Ankyra Sound pearls and swine bereft of me

the boy moved throughout the sound slowly, taking in what he could. in his time on the plateau with kavik and liri, illidan had learned the lay of the land well enough to have traversed it in his sleep. the sound – though it stood as his true home – was more of a mystery to him than anywhere he had been before. the familiarity of the place clawed at his insides like a hungry cur in the streets. it was as though he should have known it, but he had allowed himself to forget, and that was a sharp slice of frustration.

prowling across the sand and then moving further inland, the dark-hooded wildling searched for things that would trigger his memory. it was not until he caught sight of the sea witch herself that he felt his thrumming heart settle in his chest. the burning of his missed childhood was forgotten in the familiarity of her features. illidan waited for her to close the distance and stood with his head low.