Ankyra Sound Sometimes the past can make the ground beneath you feel like a quicksand

her initial answer was almost disappointing. for some reason, illidan had imagined that the piece of star that had landed wherever she’d discovered it had been something extraordinary. while he might have been a realist, the young ghost retained just a sliver of that childish portion that believed in things of magic and fairytale. it was fortunate that her story of finding the star had trailed into a story that she had crafted all on her own. illidan listened to her with an intent expression and ears that were rigid atop his dark crown.
 
the story that followed was more than enough to hook him. it was a tale of loneliness and of companionship. illidan found himself relating to the wolf who went to the lake to speak with the stars. he did not share this with maia, but still clung to the idea that he could share something with this man in her story.
 
“he didn’t make a wish once?” illidan could not stop himself from asking. his head tilted just slightly to the left as he inquired this. there was an earnestness in the sharp yellow of his eyes, as though he truthfully fretted for the man by the water – the man who was alone. there was something to be said for a creature who could live his life sharing without getting anything in return. it seemed to be an impossible task for the ghost. “this story is… kind of sad,” he then admitted, turning his head away from her.