#dawnstriders

She moved to the stables at Brill, removing the false jaw and teeth that adorned her face. She filled her dead lungs with air and let out a dreary sigh, opening the small gates that contained her steed, Tae'ka.

"C'mon boy," Seaandra piped up, slapping her knees to attract the undead horse. Tae'ka whinnied and nudged his armored head into Seaandra's chest. She gave a small smile and tugged on his reigns, leading him out of the stables.

"We're gonna go home, we're gonna rest, I'm gonna getchu a nice saddle okay Tae? You and I are just going to take it easy," She cooed to the horse. "We'll be okay."

Tae'ka, being a horse, of course, understood not a single word she said, but understood the happy tone in her voice alone. In turn, he stomped his hooves and shook his head to express himself. Seaandra chuckled, and prepared to hop onto her mount. She stopped just short of it, however, keeping her hands on the steed's back as she looked around warily. Something was wrong, and she felt it in her chest. Her hand came up and wrapped around the dead gem around her neck in habit, missing the gentle hum of the gem, and it unsettled her nerves even more.

"Lady Sunblade," A voice called out.

Yeah, there it is, Seaandra thought, turning around to face the Forsaken who had regarded her. He was hunched over, the blue and black plate armor weighing down on his lanky limbs. He straightened up, his rotting spine cracking at every joint as he strained to reach her height. She recognized the undead, Benedict, one of her comrades in arms, a real pain in the ass he was.

"What do you want?" Seaandra asks with little patience in her voice. She leaned against her horse, waiting, abhorring that sly grin he sported on his wilted face.

"I didn't know you talked to your horsie," He jested, dangerously resting all his weight on one leg. The act made her flinch, he is far too skinny to be doing such a thing, she thought.

"You're gonna snap your leg, Benny." She growled. "At this rate, I hope ya do."

"Rude."

"Yeah well, whatdya want?"

"Oh seems I've forgotten," Benedict chuckled, the phlegm in his voice distorting the faint Gilnean accent he bore. "That attitude of yours is more rotten than I."

"So nothin' then, yeah?" She huffed, hopping onto her horse. "Kim'jael, look, I don't got time for--"

Benedict raised his hands. "Alright, sorry, I'm just messing with you. Don't leave."

Tae'ka snorted, turning his head away from the undead. "Benny--"

"Suntreaders are yours, aye?" Benedict asked, taking a step forward. Seaandra froze, whipping her head back around to him. He grinned at the reaction, pulling out a folder of various documents from his satchel. "Got your attention now, eh?"

"What happened?" She demanded, her voice blunt as she stared him down. "Don't play your fucking games with me, mate, I don't want that."

He handed her the documents, and she snatched it out of his hands. "Don't take my fingers with em will you?" He cleared his throat and stood evenly, a grim look finally settling on his features. "I'll speak quickly, don't interrupt."

Seaandra shot him a glare, glancing back to the folder. Opening it, she found the profiles of several humans and blood elves, criminal records of the sort.

"First off, the meeting established for tomorrow in the War Quarters is cancelled. Do not attend it. You'll know why." Benedict began. "Second, there's been reports of a rather unsettling disturbance in Silvermoon this morning. As a result of that incident, you have been relieved of your duty for the rest of the month."

Seaandra felt her dead heart thump a single time in her chest as panic began to set in. She shook her head, looking up at the Forsaken.

"W-What--"

"In that folder you will find the data we have collected on the Dawnstriders Regime. They are the suspects to Ronae Suntreader's kidnapping this morning, we'll--"

"What?!"

Tae'ka was startled by her screech and reered, tossing Seaandra off her mount. She fell to the ground and scrambled for the papers, hissing at Benedict when he tried to stoop down to help. Benedict backed away when she collected herself and stood upright, her ears flattened back and teeth bared.

"This happened this morning and no one fucking told me?!" She roared, and Benedict shrank back.

"I-- er y-yes i-it did," He stammered. "But hey, don't bite the messenger--"

"There was no 'messenger' this morning, Ben!" Seaandra retorted. She moved dangerously closed to him, and if he had still been living, he'd be perspiring this moment.

"I'm told Aliya is being held under the care of the Blood Knights in Silvermoon." Benedict explained. "The guards are closely watching the area. Everyone is looking for them, and you're on paid leave until justice can be done for you and your family."

Seaandra blinked, narrowing her eyes at him. This was strange, too strange, what is this what is this? "Is this some kind of sick joke?"

Benedict shook his head. "Afraid not. This is beyond my skill level, so I've not been selected to be of your aid. But you need to get to Silvermoon immediately. Look for a woman by the name of Azaera Daybrook."

Seaandra nodded and hopped back onto her mount, putting the documents into her satchel. With the whip of her reigns, she rode into the Ruins of Lordaeron, making haste to the Orb of Translocation.