Valora Blackwall

“Artemis! Beloved!?” She called out, hoping to hear back from him.

Silence remained, clearly he must be out.

With a shrug, she began to waltz out the door and hastily backtracked at the memory of the last few times she'd left quickly and without a note.

Arguments and apologies had occurred but, better to write a quick note. Knowing Artemis, he'd just be out of range and come back to an empty house and panic.

Hastily finding some paper she wrote in a slightly cursive script.

"Beloved Artemis,

It seems I've run out of fabric and a few other bits and bobs that we should replenish. I won't be too long, and I should be home rather quickly.

Val"

Placing her note on the table and in natural view she waltzed outside and began her journey to Stormwind.

She sighed and quickly dived into some shrubbery, hearing the guttural tongue of orcish and what she assumed to be Forsaken. Neither would take to kindly to find her in their lands, what she needed was to find some Goblins and Hitch a lift somewhere, thankfully both her Goblin and her friendly relations with the various trade princes would be coming in handy.

She waited until they voices had passed before she had a brilliant idea. A disguise was perfect! She had smuggled something long ago that would come in handy. She could pass as a blood elf! Slipping from the bushes, she pulled her hood down to mask her face and muttering something softly as she was engulfed in a magi spell.

A sudden burst of light engulfed her as she quickens her pace into a dead sprint for a few moments.

Rain pelted down on the hurrying Draenei woman, her curls dripping and her clothes soaked to the bone.

The order from the Prophet Velen continued to ring in her ears and resound in her soul. "We are going home."

Before she knew it, she had hijacked a hearthstone and was now running for her life from some angry forsaken who were disgruntled that she, an Alliance member had crossed into Silverpine and continued to chase her into what she believe to be Gilneas. Ironic considering by marriage she was Gilnean.

Her party seemed to stop dead before making angry howls and what she assumed to be rude gestures, having decided the Draenei wasn't worth venturing into the fragmented landscape of Gilneas.

Valora slowed to a mere trot, jumping over the damage in her wake. Her luminous eyes were wide with fright.

The Exodar was just like before, she still saw the flashes of screaming people, the wailing of children desperately seeking family, friends..anyone.

She sank into the water earth, it seems she'd bypassed the city and was now closer to woods.

She cried her bitter tears at, well everything. Artemis was going to be mad with worry. Having run off in a flash of light and blasting anyone who dared stop her. No doubt the flight of Valora would reach him, or the fact that she hadn’t come home would also be another reason.

Muddied and soaked to the bone, she crawled to a makeshift break in some rocks, at least she would dry here.

“I vill keep runnink.” She declared aloud, not ready to face Artemis in her cowardice.