Certificate of Ownership

<Corny flashback fade-in>

“Liss, this is ridiculous.” Tyrellian objected in a low voice as he tried to match Aeryliss’s pace without knocking in to anything.

The young elven girl giggled impishly as she maneuvered her tiny body between bushes, boxes, and other random street ornaments, trying to keep herself out of sight of the large figures several yards ahead. She stopped, peeking over a stack of boxes as the men she’d been following met up with another across the street. “Shh!” she shushed the boy as he opened his mouth to object again. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to ignore her.

“Liss, you don’t even know what they were talking about. How do you know it’s so important?” he demanded in a harsh whisper.

Aeryliss let out an impatient sigh, but her sly expression and the familiar twinkle in her eye gave her away. She’d never admit it, but she found Tyrellian’s tentative disposition rather endearing. She’d known him for quite some time, and despite his cautious nature, she had somehow always managed to convince him to accompany her wherever her reckless impulses led her. She enjoyed his company. He was quite a bit older than her comparatively, but he never spoke to her in that condescending tone that she hates. On occasion, she’d even catch him looking at her with the most peculiar expression – something close to admiration, yet different somehow. In any case, she liked being around him and often felt that he didn’t realize the extent of her appreciation. Despite the amount of time they spent together, he always seemed to be holding back. Part of her wondered if he was trying to protect her in some way, be some kind of “role model.” It frustrated her, but she let it go for once.

“Will you be quiet, Ty? I’m trying to listen,” she said as she slowly peeked out over the top of the box.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” he asked, trying to sound reprimanding, though she could sense the slightest tone of curiosity in his tone. She may have been reckless, but she was clever. He knew that; and she knew that he knew it.

“They could have important news for Lordaeron – something big. There is a war going on, you know.” She frowned with disappointment as she watched the three men part ways, slumping back down against the wall. “We missed it!”

Tyrellian smiled at her with a sort of paternal admiration. “Well, if it was anything important, we’ll hear about it soon enough. Come on, let’s get out of here.” He looked to make sure the street was empty before standing upright and reaching a hand down to help her up. She grabbed it, stood up, and brushed her robes off idly.

“I’m not going to be here much longer, Tyrellian,” she reminded him as though it were somehow related to the situation at hand. He shot her an unconvincing smile.

“Well,” he said, “I just hope that you’re not too smart for me when you’re done with your training in Dalaran. Don’t forget to get your head out of those dusty old tomes every once in awhile.”

“As long as you’re not out getting yourself killed on the front lines with the rest of  the Farstriders,” she replied in a startlingly casual tone.

“You saw how much support Anasterian sent to aid the Alliance. I don’t think they’re all that important to him. Unless things take a turn for the worst, I don’t think it’ll come to that,” he said with confidence. “Besides,” he added with a slight grin, “I’m still a novice. They’d have to be really desperate to send me out there.”

<Corny flashback fade-out>

Aeryliss stood at the head of the great white Talbuk, admiring the strong build and elegance of the creature and the shine of its newly polished armor. It stared back at her with a familiar expression. In the few days since she acquired the mount, they’d formed a relatively solid relationship and seemed be at a mutual understanding. She glanced at the beasts eyes, and it hit her. It was a mostly indifferent expression, yet somehow vigilant at the same time. As soon as she saw it, her mind raced back nearly thirty years. She hadn’t heard from Tyrellian since sometime during the Second War. She’d left for Dalaran, and he’d gone off to train under the Farstriders. Something about the animal standing before her reminded her of her old friend. She swiftly mounted the beast, tugging the reins lightly.

“Let’s go, Ty.”


4 Responses to “Certificate of Ownership”

  1. 1 lanuriaparty 22 April 2009 at 5:07 am


    You’re making me want to roll him as an alt now. You mean, evil person you!

    • 2 aeryllusion 23 April 2009 at 8:27 pm

      :O Somebody should! But not you. I’d want him to meet Lan 😛

      Actually, that would be cool if someone could make him in-game though. . .

  2. 3 lanuriaparty 24 April 2009 at 1:07 pm

    I’ve been wanting to make a belf rogue boy to play with. >.> Rogues can be farstrides too~

    • 4 aeryllusion 24 April 2009 at 4:07 pm

      I know, but he’s definitely a hunter. 😛

      Besides, if I ever find someone to play him, I’d prefer having him as a pretty major character. Which means he’d have to meet Lan 😛

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