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

there was something to be said for her willingness – for the brightness that she seemed to bring to every one of their conversations. illidan was grateful for it. whether or not he spoke those thoughts was a completely different matter. he had never really come across another individual who was quite like maia. the smile that spread across her features caused his heart to flutter wildly, and he pointed his gaze to the ground. his cheeks burned red; were it not for the dark coat that colored his face, he would have looked like a beet.

“you know you're welcome to come visit any time. i'd be able to show you all the best places by the ocean,” he encouraged her with a quick wag of his tail. it seemed odd to him that she would ask something like that. then again, he had never formally invited her to come to his home, had he? maia would have been welcome in their fold any time, even as just a visitor.