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Without a Trace

( A piece co-written by @grumpyoldfker with mentions of @allasticus )

[ Cue the Music ]

As Naralinthe strolled along the streets of Silvermoon, the walkways alternated between long shadows cast by shimmering spires, and blades of light from the evening sun as it crawled steadily toward the horizon. Dressed in her usual gold, she was a glittering star winking in and out of existence— blinding one moment and muted in the next. White marble blushed in the setting sun’s rays while cotton-candy-clouds hung lazily overhead, lending an ethereal quality to an otherwise ordinary evening.

Until she spotted the Patriarch standing in the Royal Exchange, looking oddly out of place.

He stared ominously forward, brow dipped— not in his customary frown, but one that would merit concern— with his gaze flickering from side to side as if searching for someone. His eyes finally settled on Naralinthe as she sauntered toward him. "Lady Emberdawn" he exhaled, sounding almost relieved while squaring himself toward her, indicating she was the one he sought.  “I pray your evening is not full enough to warrant a word or two?”

She would recognise that armor, and that frown, anywhere.  “Lord B’andtherion,” she echoed back, but upon seeing his pinched expression, paused to examine him more closely.   “Is everything alright?”  Golden irises scanned the old soldier from top to toe… and back again, searching for anything that might offer insight into his addled state. Had she done something to provoke his ire again?

He scanned their surroundings before taking a purposeful step forward, and it was obvious the following words were intended for her ears only. "Were it so, I would greet you with deserved formality, but," he shook his head, "given the nature of this conversation, I find my aim for decorum misaligned. I realize I should have called on you instead of plucking you from an evening stroll, but time is my enemy.” His voice lowered while retaining its edge, and he took a breath to calm his nerves. "My son, Allasticus, have you seen him? He has not graced his home in weeks.” Another breath, followed by a long pause as he considered the best way to deliver the news. “It is not unusual for him to wander for any length of time, as young men tend to do, but..." His face flickered, the concern of a Father undermining the discipline of a Patriarch, "…this is too long."

Naralinthe immediately frowned, the expression aging her both dramatically and instantaneously.  “I...” and the words caught in her throat with the weight of more than just curiosity, “I have not seen him.” She hated where this conversation was headed, and in such short notice, so she sought to comfort him. Long strides delivered her to his side, where she took his armored gauntlet into her delicate hands.  “When did you see him last, and where was he headed?”

Adonis expected her to respond empathetically but his expression darkened when he heard her reply. He nodded slightly, but was obviously distracted— his mind now trying to piece together a timeline of what happened in the days leading up to Allasticus’ disappearance. He did not resist her touch, though it was clear even as he stood confidently his grip lacked its usual firmness, betraying the tumultious storm now brewing in his mind. "He departed for Silithus with the intention of addressing a matter of concern. I spoke to him before he left less than three weeks ago. Yesterday I sent a group of Elites to search the location he provided but there was no trace of him… nothing whatsoever." His nostrils flared. "Yet even as I push for answers I am met with more questions. No one seems to know where he went."

Naralinthe ‘s gaze dipped toward his inattentive hand, and remembering the Patriarch’s distaste for public attention, she released her hold on him.  Both palms pressed to her skirt, idly smoothing the fabric of her gown as her gaze sought solace anywhere but in his eyes. The nature of their unplanned meeting and his addled state reminded her they were in a place where eyes and ears were always watching and listening. She took a step back, granting him space but also to avoid drawing attention to their conversation.  The last thing Adonis wanted was to give the rumor mill something to churn. “Silithus?” She whispered, “Why would he go there?”

His frown deepened with displeasure as she withdrew. The absence of her comfort made the space between them feel vacant, and Adonis rectified the issue by snaring her by the wrist before continuing with his explanation. "There was something causing issues with the archaelogical circles in that area. Explorers would go into the depths and return mad or not return at all. Something— or someone— was causing trouble, thus Allasticus went to neutralize the issue." He narrowed his eyes, "I question why they would send one into such peril alone, but the result speaks volumes. The madness has ended but my son is now missing."

Naralinthe felt the iron-clad clasp of plate cuffing her wrist, yet he treated her as though she were made of glass.  He did not squeeze, nor did he demand.  Instead his gesture pleaded with her to stay close.  Her eyes sought his, not out of pity, but out of a deep-seated desire to understand the turmoil roiling within him.  She had never witnessed the stoic Patriarch in such a vulnerable state, despite allowing him to see her that way.  “Something that speaks of causation as opposed to correlation,” she remarked with a frown.  They were both too old and far too experienced to believe in coincidences.

On the outside, the Patriarch maintained his stoicism, and to the untrained eye appeared as he always did, statuesque and unreadable. Yet beneath the glowing embers of his eyes was an unyielding tide of distress he battled to rise above. "I agree," he said with a grim undertone, "the only comfort I cling to is that he is missing and not gone. I have expended all my resources and no trace has turned up. Whispers... rumors at best, all leading to dead ends." He locked his stare on her, "If you see him, tell him to come home."

Naralinthe watched the storm clouds gather in his eyes, and she wondered how long it would be before the lightning struck.  Here was a man whose footfalls echoed like thunder, and his words summoned the rain.  To see him this way was unsettling to say the least, and a portend for the devastation he would unleash if he did not find his son.  “I absolutely will,” she assured him to the best of her ability, but she would not delude him with an empty smile.  “In the meantime, is there anything I can do to assist?”

 

He managed to keep his temper at bay for the time being, but one nudge in the wrong direction was all it would take for the raging Bull to run rampant and unchecked. His eyes lingered on the Lioness, and he tethered himself to the eye of calm her presence brought to his hurricane. "Yes. You are connected by social means that I am not. I would ask you to spread the word. Have others keep their eyes open and come to me if any new information arises." He nodded in her direction, "I understand you are a woman being pulled by many hands in several directions, but this hand begs for your aid. I ask as a father who cannot bear the thought of losing another son. Help me find him and bring him home."

 

Naralinthe was touched by his words, not because he pleaded with her, but by the authenticity that backed his plea.  It was a rare glimpse into the man’s vulnerability, something he shielded away from the rest of the world— something she was only starting to see for herself.  “I will start inquiring immediately, and I will have my Guardians do the same.”  Gingerly, she overturned his gauntlet to reveal the supple leather that housed its plate and pressed her fingers into the soft spaces between his.  “Stay with me tonight.”  It was hardly a request, yet she knew she could not make the stubborn Patriarch do anything he did not already wish to. “You should not be alone at a time like this.”

Weariness settled in as Adonis felt his eyes grow heavy, uncharacteristically so, and he blinked several times. Her request was met with a pause, but the usual resistance— whether from decorum or stubbornness— was absent. He felt strangely numb, devoid of all feeling, and that was reason enough for concern. His fingers curled into hers, and he opened his mouth with the intention of stating he should be out there looking, but days of searching without rest left him feeling exhausted. Fatigue took hold, and he acquiesced with a nod. "Very well," he sighed while guiding her hand to the crook of his arm. Anything was better than the numbness threatening to overtake him, so the old soldier grounded himself in the first thing he had felt in days— a sense of duty to walk her home.

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"Have you ever broken a bone?"

Nahi stretches out her arms and wiggles her fingers, “I have been extremely lucky in that.” Rapping her fingers gently on the polished wood table, “I am sure it will not last but for now I will just accept my good fortune and try not to mention it very often.”

(Thanks for the question Anon)

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Have you ever said something you immediately regretted the moment the words came out of your mouth?

“Quite often actually, I try and push through, but when I get called on it I often feel foolish, then I double down on the regret.” Nahi laughs, the sound uncomfortably strained compared to her normal chuckle. “I try and never apologize for what I have said unless it was rude, or hurtful, two things I try to not be.”

(Thanks for the question @theconstructsworld)

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"I want you to know I appreciate the help you've provided in getting me in touch with performers for the Gala! I hope your studies are going well, and you're not having to pull any all-nighters." - Altherei

“I am always happy to help people in performance circles, whether they are looking for performers, or showing up to shows. I do have to admit that I am a bit self-serving in this too. I love a good gala and I can’t wait to dress up and see if I can’t get a person or two to join me on the dance floor. “ Nahi chuckled softly, “School is going well, I think, I hope. I will get to know my final grades the week after the gala, and until I get them I won’t really feel comfortable with the work I have put in, even the all-nighters,”

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Curious minds want to know! She thinks that the people she is interested in may have relegated her to the friend zone. Who ARE the people that she is interested in?

Ah, now, she would never say those names out loud lest they catch on the wind and carry to the ears of those she is interested in. But thanks for the interest. (Thank you for the question Anon)

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Have you ever had more than one friend with benefits at the same time?

Nahi smiles brightly, brushing her curls back over her ear, “I have, but most of my life, my sexual encounters have been one night stands, or sort of friends with benefits. I am most in touch with those situations over involvement, so I go with that is in my comfort zone.” ”it is funny how that works, you become so used to something that it is where you focus your energies.” Lifting a hand up, then letting it fall, “Different is harder to consider.” (Thanks for the question @turning-through-the-never )

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"Have you ever dated anyone, Nahi?"

“Other than you?” The performer teased, “I will never let Jencir live that down you know.” The serious side of her kickedin, the one that not too many people got to see. “I go with many people to ball, galas, dinners, but those on going on dates with people not really dating anyone. So the answer would have to be no. It was much easier for me to deal with my life without letting people close.” ”Would I like to date someone? Probably, but the people I am interested in, I feel have relegated me to the friend zone. Yet, as I am bad at letting my feelings be know, it is really my own fault.” She paused a chuckled, “Maybe they are interested but they think I am not, whose to say? Not like I have a good handle on this all, with little experience.” (Thanks doe the question @kharrisdawndancer)

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Anon Day: What do you feel that you missing most in your life right now? Are you doing anything to try to remedy that?

Connection with people, but that is only a recent feeling because she has tried to avoid it most of her life. Slowly, she is opening up to people a bit more, but some interactions has left her feeling even more guarded. Would she like to open up with someone, yes, and @kharrisdawndancer ‘s Tinnaire gets most of that with her and @dicenne has become a confidant lately, but Mahi is an extremely private person, but, other than with them, no one really knows a lot about her, even if they think they do. And that is a-okay with her.

Except her therapists, but they don’t really count. (Thanks for the you for the question, Anon)

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Anon Day:

What is your favorite meal or comfort dish that always manages to cheer you up?

Nahi grinned and answered almost immediately, “Brownies. They were the first thing I learned to bake when I started cooking and anytime I have a heart to heart with my step-father, we usually do that over brownies. I makes all types too, never met a brownie recipe I didn’t become fast friends with.” (Thanks for the question @ruzzellgoldgrin)

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Anon Day - List a couple of phrases your character is fond of uttering. Where did they pick them up?

Nahi references the Light a fair bit, but she is not overly religious. Her fighting trainer in Dalaran was a Draenei, and there was an an altar to the Light that she required people to meditate on before they came into her gym (martial arts but not the Panderan styles). So, she fell into the habit of using the utterances Dina used. She means them when she says them, but she isn’t a disciple of a true Light based faith. Thank you for the question Anon.

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TMIT —

Nahilvi gets to dictate an entire date for a night. What does she choose to do with her partner? Where do they go? If they eat / drink, what are they getting? How does the night end? (And so on and so forth.)

(I have taken so long to answer that I have a similar ask later on so stay tuned lol) It depends on the person a lot. What she might enjoy with one person would not make for a good date with another. She loves dancing, so a terrific date for her would be spent on a dance floor, usually a waltz or similar variety but there is something to be said for just enjoying music together in any way possible. There would be food involved, maybe not so many drinks, and maybe she likes the person enough to invite them to her home, which doesn’t happen much with her, but it would be nice to relax enough to do so. (Thank you for the question @lilyofporcelain )

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[TMIT]: What does she want the most?

Nahi wants to do something for herself that is all hers, something she can be proud of and that she considers to be worthwhile. When she began performing professionally, she used a lot of knowledge from her mother and just being around performers most of her life. Even without people knowing who her mother was, she felt like she was riding on her coattails, even if it wasn’t true. Nahi’s self image isn’t the best, and since she didn’t like her mother, the thought of becoming like her really makes her ill. This new calling for becoming a nurse is as much a surprise to herself as it is to others. Not in all the time of taking care of her mother did she ever have whit of desire to do anything in the medical field. It wasn’t just her needing to find a place in the company that has created it, it began with the woman she tried to help save. The death didn't surprise her, though she hoped the woman lived, it was how important it felt to her to try and help. Jamis, her therapist with camp, said that her not reacting emotionally to the death wasn’t odd because In continuing to work with the healers, she recognized that her feeling was not uncommon, many healers felt the need to help, to use their skills to protect others if they could. She knows she can’t stop people from getting hurt and dying, but she wants to do her best to care for them when she can. This is what she is working to own within herself. (Thanks for the question @saltsparkle)

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