[ It feels like a long time ago that Thrall donned the armor of a warrior, though Sylvanas could not forget it if she tried. The colors were too garish -- even for those who could barely distinguish between shades, like the dead.
But perhaps it wasn't that long ago -- and perhaps he has need of the heavier armor here, far from home with no elemental assistance. She follows him as he leaves the feast, curious as to where someone would need to go with no real instinct of where anything was located. It isn't until he whistles and waits that it occurs to her that she should announce herself, lest she find herself in a position where she might seem more foe than...well. Friend was a strong word. ]
Thrall. It appears you've found yourself here as well.
1! early canon point is fine :D
But perhaps it wasn't that long ago -- and perhaps he has need of the heavier armor here, far from home with no elemental assistance. She follows him as he leaves the feast, curious as to where someone would need to go with no real instinct of where anything was located. It isn't until he whistles and waits that it occurs to her that she should announce herself, lest she find herself in a position where she might seem more foe than...well. Friend was a strong word. ]
Thrall. It appears you've found yourself here as well.