01-17-2022, 01:14 AM
"Dere be a lot of tales 'bout zonbi like her. Dey say lotta tings 'bout how they act, what dey do. But Vel didn't seem like mosta dem. Even if some ya heard say it could be spread like dat, don'tcha tink others of 'er friends would've been turned by den? If all it takes be a bite, what'd be stoppin her from turnin' Seria or de others? If it be dat easy, do ya really tink Rokhan and Seria would've vouched for her?"
Zufli'jin shook her head. "Ya lettin' fear control ya mind. Conjecture rule ya judgement. And in doin' so, ya coulda nearly caused a panic. Droppin' de presence of a zonbi in public minutes afta Zalazane's fall, and ya didn't tink for a moment dat ya might cause hysteria? Or was dat what you were hopin' for in the first place?"
The chieftain sighed and shook her head again. "Ya raise good points, Zar'Kaa. Rokhan didn't tell me 'bout Vel. But I also wasn't his chieftain at de time. Not really. Dat bastard didn't owe me an explaination. As for why he didn't tell Vanira, well, dat be between dem. She ain't happy, no, but when de same zonbi be responsible for givin' her a chance to say goodbye to her mate and chief, prevent an uprisin' from happenin' under our noses, not to mention reunite her wit her long lost son, ya be understandin' why she be conflicted too, mon."
Zufli'jin gestured around the beach where they stood. "And open ya eyes, mon. Look at de tribe. For the first time in a generation, our people have somewhere we might just be able to call home. Somewhere we might be safe. An' ta make it dat way, we gonna need all hands on deck. You really tink I can afford to exile troll like Rokhan right now? Tink of de ramifications. You saw what happened last time I made a heated decision over someting like dis. We just started mendin' de cracks in the Darkspear, Zar'Kaa. Ya really want me to open dem up again, just like dat?
"It ain't gonna happen, mon. Rokhan be too useful. I ain't happy wit him either, but we be needin' him as much as he be needin' me if de Darkspear are to have a future. And de same goes for Seria. Dey remain Darkspear, same as you, and every other troll out dere."
Zufli'jin smirked. "'Sides... do you really tink I want to deal wit Zen'tabra if she found out I exiled Seria twice? I already not be lookin' forward to de earful her be givin' me next time she be showin' up here."
"As for de zonbi... well, I guess I be figurin' out what to do about dat if Velameestra ever try to come back here again. But we got other tings to worry 'bout now... and I got a feelin' she does too." She was very much alive the last time she had met her, after all... but neither had the elves lost their homeland of Quel'thalas. Though she knew not the context, she didn't need it to assume a correlation between the otherworldly invaders she had heard of and her nature as a vampyr.
How many others might there be? The thought crossed her mind briefly before she returned to the present.
"Besides," she said, "Seria still be travellin' wit de zonbi," she said. "If Velameestra do be a threat to de Darkspear tribe, it be better to have someone wit eyes on her. Don't ya tink, mon?"
Zufli'jin shook her head. "Ya lettin' fear control ya mind. Conjecture rule ya judgement. And in doin' so, ya coulda nearly caused a panic. Droppin' de presence of a zonbi in public minutes afta Zalazane's fall, and ya didn't tink for a moment dat ya might cause hysteria? Or was dat what you were hopin' for in the first place?"
The chieftain sighed and shook her head again. "Ya raise good points, Zar'Kaa. Rokhan didn't tell me 'bout Vel. But I also wasn't his chieftain at de time. Not really. Dat bastard didn't owe me an explaination. As for why he didn't tell Vanira, well, dat be between dem. She ain't happy, no, but when de same zonbi be responsible for givin' her a chance to say goodbye to her mate and chief, prevent an uprisin' from happenin' under our noses, not to mention reunite her wit her long lost son, ya be understandin' why she be conflicted too, mon."
Zufli'jin gestured around the beach where they stood. "And open ya eyes, mon. Look at de tribe. For the first time in a generation, our people have somewhere we might just be able to call home. Somewhere we might be safe. An' ta make it dat way, we gonna need all hands on deck. You really tink I can afford to exile troll like Rokhan right now? Tink of de ramifications. You saw what happened last time I made a heated decision over someting like dis. We just started mendin' de cracks in the Darkspear, Zar'Kaa. Ya really want me to open dem up again, just like dat?
"It ain't gonna happen, mon. Rokhan be too useful. I ain't happy wit him either, but we be needin' him as much as he be needin' me if de Darkspear are to have a future. And de same goes for Seria. Dey remain Darkspear, same as you, and every other troll out dere."
Zufli'jin smirked. "'Sides... do you really tink I want to deal wit Zen'tabra if she found out I exiled Seria twice? I already not be lookin' forward to de earful her be givin' me next time she be showin' up here."
"As for de zonbi... well, I guess I be figurin' out what to do about dat if Velameestra ever try to come back here again. But we got other tings to worry 'bout now... and I got a feelin' she does too." She was very much alive the last time she had met her, after all... but neither had the elves lost their homeland of Quel'thalas. Though she knew not the context, she didn't need it to assume a correlation between the otherworldly invaders she had heard of and her nature as a vampyr.
How many others might there be? The thought crossed her mind briefly before she returned to the present.
"Besides," she said, "Seria still be travellin' wit de zonbi," she said. "If Velameestra do be a threat to de Darkspear tribe, it be better to have someone wit eyes on her. Don't ya tink, mon?"