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whether or not they got along, illidan would always have considered the gold-touched male as his brother. he had even thought that it was curious his parents had taken the child with them when they were already struggling to feed themselves. after ephraim’s disappearance, illidan almost believed the svalinn had been sent there to fill the void of a missing brother. while that might have been a terrible though to have, he had carried it with him for some time. it was what helped him cope with accepting the stranger into their folds and calling him one of their own. it had done well to ease the burn of the loss of his other siblings, too.
 
with the invitation to spar, illidan sprung forward. his long legs carried him quickly so that the space between them was minimized. this was where they tousled and snapped until they had worn themselves to the bone. by the time they had finished their practice, illidan felt like he had already taken on the entirety of drageda and won. he hoped that it would be that easy when they finally struck.