Hushed Willows and now I hear the choir [festival]

there was a moment of swift relief when a familiar face appeared. while illidan had felt like a lost lamb among wolves, he found that the appearance of derg was enough to steal away the tension in his shoulders and back. grezig's brother had been a strange meeting. the young ghost had not been certain about what had been asked of him in their last conversation. he had done what he could to create a positive impression of the distant fellow. so it was a little strange to feel so welcoming – so warm – upon catching sight of him again.

“derg,” the young man remarked with a nod of his head. “things are well. what have you been up to?” he had thought to remark on the man's sister, but he realized that he still had not run into the woman. it was difficult to comment on her well being when he still hadn't spoken to her since her joining. part of him realized that he was likely avoiding her; their last conversation had not been as pleasant as it could have been.