05-01-2021, 07:59 PM
The change of scenery from the marsh to the terokkar forest was very welcoming. Though Nyxxa didn’t dislike the swamp, it was good to be moving forward and past the events that had transpired within it.
After a couple of days, it was apparent that the wounds she had suffered would take some time to heal. So the satyr had found herself less mobile than she would have liked. But the reduced mobility had more or less forced her to meditate and introspect.
Silver linings, I suppose.
There was always a lot to think about. But as Nyxxa meditated for the evening, her thoughts brought her to her inner demon, and his behavior since they all had arrived in Outland.
The silent treatment she had imposed on Vaerux six months ago had been unofficially broken for a long time. In hindsight the attempt to do so almost seemed childish. But then again, as Nyxxa looked back on a number of her actions, a lot of them seemed childish in hindsight.
She knew his words of encouragement during her breakdown and rage at her dying came more from a point of pride rather than him actually caring for her well being. She wasn’t fool enough to think his actions were anything but self-serving. But, even before those events, his reaction to her pursuing a cure to the curse had piqued her curiosity. She had been meaning to talk to him since then, but had been putting it off given everything else.
But, with little else to do, now seemed as good as time as any to catch up with the bastard.
I’m probably going to regret this.
“Hey, Vaerux. In the mood for a chat?”
After a couple of days, it was apparent that the wounds she had suffered would take some time to heal. So the satyr had found herself less mobile than she would have liked. But the reduced mobility had more or less forced her to meditate and introspect.
Silver linings, I suppose.
There was always a lot to think about. But as Nyxxa meditated for the evening, her thoughts brought her to her inner demon, and his behavior since they all had arrived in Outland.
The silent treatment she had imposed on Vaerux six months ago had been unofficially broken for a long time. In hindsight the attempt to do so almost seemed childish. But then again, as Nyxxa looked back on a number of her actions, a lot of them seemed childish in hindsight.
She knew his words of encouragement during her breakdown and rage at her dying came more from a point of pride rather than him actually caring for her well being. She wasn’t fool enough to think his actions were anything but self-serving. But, even before those events, his reaction to her pursuing a cure to the curse had piqued her curiosity. She had been meaning to talk to him since then, but had been putting it off given everything else.
But, with little else to do, now seemed as good as time as any to catch up with the bastard.
I’m probably going to regret this.
“Hey, Vaerux. In the mood for a chat?”