The night was darker than usual. Perhaps it's the season, but he'd be surprised if it was the only influecing thing. The threats leaped in.

He had met Acrona earlier that night. She seemed alright, luckily, perhaps there was a chance Azeroth could enjoy her wisdom and usefulness a bit longer than anticipated.

The low standing morning sun blinded her eyes. It hurt. She moved her hand over her face to block it, only to find out her body felt sore and heavy. "W.. where in the Lich King's name am I?", Katrien muttered with a coarse voice. She pulled herself up straight and gazed around her, getting her eyes familiar with the bright sun. "I've .. been here before", she thought, "this is Alcaz Isle. How did I .. get here?"

As is typical for the homelands ... rain and dark skies, yet the unmistakable feeling of homecoming, safety.

Eliras raised her eyebrows as she stared at her husband. Her daughter was waving her arms cheerfully as she crawled her way to the cookies her father had just droped to the floor.

Not even charging afther her daughter this time she just walked closer to her husband and slamed her hand on the table.

"Win back your money? What about the money 'I' payed in those days for dresses.. You never buy me dresses anymore anyway! This one is mine dear, let's see who wins this time!"

Trynian leaned back into his chair, sending his brother away with a slight gesture of his hand. He closed his eyes and breathed somewhat slower while linking both hands in front of his face. Slowly, he became consumed in thoughts.

It has been several months.

Whatever we built back then, whatever ruled, it was righteous. Ever since the fall of the Vanguard Order, the city has lost every sense of authority.

The dough squeezed itself trough Eliras' fingers when she rolled it forward over the small table she used as kitchen at the moment. She lifted her arm and used her shoulder to dry the sweat off her forehead, turning her gaze to the bed in the corner while doing so she smiled. Edhellen had woken up as soon as her father had climbed into the bed, as she was playing the puddle of water that lay in Trynian's boot and had been snow a while ago.

The blankets shifted and moved as Trynian's breathing became slightly more light once he started to relax next to her. Eliras had been awake scince he had been home, she had followed his heartbeat and footsteps trough the room while she made sure Edhellen would not make a suden move forcing her to breath more deeply and make him notice she was awake.

* Slowly lifting the glass of wine to his lips, Trynian stared absently towards the opposite wall of the room. He had just finished an interesting conversation with Lady Winterflow, and as usual, she gave him enough material to spend his night awake, to think and consider.