A Figure on the Horizon

"Deep within the dunes of Tanaris, Aurendar sits. Blade in hand, skinning a fresh basilisk hide. Working the hide ever-so-gently, she peels the precious skin from the carcass. Azrael staring intently at the delicious morsels of meat. Taking her knife, she cuts off a chunk and tosses it away, sending Azrael off to enjoy a nice mid-day snack. Something catches Aurendar's attention off in the distance..."

There. On the horizon. A figure. Moving slowly in my direction. As the form got closer, it began to take shape. Someone mounted, not changing direction. I grab my daggers then ready my bow and quiver. Azrael, by instinct, leaps to my side when he sees my weapons at the ready.

Slowly the figure approaches. I'm hungry. I'm not in the mood to fight. I keep wishing that whoever it is, changes course and continues on their way.. Hmmm, not this day. The figure continues in my direction. I grab a razor shaft and load up. Azrael, glancing up at me with muscles twitching, waits for my command.

As the lone figure approaches, I catch the tell-tale signs of a blue tabard. Soon I notice the familiar glow of a set of Tankatronic Goggles. That can only be one person.

Garnil?

I order Azrael to stand down and I sheath my arrow. There is no doubt now that a member of Sterling approaches. "Aurendar! Well met Hunter!" Garnil proclaims. I offer up some Draenic water and offer him a spot by my fire. I throw a couple of Basilisk steaks on the flames that I had reserved from my kill.

"How goes life in the desert eh?" Garnil asks. My expression must have said volumes. "That good? I see." He mumbled as he tilted the water flask to his lips.

It was clear that Garnil and I had much to talk about. So we began our communion. A communion that should remain between a soldier and her Commander.

Yes. I have decided to return to Sterling. My Home. For the few days that I was away. I truly felt lost. It will be good to return to the Sterling Guild Hall, collect my tabard and rejoin the ranks.

Soon, Garnil had to take leave. Hearthing back to Shattrath, Garnil was soon gone. I sat by the fire, petted Azrael and wondered what my future will bring.

I am happy.