Stavanger Bay and a loveless creature is a beast

for only a moment, illidan thought that it was her. that caiaphas had come down the beach and she would reprimand him for being gone so long, for worrying his sister, and for leaving his pack. it was not until he caught the glimmer of sea blue in her gaze that he realized. for a moment, the flash of familiarity had struck his features. it had only lingered there for a heartbeat before it vanished. her voice sounded, drawing his ears toward her. the rusty color swiveled atop his head and then cupped in her direction just as she had offered her greetings.
 
“hello,” the ghost returned to her with a small dip of his head. the rough sound of his voice was made as though he had not used it in several months. he was hoarse and tired, not at all the sound of a young man. illidan wondered if this woman would continue to approach him, or if she had arrived on the beach in search of something specific.