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The pretty warlock roamed restlessly through the apartment. She missed Wyntar, and she missed Kreindis. She wondered if maybe there was something wrong with her that made the ones she loved and cared for leave her alone.

Actually, she knew why Wyn had left her, Zyss had chosen the handsome paladin over the comely mage. And she regretted that decision. She had not seen or talked to Krei in ages. Of course, he was stationed in Pandaria, someplace totally inaccessible to her. Many of her letters were returned, and she was growing despondent over living here all alone.

She lay on the bed she had shared with Wyn, and found herself wondering if Wyn missed her. She sat up and decided she needed to write to the mage, perhaps it wasn't too late for them. Zyss knew how much Wyn had loved her, maybe, just maybe they could rekindle that spark and fire they had experienced before. Light, she hoped so.

My dearest Wyntar...

Shattrath City -

I languished in bed for the better part of the day, having been up most of the night. I walked around the small apartment we had leased, and found my robe. I'm not really sure where he was, but I fixed a pot of tea, and went to check the mail.

I was surprised at a letter from Zyss, and brought it in and opened it. I was only beginning to read it when the damnable kettle began to whistle. I fixed the pot of tea, and sat down in the large comfy chair Jorym seemed to like so much. Mmm, it smells of him, and lay my head back to enjoy his scent and a few sips of the tea. Then I began to reread the letter.

My heart began to beat faster as I read the words she had written on the paper. "Mistake...I love you...take me back?...I miss you so..." I lowered my hand that held the letter as I thought about that pretty warlock. My heart still ached from deciding to leave her to her paladin. Yet, the love I hold for her is still fresh, and I moaned in the chair, as I ponder what to do.

I am tossed between the love I feel for her, and the enjoyment I am having here with my own paladin. I shake my head, and smile, there really is no contest, as I rise from the chair and begin dressing, and packing the few bits and pieces I have here away.

He'll find someone else in a little while, there really wasn't anything strong between us, mostly a physical thing that was immensely pleasureable for the both of us. But Zyss, she's something totally different, I do love her with all my heart, and I want this to work between us. Every relationship can hit a snag or bumpy spot, and we will grow closer as a couple from this. At least that is my wish.

I cast the spell to take me home. Home...to my love, to my Zyss.

The warlock had been busy fixing a pot of pot of tea, and came out of the kitchen with a tray and the pot when the mage entered the living room. While it startled and excited her, she had the sense to set down the tray on a steady table before running to Wyn.

Zyss wraped her arms around the mage, holding her tightly, softly repeating over and over, 'You came back, you came back." Tears formed in Zyss eyes as she held Wyn close to her. Never again would she ever doubt the love she held for this woman, never again would anyone or anything ever come between the strong feelings she felt for her lover. Never again.

Wyn dropped her packages and such to wrap her arms around Zyss. She softly shushed the warlock in her arms and she too felt the tears flow as she held this woman in her arms, the one she would love with all her heart forever. Wyn turned her head slightly, to lightly kiss Zyss' temple, then cheek.

Zyss felt Wyn's lips touch her cheek and turned to seek her lips with her own. Their lips met, and they held each other tight, as they reconnected their love for one another in a long lingering kiss of warmth, desire, and passion. Zyss was the first to moan as she pressed her lips against Wyn's.

As they seperated, Zyss whispered softly, "I have missed you so much." Wyn nodded as she looked over the one she thought she would never see again. She hugged Zyss close to her, inhaling her fragrance, and feeling her form next to hers, and she kissed Zyss again.

From the pages of my journal:

I have finally come to the realization that Kel and I may never be together again. It still pains to think of our relationship as over. I have not been closer to anyone as much as I was to that woman...

I still try to keep my life together, I am coming to accept what's happened. I did all the wrong things - crawling into a bottle, trying to dull the pain. I tried to bargain with myself thinking all these "if onlys" that might allow me to be with her again. To going on murderous rampages slaying hozen, sha, even Alliance troops. I still isolate myself from people who love me, people who are my friends...and I need to get over it.

She moves on with her life, so should I...without her. Light....light, I don't want to go on...I don't...

McDonald and Ellie have been rocks for me. Without their friendship, I don't know if I would be here anymore. Mac has watched over the garden, while Ellie has consoled me as best as she can.

A part of me wants to run to Kiki, and have her care for me, but that would be wrong on so many levels, most of which would be me asking and taking, but giving nothing in return. I'm just not sure if I could ever love again...not like with Kel.

Mia's death had been hard and so sudden. My heart was broken and I thought much like I am now. And I found solace and refuge in Kel'tira... this pain is far deeper and I'm not sure if I will ever recover...from this.

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from the pages of my journal:

I have found some solace in the arms of Brewmistress Kiki, my dearest friend who had consoled me when I had lost Karamia. She took me in and held me so close, and patted my back and shushed me when I found myself breaking a part.

She let me cry myself to sleep, and then lay beside me, holding me close to her warmth. The inn was deserted, and there was only Kiki and myself there. The pandaren stroked my hair, and told me that I would love again. I told her I never wanted to allow myself to be that close to anyone again. She nodded, "You say that now, little cub, but time will heal this deep wound you have, and love will find you when you least expect it."

I rolled over and faced this friend who knew me so well. "Kiki, I...well, you maybe right, but it will have to find me deep in the lands of Pandaria, for I will lose myself there. I don't deserve love, at least that is the way I feel right now." She held me to her shoulder and smiled as she shushed me.

"My dear friend, rest here with Kiki, and tomorrow I will fix you a nice breakfast, and we will talk, you and I. Like the old days. I haved missed you very much, and wondered how you were. But this is not the way I wanted to see you." Her paw came up to caress my cheek, and she rocked in the bed with me in her arms. I found myself nodding off quickly.

I awoke naked as a jaybird, and beneath the blankets. I wondered for a moment, then let it go. She had seen me at my best, and saw me now at my worst. And knowing her, she was washing my clothes and fixing a big breakfast.

"Rise and shine, little cub, I have a breakfast fit for a Pandaren for you!" Kiki's voice was light and cheeerful, and I smiled inspite of myself. "And pray tell me how I am to rise when I have no clothes?"

"There are robes in the closet there, and slippers to cover your feet. Now come and eat before your eggs grow cold, and and your porridge all clumpy." She turned and started towards the kitchen, but not before she turned and winked at me over her shoulder.

So it has begun...the long road to being alive again. With Kiki's help, and that of my friends. Oh, my soul is still in torment, and my heart still aches...however, I will heal, over time, just as she said I would.

Oh my stars! I think I have gotten myself pregnant!

I don't know how, as I took my herbs and preventatives so I wouldn't have to worry about this. And yet one of his little...oh no...no...no...no!

Zyss is fit to be tied, she is so excited for the two of us. And in a way I'm catching the joy of having a baby around the apartment. But the time...it's so long, and no magic. Oh, nix that, I will not hold back on using magic.

I suppose I should tell Jorym, but it will be difficult for him to see the baby unless...Shatt or Dalaran...I would not want to hold this news from him, -if- he really wants to know or cares...no, he would want to know...I grew to know him, and he would want to know.

Zyss has already been picking up a crib, and basinette and just buzzing around the apartment singing and being so happy. And somehow I think this baby will cement our relationship. I'm going to ask -her- to marry me this time. I wouldn't be able to have this baby without her.

Wyn took me to Dalaran. we went shopping, and looking at toys for our baby. Ooo, I am so excited to be sharing this with Wyn. I want her to know how much I will love him or her, and love Wyn all the more...

Oh my, oh my, oh my! We are engaged!!! She asked me over dinner in a really nice place with candles and I wondered why she was getting down on her knee with that fabulous white gown, when she asked me to marry her! With tears of happiness in my eyes I told her yes, and she kissed me. Oh, my, I can hardly believe it.

I love Wyntar so much. And I will do my best to make her happy and the baby happy. Wyn is everything I want in a mate, and I think we can make this marriage work. Light! I'm marrying Wyn!! I am walking on a cloud!

The pretty redhead looked out over the rocks and irregular skyline of Hellfire, and up into the sky above. Jen didn't know if they were moons, planets or worlds simular to her own, she could only think how beautiful they looked. And so close she felt she could reach out and touch each one.

Her calloused delicate hand fell slowly by her side, as she glanced around, embarrassed to have thought she could actually reach out and touch another world. But there was no one near, no one at all. And that singular thought brought an ache to her heart. And her hand went to her neck, and surrounded the beautiful necklace and the heart-shaped locket.

Jen's fingers deftly opened the clasp, and she looked down at the picture of her heart's desire, her Leon, her sweet precious Leon. She wondered again how many times she had opened the locket, and stared at his likeness. Leon would probably never know how much this simple bit of jewelry meant to her, and the love she held deep within her for this man.

He had touched a part of her that had not been touched or sought after, ever. For he truly cared, and that's what kept her holding onto a dream. For beside the locket, on the same necklace, a ring hung. A promise, a promise from Leon that he wanted no one else in the world but her, as his wife.

Tears filled her eyes, and the landscape blurred for a moment, as she thought of him, his embrace, and the kisses that stirred the fires within her. Leon...oh, my handsome Leon. Her lips kissed the picture again, and she smiled.

Light, I love you, my darling. Hear me and know I love you and always will...my Leon.

The soft dripping of water from nearby awoke the half-conscious paladin, as he lay still, wondering where he was. A slight stirring of the air around him indicated to him that there was either a window, or opening of some sort to allow airflow. As he opened his eyes, he noted the wall was a natural construct, not created by hands. A cave?

No need to guess, he thought, as he rolled over. He stifled the urge to moan as the soreness of stiffened muscles and dull aches assaulted his senses. His eyes blinked at the sunlight shining in from the cave entrance. He smiled as he found his mind was still sharp enough to think properly. He sat up and looked out the mouth of the cave he was in. He also noted he also wore the same clothes and armor that he had when he was taken, though his shield and weapon was missing.

His eyes narrowed as a night elf and dwarf walked across his line of sight a few dozen feet away. Where was he? Why was he here? And most of all, who were those death knights that had come soaring in? He wanted answers, and wanted them now!

The light shown in through the curtained windows as Fae tossed and turned. She had not slept well in days. Where was Neryth? Why had he gone missing? She could not find a clue, and no one seemed to know anything. Her eyes were red rimmed from crying. She missed him so much!

The house was mostly silent as the day began as it had so many times before. Finally she gave up and climbed out of bed. The ritual of bathing and getting dressed was mostly routine, but she could not help but find a bit of comfort doing it. The kitchen was clean and neat as she went to fix some tea and make some breakfast. Another day without her Neryth, where was he? What was happening?

She missed him so much she could hardly stand it. As she sat there sipping her tea, a queasy feeling stirred in her stomach. She frowned and placed a hand on it, wondering what it could be? She had not even eaten yet, the tea was fine, just a bit of honey in it. She glanced up at the calendar and suddenly realization struck her. The time was way past for her last cycle. "No! It cannot be!! Not now when my sweet Neryth is missing!!"

A few months, and I hate being pregnant. Zyss is a wonder though, as she cleans and prepares for the arrival. We have a baby's "room" set aside in our master bedroom. I thought it better to use Zyss's old room for the baby, but she wasn't having that. She wants it in here with us.

She is such a blessing, and I cannot wait to make her mine officially. Though I expect when we do marry, I'll be as big as a house, and I'll point at Zyss and say it's all her fault. It makes me laugh, and other times it makes me cry. And yet, she holds me in her arms and I feel content. I love that pretty little warlock.

She has taken up reading when she isn't flitting about cleaning, cooking, and doing all the sundry work. And she is a voracious reader. She has consumed almost an entire shelf of books, and looks to finish another before the second tri-mester ends. And not just treaties, experimental summaries and such, but tomes of history, combat strategies, and magic in general. Some of which I didn't even know I had. Are they mine, or did I borrow them?

She drops anything she is doing to help me. The little lamb, her love seems to have no boundaries. I can feel her love and caring in all she does. And when she lays with me on our big bed, she holds me through the night and quiets my fears of the baby, and how it will change our lives. I hold on to her, for she has become my rock to cling to. What a strange turn of events. It used to be I was the one she turned to, life has a way of balancing itself, I guess.

Zyss...I think I'll keep her. I'm happy knowing she feels the same way.

I fill my days with work, healing those in need, and building a rapport with the pandaren people. I explore this new land slowly, and continue to find something to excite me each day. However, it is the nights I find so lonely.

I miss my bard. I miss her eyes, her sweetness, and harmony with life. I know she strives to seek her way, and I wish so much to be with her. Yet, I know I would only overshadow her, and perhaps make her doubt or second guess her own decisions. And that I can not and will not do to her.

I miss her singing, and singing with her. Of playing together in musical harmony, sharing a special bond the tune would wrap us both up in. Never has my spirit risen as high as it has when I am in harmony with pitch, tone, and chords with her. She is a muse for me to look to for inspiration.

There is more to it than that though, my heart speaks with hers on a deep and personal level. We connect in a very intimate way with our words, touch, and minds. I love her, and I hope this time way from each other has not caused her love to wane. But instead to blossom and grow, and know how necessary that love is for us both.

At the moment, I feel incomplete, as though something vital was gone from me. And in my heart of hearts, it is Hahnai that will only be able to fill that void within me.

I am half a man without her.

The sun was warm as it hung high in the deep blue sky over Halfhill. The priest worked hard harvesting the previous day's crop, his hands calloused and strong from working the small farm he had claimed as his own here in Pandaria. A sheen of sweat covered his brow, as he finished picking the melons and scallops he grew for two of his affiliations.

He decided to take a brief rest before planting the next day's rotation of the same vegetables. He sighed as he sat on the stairs to his humble shack he called home. It wasn't much, merely a place to store his seeds, cook a small meal, and rest from his daily routine of harvesting, and planting or excursions to the Skyrange mountains. It was becoming more and more a home for Azmos, albeit a lonely home.

He sipped from the skin he had place on the stairs for a quick break. The water was cool and refreshing, and he smiled as it revitalized and refreshed his energy. Az set the skin down to stand and stretch, the simple loincloth the only garment he worn on this warm sunny day. The sun caught some of the fine white hair that covered his torso, and caused his pelt to shine vibrantly. Azmos moved towards the field to begin the new planting when she turned off the road to walk up the hill to pick up the daily allotment of melons.

Her brown eyes scanned over the strong and fit holy man as he walked towards her to help her with the pick up. She could not help but smile when he bent over to lift the box of melons he had grown. It seemed his lioncloth had risen a little higher than it should have, and she got a half moon view. She giggled loudly, and covered her mouth as he began to blush, and turn as to keep her from seeing anything further.

"Here's your melons, Yunli. And forgive my clothing misshap. I'll wear something more appropriate tomorrow.", his deep voice had a strong tinge of embarassment within it.

"No problem, Azmos. And please, don't change on account of me. I liked what I could see. Perhaps we could go fishing or swimming later, and spend a few hours together?" Her eyes twinkled, and there was a playfulness in her voice.

"Um, yes, sure, I would like that Yunli. I'm in great need of filling my fish larder. Would in a few hours be alright?"

"Perfect. And Azmos...wear what you have on, I like that style on you." And she giggled again, and took the crate of melons from him. "I'll bring a picnic lunch along, just in case."

"Just in case...of what, Yunli?"

"Why, in case you need to rebuild your strength of course." And she giggled louder as she turned and returned to the road, but not before she stopped and gave him a wink before walking further, and turning out of sight.

"Rebuild my strength? Wha...?" His faced burned again at the thought of what the pretty Pandaren was suggesting. And he chuckled as he turned to begin replanting, his head shaking at the wonder of straight forward pandarens.

It was late afternoon, before the sindorei priest was finished with his chores, and bathed, and put on a simple tunic and trousers. He sat on the stairs overlooking his small acre or so of farmland in Pandaria. He liked the simple life here, it relaxed his body and soul, and he found the Pandarens a wonderful people.

True to her word, Yunli came up the road, and Azmos met her there. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she looked at the elf dressed, "Azmos, where is that wonderful outfit I saw you in earlier?' Yunli's voice was light and teasing as she looked into the elf's eyes.

Az's brow furrowed, "You mean, um, that you really wanted me..."

The pandaren moved up close to him, interupting him, her hands on his chest, "Of course I want you, you silly man, otherwise I would not be here." Her fingers moved to the opening of his tunic, and touched the white hair that grew thick on the elf's chest, a soft sigh came from her as she did so.

An eyebrow shot up at what the woman had said, and he looked into her half closed brown eyes. They were warm eyes, eyes that held his, as she drew close to him. And he found his arms slipping around her, pulling Yunli closer. Her face was close to his, and he could feel her warm breath on his neck. His deep voice was soft and low as he looked into her warm brown eyes, "Yunli..."

She could feel his arms around her, how long had she wanted him to be close like this. She saw him almost daily and he never seemed to see her as anything but a customer. She knew he was a quiet man, and perhaps he needed a little push. But now, he seemed to be doing just fine, and that pleased her immensely.

Her lips touched his neck in a light kiss, and she kissed his jaw, then his cheek, and he turned to kiss her lips tenderly. His embrace grew tighter, as the kiss lingered, and intensified. Yunli pulled his head closer, not wanting to break the moment or this kiss.

As the morning sun peeks over the horizon, Hahnai stirs and turns over in her bed. Alone again, she misses her Azmos. She has been studying hard for her work with the Argents. But the dream she had about Az made her very sad. "He has moved on and I am forgotten. I hope he is happy with his life in Pandaria." a silent tear rolls down her face.

She is young and still very much aware of the stares of the many SIndorei who come to her performances when she sings for the gatherings. But without Azmos she feels only half as good.

The whispers clamor in her head and she takes another draught of the herbal tonic that helps her ignore them. She is now hopelessly addicted to the stuff. It numbs her mind and makes her forget all the things that happened to her in the past...for awhile.

He held her in his arms and as the kiss deepened, he remembered the pretty songstress, and the teal colored eyes that held him. And as he pulled away, Azmos whispered her name, "Hahnai".

Yunli stiffened in his arms, and she pushed herself away from him. "Who is this woman you speak of while you hold me in your arms, and kiss me!?"

He didn't see it coming, and he didn't wake up for an hour. And when he did, he found himself in his small field, touching his jaw tenderly, and nodding at the thought that she sure had a very strong right hand, or fist. Whatever it had been, it had brought him back to reality and just how much he missed and need Hahnai.

He ran to his small hut, and pulled out his old back pack, and several other large pouches. He tore off the tunic and trousers, and redressed in his travelling clothes and robe. Azmos' mind ran quickly over where he should go, and where his love could possibly be.

The waiting was over, and he would no longer linger here. He needed to find her, and then by the Light he would find the true way to heal her and make her his own. No longer was there any doubt about how he felt. He had been sleepwalking, while who knew what was happening to Hahnai. He slipped the pack over his shoulders, picked up his staff, and closed the door to his life here.

Light, Hahnai, I am coming. We are meant to be together...we are one. And he took a deep breath as to calm himself, and he stopped beside the road, pulled out a colorfull prysm. He closed his eyes, and whispered quietly, as the crystal grew warm. There was a sudden burst of light and the tiny dragon buzzed around the priest, chitter and chattering the whole time. As it flew to land on Azmos' shoulder, it crooned and chirped up at the elf.

"Cosmo, I need your help, and I need it so badly. You remember Hahnai? Yes, the one with the lute. I need to find her...we need to find her, my old friend. Will you help?"

Something in the tone of the elf's deep voice, the concern, the worry gave the celestial dragon no doubt he would help Azmos. He crooned and leaned against the priest's neck. As for Azmos, he knew that A'dal had given him something, and had connected to Cosmo as well. Together they would find her, and his hope was to reunite with the one that truly held his heart.

Light, let it be so.

Her mouth felt like cotton was stuffed in every corner, her head throbbed like a troll was using it for a drum. How could she go on this way? The wine helped a little, washing away the cobwebs in her mouth. But the voices...the cries of torment and the screams of terror ate into her very soul. She cringed and huddled in the corner of the small tavern she had found in Northrend.

All around her they danced now, they did not care that the singer was huddled in the corner nearly catatonic from the pain. She heard the steps come closer and she opened blurry eyes to see the blue haired troll reaching for her. "Mon...ya all right? Ya look ta be in bad shape...what kin ol' Gan'Jin do fer ya?"

Hahnai shook her head, but that only increased the throbbing and the pain. She whimpered and tried to take a deep breath to speak. "Need more...tonic...to shut out the voices...my head...killing me..." she whispered. The flask she carried was empty, the last of the special tonic had been emptied only yesterday. No one in Northrend seemed to know how to make it.

The old troll picked up the flask and sniffed at it. "Mon! Dis be bad mojo...ya need betta...what yer problem be? Ya hear voices? Ya be a Seer? Let me tink...mebbe I find ya sometin' to ease dat...what be in dis tonic? Ya know?" he was concerned. The troll had a great deal of respect for the Seers. He wanted to help.

Hahnai trembled and shivered, she needed her tonic badly. It was her own fault for running so low. She had stayed in the cold north too long. She needed to return to Silvermoon...soon. Looking at the troll with her teal eyes tinged with red, "I need more tonic...it contains some things only found in Silvermoon. Maybe a mage can give me a portal there? I don't know any mages. Find me a mage...please." she whispered hoarsely.

She lay back in the hot water, letting it cleanse and relax her at the same time. A heavy sigh escaped her as she thought of her lover and soon to be husband, Leon. Her hand moved unconsciously to her graceful neck, where her fingers caressed the lovely locket he had given her. She sighed again, longing to find him, and have her way with that handsome son of a paladin.

Her eyes began to slowly close, as the heat of the hot springs relaxed her to the point of slowly falling asleep. Her mind drifting away with the things she would do that man, first things first though, food. She would have plenty on hand so they wouldn't have to go out for several days. She wondered what it would be like to drizzle a little honey or that chocolate concoction over him, and lick it off his chest. She smiled at the thought. Maybe he would do the same to her, and then she chuckled, a deep and sexy chuckle.

Jen slowly rose from the hot waters, the water dripping from her sleek sensous curves. Turning, she walked leisurely towards the steps leading from the pool, and picked up a long luxurious towel and began to dry her hair. Her body was toned and she tended to move like a cat, a jungle cat on the prowl. There was a grace and agility in her movement that gave those who saw her that sort of thought. Jen wrapped the towel around her and headed towards her room.

They had repaired and polished her armor, and she looked over the manikin that held it up for display and easy access to wearing it. Her hand slid over the cool metal plates, and chainmail extensions. She thought maybe, then shook her head, and dropped the towel to the floor as she entered the large closet.

She put on the rather small red intimate apparel, hoping Leon would find her here, and surprise him with them. The long robe red robe she put on fit her well, accenting her form, and allowed her to feel a little naughty at the same time. She gazed at herself in the mirror a moment liking what she saw. She picked up the brush and began to run it through her long thick mane of red hair.

Her thoughts returned to Leon, and how much she wanted him here with her. To feel his lips on hers, as his hands moved over her, and then her hands roaming over his own strong form. Mmm, how nice that would be, just the two of them, enjoying one another as lovers do. Again, her hand came up, and caressed the locket that hung about her neck.

Leon...I need you, my sweet man. Come home to me soon, so very soon.

“Thanks Mike. Don't let her know I'm here. I want to surprise her.”

Leon smiled as he tossed the key in the air, catching it easily. He had managed to swing a few precious days where he had nothing that needed doing. He had planned this since Shattrath and it was finally happening. He had three days to nothing but please his future wife and he was going to spend every second he could with her.

He had managed to change out of his armour into some casual clothes that made his steps almost silent as he walked along the hall to her room. The key fitted neatly in the lock and barely made even a whisper as he turned it and crept into her room.

The sight of her took his breath away. She was beautiful, no matter what she wore. That night, dressed in red, she looked the most beautiful he had ever seen her. She was his angel, his goddess, and how he ached to worship at her temple. The glint of a chain around her neck made him smile. She wore his locket. He watched as she reached up and caressed the locket. A smile crossed his face and he could stay hidden no longer.

He stepped out of the shadows and reached out a hand to cover the one that held her brush. He moved so that she could see him and allay her fears. “My Goddess. I've missed you so much.”

Azmos looked out over the verdant fields and hills of Halfhill, and the Valley of the Four Winds. The golden rays of the warm sun swept across the land insuring a good harvest for the morrow. Yet, even as he looked upon such a scene, the priest’s thoughts were elsewhere. His mind pondered the most likely place the lovely bard would be, and his thoughts kept coming to Dalaran.

As one of the larger metropolitan centers in Northrend, Hahnai may well be there sitting out the most cruel weather of the season there. There were several inns and taverns for the teal-eyed bard to make a living playing and singing for several months while the strong winter blizzards and storms raged below the floating city. At least, it was a place to start, he thought.

Finally his turn came up as he flew towards the Shrine of the Two Moons, and towards his possible future. He had stumbled and failed Hahnai, in neglecting to maintain contact with her, not a letter in weeks. What did that say about the love he felt? And Yunli, what had that meant? Out of sight, out of mind? Az was on his way to seek the pretty priestess, but what if she had forgotten about him? What if…

These thoughts were counterproductive, let the Light shine and dispel the fret and worry, he must see for himself, he had to know if she was alright, if the Light still shone in her. He bowed his head in prayer, worried and concerned for his love. He must find her, he must talk to her, and if she would have him back…he would seek her hand in marriage. For he knew he was only half a man without her, and Hani completed him. Azmos looked up into the azure blue sky, a smile on his face; for he had come to the sweet conclusion he needed her, and wanted her, if she would have him.

Finally, the white-haired priest stood before the portal, and stepped through, the terrible wrenching pulled him to the pad in Dalaran. Now the true search began, Light help me find her, I sense she needs me.