#wclfbrood

        the  paladin  would  by  lying  if  she  dared  to  say  she  could  find  safety  upon  the  Broken  Shores,  but  nonetheless  she  had  to  try.  though  Dalaran  had  since  become  a  safe  haven  (  and  indeed,  the  people’s  major  meeting  point  )  since  the  Legion’s  onslaught,  Beau  continued  to  feel  a  tinge  of  discomfort  within  its  walls,  and  thus  only  stayed  there  for  as  long  as  she  needed  to.

        with  each  nightfall  she  returned  to  her  tried  and  tested  method:  a  well-hidden  nook,  close  enough  to  the  action  but  far  away  enough  to  guarantee  a  moment’s  respite,  where  she  could  set  up  a  humble  campsite.  the  fire  was  low  so  as  not  to  draw  attention,  but  hot  enough  to  ensure  she  could  cook  herself  a  good  and  hearty  meal  --  even  if  it  took  a  little  longer  to  create.

        with  that  extra  time  to  herself,  however,  the  halfling  was  able  to  hone  in  on  her  surroundings  and  properly  scout  the  area.  quiet,  mostly,  though  she  took  note  of  a  figure  in  the  distance,  cloaking  themselves  within  the  shadows  of  the  night.  a  quick  glance  to  her  shield  showed  no  indication  of  a  hidden  demonic  threat,  thus  Beau  was  more  than  happy  with  hailing  the  other  with  a  quiet  wave,  and  a  quiet  word:

        ❝  you’re  welcome  to  join  me  here,  traveler.  the  night  is  falling  upon  us;  it  may  not  be  wise  to  travel  until  the  morning.  ❞

Emoji mun questions | Accepting

Anduin supposed that in another situation, the view from the room would be romantic. A table had been set with tea and cakes right there on the balcony overlooking the sea, like what he imagined a date might involve.

Except he’d gone into it thinking it was another planning meeting, in an odd location because of some paranoia about spies. That Genn had abandoned them for ‘urgent business,’ telling Anduin and Tess to ‘relax for once’ wasn’t fooling him.

Still, he’d blocked off this time on his schedule and had learned enough from Aunt Jaina over the years to know to take time to appreciate breaks when he could. He sat down, serving himself a cup of tea.

“The security of our prison.”

It was far too easy for Tyrande to break in, slaughter the wardens, and then let Illidan out. Not to mention the most recent betrayal...