☾Trixe Arclanke ☾

As Trixe walked down the bridge to Astravar Harbor one last time, she found herself not reflecting on the past couple months in Suramar; she instead began to look towards the future. She is sure that much has changed since she has left, but seems to be eager for what is yet to come. Bitsy accompanied her to her ship, and even he seemed exstatic to get back to the Stormwind streets he grew up on.

She crossed from one side of the bridge to the other, and was so stuck in thought that she nearly collided with a vendor cart. She snapped back into the moment, and realized that this may be the last time she would visit Suramar, as the Horde had come in and no longer needed the assistance of her small Kirin Tor group. She felt the uniformity of the precisely carved street stones beneath her feet, and felt the altitude dip down to just above sea level. She had arrived at her ship; the last one going out of the city.

Before getting on, she checked her bag. She had brought various items and materials from Suramar for her friends back at home, along with some books she had made copies of to bring back to Dalaran. She put Bitsy in the bottomless enchanted bag, leaving his head sticking out. He seemed content.