Barrow Fields beyond the reach of human rage

the cheery woman seemed as though she was searching for something more inside of him. as sad as it seemed, the wildling was certain that there wasn't a better smile hiding beneath the one he had offered. in fact, maia had probably received the best damned smile he'd ever given anyone. the truth of the matter was the illidan lacked all of the charming genes that a young man might possess at his age. his familial lines had given him grit and the perfect expression of being haunted, but he had not done well in learning how to properly smile at a woman.

still, she agreed to venture with him back to the sound. illidan offered her a gentle wave of his tail and motioned with a swing of his muzzle for her to follow along. then, he set out at a well pace that would allow them a moment to chat if she should like to get to know him better. surely, her willingness to follow a strange boy around the beach was heavily influenced on whether or not she could get some normal responses out of him.

“do you... uh – are you from around here?” the dark-hooded savage inquired, glancing toward her with a nervous darting of his yellow gaze.