As Time Elaborates: Aitana’s Resolve.

[Ianodil]

Chapter One of Four: An Unscripted EncounternnIanodil soared atop the sleepy mountain preface of the Barrens-Feralas-Mulgore Junction, scouting the rocky helmet from the heavens upon his magnificent drake for areas of enticing archeological find. From the clouds did he spot an intriguing anomaly amongst the dusty terrain; a field of green, a sparkling lake, and a lazy tipi grounds. This almost sacred earth seemed at peace, untouched by the rest of the war torn world. Ianodil made a swift descent to the grassy knoll, elegantly floating off of his drake to walk along the perimeter. As his eyes admired the serenity of the landscape, so did he too keep a keen watch for artifacts, as he was on a quest to find treasures as all would-be diggers do. To his wonderment, the lake enticed him to gaze upon its immaculate visage, like a sultry goddess misleading a wayfarer. An amazing feat, he thought, as most of the Sin’dorei breed have proven detached from the natural spirits due to their prideful, analytical customs. As he lost his self in the mirror of the water, or perhaps in his own reflection, a twinkle in the shore dirt caught his attention. He then clumsily swiped his sword along the ground, back and forth as if testing the spot for antiquity. He already knew it was nothing but simple earthy element, yet the trance of the site had him acting before thinking. As he dragged his sword along the shore, he spotted yet another interesting treasure, however this was not of something crafted by a sentient… or, so it seemed. nnnnThere rested an vibrant, glowing flora, seemingly foreign to the dusky background. Ianodil was certainly no herbalist, though wise enough to recognize an immigrant flower. In his curious stupor did he kneel down and tug at the fronds of the plant. To his surprise however, the plant responded back. It laughed as if tickled. It yelped as if pinched. Ianodil now looked around, bewildered as he now believed he may have discovered a place that was on a separate plane from the rest of the Azeroth. Perhaps the long day in the overbearing sunshine had touched the poor blood elf in the head, so he thought in a third person demeanor. Then, to his astonishment, a small emanation of smoke and magic blew up in his brow. He brought his eyes to the sky and saw standing over him a gentle outline, none other than the modest Aitana; wise elder and foster mother of the many wayward champions of Nyx. “Oracle?” said Ianodil in an airy tone. After a short moment of staring and smiling at each other, Ianodil stood up, patted down his robes and said, “Well, this may be the most astounding occurrence to happen in a good while.” Aitana stood with a cheery grin and gentle eyes, softly saying “I certainly did not expect to see you here. What brings you here sprout?”nnnnIanodil scratched the back of his head in a very banausic manner, and said “Tug on a seemingly foreign plant and it turns into an ‘Aitana’.” She smiled. “Well Elder, I was simply committing to some archaeology.” Aitana let out a hearty chuckle, then said, “Well, here you are.” Ianodil smiled with embarrassment and responded, “I am." As there was a lul in the awkward meeting, Ianodil attempted to break the silence. "Is this...” said Ianodil, simultaneously pointing to the vacant tipi. “Would you care for some Starfire Espresso to warm you up?” injected the wise druid in a homely tone. Ianodil looked Aitana as she made way to the tipi, saying “Oh yes, yes, please.”