Romathi Ronae was living his first day away from that which had invaded his previous, clenching his fist as old memories stalked his mind. He was walking through Murder Row on the way to Sunfury Spire, the tall structure only just managing to peak through the small openings above the fortified wall. Romathi Ronae looked of little decency today, sporting jeans and a plain jacket as he wandered the city looking rather grim and saddened by the events of last night. He shuddered at the unusual chill spreading throughout the streets of Silvermoon; pulling his hands into his jacket to, not very effectively, attempt to warm them up. His stare met with a few lone rogues for a moment, before again they hit the floor as he continued on the path, the light from the Court of Sun appearing stronger then before; almost embracing Ronae as he took his first step within. Romathi walked toward the fountain, taking a seat by the side of it he stared into the reflection of himself, noticing a bird approaching at incredible haste from afar. He’d move if he didn’t at once recognise the markings on the bird, it would of course be Akalo Mistrunner.

The bird swooped down, before circling Romathi and landing by his side. Romathi peered down toward it, a fog-like substance spreading from the form of the bird; hooves and a beast-like body evident within. The Tauren stood straight, removing a kodo skin from his bag as he began to drink the contents of the fountain using it, collapsing onto all fours again totally disregarding Romathi Ronae for now. Ronae thought something of it, raising an eyebrow at the deed.

“You could have just asked for a glass of water, I am not sure you should be drinking from this fountain.”

“I am thirsty.”

“Which is why-“

Romathi was interrupted by a now firmly stood Akalo Mistrunner, smiling brightly as he licks off any remaining water residing around the top or sides of his lips. “You were saying? I was thirsty.”

“Nevermind.”

“How are you feeling, today?”

“Well enough, I suppose. And yourself?”

“Just fine, actually. You have been taking good care of the Totem, now?

“Of course I have. Hopefully within the next ten thousand years you’ll actually tell me how to use the darn thing, Akalo.”

“I believe the only one who knows how to use it is yourself, Romathi. I am done here for now, only needed a drink.”

With that, Akalo Mistrunner smiled and climbed onto all fours again, beginning to reach his left hand upwards toward the sky, the muscles within his arms expanding before relaxing, fur spreading throughout his form as he assumes the shape of a bird. Akalo Mistrunner flew upwards through the biting morning wind, Romathi Ronae remaining much attached to the ground and all the problems that had stalked him on it.

“Hah, for a second I thought we’d be able to manage a respectable conversation that would last more than fifteen seconds. My bad again.”