Bearclaw Valley "You have forgotten the face of your father.”

for illidan, that bear was a boon.

had he not boasted the scent of ursus' most imminent, he may as well have been treated as a vagrant, or lobstrosity, or worse -- some thing to be culled from their meadow or placed on display outside the grim spectacle that was their borders. astara, having little of the sight her sister and mate possessed, knew only the physical realm -- and in this realm, illidan bore the sigul of the bear.

he was to pass through, unarmed.

@Merrick would surely wish to meet his newest accolyte, but for now, astara stepped along the pine-straw path with one ear turned behind her. to illidan. to his query.

she halted, so he might see that he was heard.

she turned and looked at him, so he might see that he was seen --

and then, she gave a careless shrug of her shoulders. call her anything -- the wheel, jack andolini, gunslinger --

one thing was certain, however. he was one of them.