Ankyra Sound and welcomes little lasses in

the paler boy greeted illidan by name. the dark-hooded wildling dipped his head some and allowed a ghostly little smile to curl the edges of his dark lips. when he drew his sights back up, he was suddenly surprised at the growth that had occurred on svalinn. once a child who had to be carried between his father and mother, now a strapping young figure with a golden touch to his lean frame. he wondered what he must have looked like to this sibling, or if the younger man had any opinions at all on the matter.

“i heard you call to her,” the young savage responded in a surprising baritone. his hawkish yellow gaze darted toward his brother for a moment before he canted his head ever so slightly to the left. “has something happened?”

there was an awkward furrowing of his brows, feeling as though he had missed out on a monumental event. illidan had done his best to keep to the borders of the sound. in turn, he had missed out on a great deal of socializing with the others – recruits and prospects alike. it was for the best that he deterred himself from the company of those who were seeking a home; he was certain that they would not be impressed with his companionship. even in that regard, illidan believed that his mother was more capable.