Barrow Fields beyond the reach of human rage

she had a cheery reply to his dark comment. it was surprising just how peppy she could be when faced with the dismal task of conversing with the young ghost. she carried it well, and even seemed as though she was enjoying her time with him. it was in this realization that illidan felt a sharp pang in his chest for having brought down their pleasant talk. he hadn’t realized how much of a downer he was being until it was too late.
 
maia was quick to offer a race and then to jet forward in a streak of slate and gunmetal grey. illidan followed her with his gaze for a moment before he had the mind to try and catch up. his limbs stretched out in front of him and made short work of the distance she had created. his heart thrummed the entire time.