Ankyra Sound a drop of hell, a touch of strange

It should not have been such hard work to keep up with him, but it was. The sparring took a toll on Firefly and he was glad for the reprieve when they finished. The boy had the start of some good habits and together, the two of them could make formidable warriors out of one-another. But that was for later - Firefly was just as tired as his friend, and when Illidan plonked himself down in the sand for a rest it didn't take any sort of invitation for the wounded beast to do the same. While Illidan was watching the transitioning sky, Firefly was watching him - etching his face in to his mind in case that were to suddenly fade away, but before long he was drowzing.