Seaside Moors any groove to make you move,

wrapping up if you like!

He was quieted, and she exhaled, watching one moment longer before looking out and watching the shifting light that patterned the earth near the entrance.

Were these all?  Or had the others grown and also had children of their own?  Illidan... and the other, whose name she could not recall.  The former she hoped for.  She'd been fond of him too, if not with the love she had for his sister, then as much as she could have for a son who was not hers.  

If not, then it seemed the witch's legacy was hers to see forward.  Maybe she should have felt triumph, but instead, she felt oddly reflective.  A lot of late good to come from a relationship she'd at times reluctantly accepted, at times scorned.