Ankyra Sound pearls and swine bereft of me

it was not just her wisdom that he distrusted, but a vast majority of the world's. it was not as though he imagined that he was better versed in any of the things that were discussed with him, but that he felt as though he did not wish to be taken advantage of again in his life. now, illidan didn't believe his own blood mother would attempt such trickery against him, but he did not feel as though he knew her as well as she should have. it gave him more than enough room for pause.

the spindly woman dove in to the pool, and the boy recoiled back a pace as he watched her. it seemed as though the movements that she demonstrated were more than natural. to him, she looked as though she had been birthed from the sea instead of the land, and he envied that. she had found success in her lunge, but his features were scrunched as he closed the space between himself and the pool with hackles rising.

the shell that had been pulled from the water sat there at his foot and he glanced warily to his mother before leaning forward and gnawing against the tough shell of the thing. surely, hunting in the water wasn't nearly as beneficial as hunting on land. still, he tried to wrangle the thing open but found little success.