Raksasha

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Daevra shifted on her hooves before the mailbox. She tried very hard to keep her guilty feelings out of the Meddler's Link by focusing on the crowds gathered for lunch on the Blue Recluse's patio.

Her efforts to get more information from Ahmik had been fruitless. He knew something about the baker, but wouldn't tell Daevra no matter how she asked. If Sasha was hiding something, Daevra didn't know the right questions to ask her elders to find out what it was; they all had much more practice covering their tails than she did. Fine; let Sasha have her secrets, but she had no right to begrudge Daevra her own, then. Assuming she ever had any that didn't involve Sasha.

An azure finger ran down the length of her tail as she shot the deep red potion back. Raksasha ran her tongue across her sharp canines to try and remove the filmy after taste as she shot a look over her shoulder at the muscular Draenei male who still lay in bed. She growled low, “Ahmik...”

He chuckled and stopped before answering in Draenic, “Come now, Sasha. You're not still mad, are you? I'm sure your comrades, and your sister, are looking for you, it has been a few days.”

The lean, light blue skinned woman rolled her eyes and finished buckling up the rest of her plate armor, “Yes, I am still mad. Yes, they are probably looking for me. I am very good at not being found until I wish to be, you know this.”

Anchorite Avuun looked over his friend anxiously and gave Daevra a new list of components to gather. Avuun's whole mission was to discover a way to heal the Broken condition. It was a worthy one, Daevra believed, and she grieved with him over their deterioration.

The Krokul were the reason she slipped away to the Swamp of Sorrows whenever possible.

I stared and watched as the people in the market milled by. The sun of this planet had just risen above the walls of the floating city bathing the alabaster buildings and cobblestone streets in a warm light. “Raksasha!” I turned my head and furrowed my brow, this was a market, not one in the Exodar; the people here struggled with the consonants and subtle inflections in my name on a good day, for it to be formed so well. A Draenic woman waved at me and called out again in our native tongue, “Raksasha! I have not seen you in years! Come here, I have Roc eggs! Boiled, scrambled...”

I smiled, blue lips split in a wide grin that showed my fangs. I tilted my head back in greeting, baring my throat for a mere second before looking the pale woman in the eye, “Mazirrah. I have not seen you in years.” 

Better take care
Think I better go, better get a room
Better take care of me
Again and again

“Blessed are we, the exiles, children of Light. Blessed are we, the survivors, the champions of Life. We beseech the Light, and it's harbingers the Naaru, to bless us in this time of rest, that we might know joy and happiness, and come from it ready to once again face the struggles that define us. By the Naaru, let it be so.”

Daevra sat on the sand and watched the waves rolling in and out, a continual rhythm that soothed her mind. The remnants of the previous evening's picnic were scattered on the beach, crawlers cautiously creeping up to the site and snatching pieces of cake, pie, or fish in their greedy claws and taking it under the water.

 This world was strange. She'd told Daevra this on a number of occasions but she never seemed to listen. Dae would smile and nod, then pat her head like she was a child. 

 It's a crazy, crazy Sasha who looks mighty adorable.

She has always taken care of me.