Stavanger Bay do any men grow up or do they only come of age?

something had changed in his friend and illidan did not know when it had happened, or why. all he could do was stare at firefly with a doleful expression on his inky face. the hurt was difficult to mask, so he did little to hide it. it didn’t seem to matter how he felt about any of it, though. firefly had made up his mind; he wasn’t a part of rusalka anymore. having to confirm that thought in his head, the ghost gritted his teeth and swallowed heavily, hoping to clear the lump from the back of his throat.
 
no matter how many times he had thought of the future, and no matter how uncertain he was of what it would hold for him… illidan always had imagined that firefly would be there. it was foolish, he knew, to think that he could keep someone in one place with only his thoughts. as he stood on the border of a pack, he knew nothing about, talking to the one person he never thought would leave, the young ghost felt the familiar prick of disappointment. that was what being a fool would get him.
 
unable to continue this conversation any longer, illidan lowered his head toward the sands and breathed a soft sigh. the look in his friend’s eye was enough to tell him that he was not welcome there – the invitation to enter the pack had been retracted. the wildling could hardly handle the pain that was pouring through his frame in every second that he stood there and listened to firefly speak the way that he had. the young man turned his back and pointed himself toward rusalka once more.
 
“i hope you are happy, firefly…” he remarked sadly before making his way down the stretch of beach and out of sight.