeroth. The Twilight's Hammer cult cannot be allowed to continue defiling the sacred soil of our land with their rituals, and so we humbly seek the aid of an experienced shaman. For this task, I present my student Lavania Dawnsinger, who I have trained vigorously since her youth," Yllanae explained. The lithe kal'dorei student beside her stepped forward with her hands clasped respectfully against her front as she spoke.<br><br>"Teachers," Lavania said, speaking to the elder tauren seer. She bowed her head which caused her dark purple hair to cascade beside her face. Her bright silver-blue eyes moved from one tauren to the next. She had met many tauren druids before but the shamans were different. Natural in a more.. rugged way. Yet the groups complimented one another like the sun and moon. "It is my honor to work with one of your shamans," she said calmly and waited to be introduced to her partner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart's Call (Wraith x Andronica) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 15:12:55</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">"You are in time," Elder Gruumsh grumbled, looking up as Cair emerged from the darkening shade of the trees lining the path that led up to the massive tree that served as the meeting spot for the Circle and the Ring. "I see them approaching," the old tauren gestured, looking forward now, along the long, winding path that led to the settlement of the elves. Cair took his place among the others, a half dozen tauren, bedecked in the tribal attire of their shamanic calling. He was the youngest, and it was a point of quiet pride to him that they had chosen him to represent the Ring for this mission unanimously. <br><br>"They are like spirits of the moonlight," Serava, the second-youngest of the group murmured. She spoke true. The elves approaching seemed almost to glide over the ground, so light were their steps. Their attire was not the diaphanous robes he had imagined, however. They were far more practical, natural even: armour of bark, fur lined coats and robes that were earthen tones, and not the silvery sheen he had half-expected. <br><br>One of these would be his partner in this endeavour. He could not deny a slight nervousness. He would represent not just the Earthen Ring, but the tauren tribes as a whole. It was simply how it worked. He knew that their alliance with the orcs was a point of contention with the elves. But he had been assured that the druids of the Circle were fair-minded and open, and to present himself in the manner he would wish for them to. He had taken that to heart. <br><br>Cair bowed, along with the other tauren shamans, as the elven group approached and introduced themselves. His eyes immediately fell on the woman who stepped forward. Lavania Dawnsinger. A beautiful name. Did the elves earn their names like the tauren did? She certainly had a beautiful voice. He could see her silvery eyes glancing between them, trying no doubt to discern who her counterpart among them were. She had that ethereal beauty he had come to expect from elves, only up close now. Her hair was a dark purple that seemed to gleam in the twilight under the boughs. Her long, sharp ears seemed like daggers and her narrow face pretty in that elven way. <br><br>Elder Gruumsh broke his train of thought. "Greetings, my friends. I wish to thank you for inviting us to your beautiful home. We have long hoped to forge stronger bonds with the druids of the Cenarion Circle, and it is good to know that we feel similarly on this matter. We pledge to aid you in whatever we can in this struggle; we face a common enemy." He turned his head. At the cue, Cair strode forward and bowed once more. <br><br>"I am honoured," he murmured, before standing tall and meeting Lavania's eyes. He smiled softly. Elder Gruumsh was still going on. "...present to you my most esteemed student, Cair Windseeker. Together, I am confident that our pupils will achieve what they will set out to do." <br><br>Cair waited for the words to die down, before walking forward and inclining his head, extending his hands to offer the elf Lavania with a package. "A token of our esteem, and a charm to bless this beginning." He explained, meeting her eyes again.&nbsp; </div>
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