Emberwood and through it all, a dying wind of change blew

the boy’s whole life was pretty sad. it wasn’t something that he openly shared with everyone. no, it was the kind of turmoil and dismay that hid itself deep in the confines of a person’s soul. without knowing how, illidan had built thick walls around the sadness in his life; only he was allowed to endure it. it was unlikely that he would share it with maia. she was so pleasant and upbeat that he often felt like he was a bummer, dragging her down from her sweet high.
 
still, the slate woman didn’t seem to miss a single beat. she didn’t ask any more questions about the battle that had taken place. instead, maia offered to give him a story of her and her sister. it seemed as though she had found her own way to battle against dragons. illidan smiled softly at her – a thin lipped expression on his narrow muzzle – and nodded his head in encouragement. “yeah! okay. i’ll bet you’re a good storyteller,” he confirmed verbally, and even ventured to guess. she just seemed like the type.