Blackbeak Bluff any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded

The wind picked up around them as Illidan spoke, and Raleska strained her ears to hear his answer over the loud chorus. It appeared he wasn't hunting after all - a tidbit that was perfectly fine with Raleska, because she wasn't in the mood to do much of anything.

She shivered as a rather sharp burst of wind clawed up her spine, averting her gaze from the cliffside. Illidan's thought of them floating was met with a bemused smile, but she didn't mock him for it. She didn't know enough about gravity to know how absurd that was. "Hmm.. I don't know. We could experiment, maybe." She rose suddenly and searched the area wildly, finding a long bough of fallen pine not too far from them. Carrying it back rather stiffly, Raleska muttered a muffled "Mfwatsh 'dis," and then hurled her mouthful of tree over the cliffs, watching as the wind did nothing and it hurtled to the depths below.