A Troubled Mind and a Shot of Bunny Whiskers?

A gentle breeze rolled into the small, two room flat; bringing in with it, the sweet smells of the pastry shop beneath it. Golden rays of sunshine, attempting to break through the thick clouds over the magi city, beamed elegantly against the eggshell walls within the sitting room; now turned into temporary bedroom for one presumed-dead rogue. While he appeared to sleep rather peacefully, it was another story for another, whose bed squeaked every other second or so from within the next room.

Tossing the blankets aside, Caitira sighed in defeat as she sat up, running her fingers through her sun-kissed tresses. This was the third night in a row in which she had seen little to no sleep. Something had to give.

Turning a tired eye to a large, framed picture at her bedside; Caitira smiled sadly at the image of a younger Kiyuri and herself. She could still recall the hours it took for the painter to complete it, and how it was nothing but torture for the young, once Sunchaser children; who wanted nothing more to do than to play outside. Who could have imagined that the two had once gotten along?

My, how things have changed.

With a grunt, Caitira tossed her legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood up. As she moved across the room, she grabbed a light, linen robe off of the door hook and hastily put it on. There were many thoughts racing through her mind, some threatening to drive her beyond the brink of insanity and others, she had yet to figure out how exactly they made her feel.

Opening her door slightly, she stole a glimpse of Veilin lying upon a borrowed cot, deep in slumber. In something that was short-lived, Caitira allowed envy to course through her as she watched him. He looked so peaceful. At first glance, it would appear that he wouldn't have had a care in the world, but that was a different story if one were to read in between the lines.

Nearly a week had passed by, and there wasn't a moment where the two of them were not constantly looking over their shoulders. Being on the run was slowly starting to catch up to Caitira's physical well-being, no matter how hard she tried to pretend like she was just fine. There were appearances to keep, and many lives were beginning to depend on her, no matter how much she wished to reject the idea.

It was all a matter of convincing oneself that they could pull through. No matter the circumstances. After all, the lives of innocent people seemed to rest within the palm of her hand; even if they were not aware of it just yet. Then, there was Veilin, whom she was fighting tooth and nail to protect from her not-so-sane mother, Dionysa. She could only imagine what he did to piss her off.

His act of courageousness surprised her more than she had initially let on, and if it had not been for his bold idea, Caitira doubted she would have lasted this long in her running. His presence alone was almost like a crutch for her. Was she starting to become reliant on him? He was, after all, turning out to be great company. She was starting to feel as if she could tell him anything.

Turning from the door, Caitira crossed the bedroom floor and stopped before a partially opened window. Closing her eyes, images of Kisten began to flood her mind, and there was nothing she could do about it. Those eyes. That cocky grin. His voice, like silk.

Damn him.

He was extremely dangerous; even went as far as to attempt her mother's downfall. So, why did he intrigue her so? And why did she feel so guilty for not telling him of her plans? For all he knew at this point, Caitira could have been dead.

With a frown, Caitira had opened her eyes and looked to the street below, watching the crowd slowly begin to thicken. Could she really trust him anyway? After everything he had put her mother through, and she him; Caitira couldn't help but wonder if Kisten may want to use her to get even with her stubborn mother. It would prove to be the perfect opportunity for that smooth-tongued rouge.

Why did she have such a hard time reading people? If she did not wish to see the good in everyone, she could have easily had an answer to this question, long ago.

Get a grip on yourself. There are more important things to worry about at this point in time.

At that thought, Caitira glanced to her left; her sea-green orbs resting upon those damning documents lying upon her nightstand. Many names were written upon them. All having little to no direct ties with her mother's shady organization. Whoever had written these up and tried to pass them off as something that would interest the higher ranking officials in Silvermoon; had one goal in mind. To take down the Shadows Embrace and all who associated themselves with them, knowing or not; in a justified light.

There was a traitor within the Embrace, and they were doing a very good job of covering up their tracks thus far. This concerned Caitira greatly, but right now, her one goal was to warn the unsuspecting families listed, of the unseen dangers of being guilty by association. Nothing angered her more than to see innocent people dragged in on things that they had nothing to do with.

It was time to get the day started, and she needed to speak to Pyranthios in order to find out how little or how much her mother knew so far. Being forced to rely on him in some form was torture all in its own. She did not think she would see the day in which they could actually be civil with one another. Almost.

With a soft chuckle, the young woman readied herself for the task of waking Veilin up to an appearance change. His choice, after all. It was only a matter of time before someone caught wind of her location anyway; even if Caitira had done a very good job of keeping her Dalaran flat a secret all this time.