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Sucked In III	By : HarmonizedAnimus Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Altius raised his hand, fingers clenched in a fist. His other hand hung limply out by his side, and Emyth eyed it curiously. Her middle finger twitched, as if her hand had a mind of its own and was more than eager to leap into his. She wondered how he would react to it, if he’d mind at all. Pic was bouncing around on his shoulders, thankfully not noticing her visible longing.

Other birds were chirping to each other overhead, soaring above them, carried by a warm, rolling breeze. The leaves rustled as the elements weaved through them, the birds landing on the highest perch, the most delicate of branches without effort. Their movements’ defied time as they shifted themselves on the tree’s crown, looking down at the two beings that had hardly moved since last they saw them.

Emyth had just started to reach out when the door opened, just before Altius knocked. He stumbled forward a bit, his hand swinging out of her reach. She pulled her hand back, shaking her head. In the doorway stood an elf, light blue skin, darkened blue hair and glowing eyes that were furrowed in irritation.

“You skipped your lesson again.” Kyli stated, anger notable in her tone. For one normally so cheery, this was quite the change.

Altius looked back toward her, his attention previously on the door, which he had thought up until that point that it had swung open on its own. He shrugged casually. “Yeah, it was just another lesson on how to properly treat the Light and to revere it and…” His voice died away slowly as his mother rolled her eyes, raising an eyebrow in disappointment.

“You should still attend. You need to learn how to use your abilities to the fullest, not just the combat part of it.” Kyli said, moving to the side, back to the door. “Well, come in. You too Emyth,” she said as the younger elf tried moving away. “Quill is going to be back tonight, and we’d be delighted to have you over for supper.”

Altius and Emyth’s expressions simultaneously changed to dread and excitement, respectively. The young boy dreaded the lecture he was going to receive from his father; he never got off as easy with him as he did with his mother. Emyth, on the other hand, hadn’t seen Quill in some weeks, and was eager to visit again. The two of them stepped inside, Kyli closing the door behind them, cutting the sounds of the outside to a white noise.

The house was small, but decorated so exotically that one couldn’t help but admire it. Strewn across the room were trophies of previous adventures. A small potted plant collected from the massive tree of Teldrassil, a fossil found in the deserts of Uldum, and even a blade that had been dowsed in black dragon’s blood, giving it a permanent black gleam. These souvenirs were minor, however, compared to the numerous ones toward the back of the house. Most of them belonged to Quill, himself, but several of them were Kyli’s, mostly the ones near the front of the house. While he was more humble about his many achievements, Kyli loved her décor for all the stories she could share with guests.

Besides the many artistic additions, the house was comfortably furnished, the room the three were standing in being the living room. To the left was an enchanted fireplace, the concept being thought of by Quill and built after many weeks of disheartening disasters. Its flame was contained to the small square it was allowed, yet it only gave off as much heat as the magical rune next to it indicated. Currently, it gave off no heat, as the summer’s air was plenty warm enough. Around it were several pieces of furniture, including two plush armchairs with their backs to the door, a three-person couch to its right, and an expensive looking cushion, easily the size of a mattress, to its left. Given its current, unused condition, Emyth could only guess that Augustus had claimed one of the armchairs for himself. The sleek black tail dangling over one of the sides was enough to confirm that. To the right was a classic dining room setup, a large wooden table surrounded by five wooden chairs. The young elf wasn’t sure if they were always arranged in such a way, or if Kyli always knew when she would be over for dinner.

Behind the couch was a closed door she knew led to the bedrooms of the house, the building deceptively small from the outside. Behind the dining setup was an archway leading to a kitchen, one she knew Quill made use of whenever he was home. There was something to be said about a man who will willingly and happily cook for his family.

Altius, for his part, had seen the house too many times to be impressed by its interior. The artifacts scattered across the room, however, held an endless appeal for him, especially the weapons. Currently he was standing in front of a crossbow Quill had received as a gift from Iron Dwarves in the north. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully at its craftsmanship, Pic hopping down onto his hand to get a closer look.

“Oh, Altius… you know Gus doesn’t like it when you bring that bird home…” Kyli said regretfully. Being a hunter, she had a natural connection to all animals, and was overjoyed when Altius had first shown her his feathered friend. But Augustus, ever with a mind of his own, had changed his menu of choice ever since laying eyes on the small bird. Often times he would eye it, as if daring it to leave the safety of the boy’s shoulder.

At the sound of his name, the large cat looked back behind the couch lazily, obviously trying to catch up on lost sleeping time. Seeing the bright blue ball hopping around on Altius’s arm, his eyes narrowed, but he curled back up into the chair, closing his eyes. All things with time, he thought.

Altius merely shrugged, unaware of the cat’s plots. “Pic can come over once in a while. He gets tired of all those other birds fawning over him, don’t ya.” He said, shifting the shoulder his companion sat on. Pic let out a short string of musical chirps, something that left both him and Kyli nodding in amusement and Emyth shaking her head in confusion. Being a druid, she had a natural connection to nature, but never understood the language of animals like the huntress and her son did.

“Well, make sure to keep him close.” Kyli said, looking at the back of the armchair doubtfully. She shook her head, smiling sweetly at Emyth moments later. “Make yourself at home; I was just sorting through some letters.” She jerked her thumb towards the table behind her, where a small pile of papers rested in front of a chair.

Emyth nodded, bowing slightly. “Thank you, I appreciate this.”

Kyli looked the other elf over, raising an eyebrow. Stepping closer, she wrapped the other girl in a hug, their bodies pressing together. “Don’t be silly.” She gave Emyth a light squeeze. “You’re always welcome here.” Emyth, in surprise, forgot how a hug worked. She quickly regained the motions and wrapped her arms around her long-time friend, her silence speaking for her.

Altius, completely oblivious to what was going on to his mother and friend, had just noticed the letters scattered amongst the table. He grabbed the top one, skimming over the words scrawled on the parchment. Pic followed along, head twitching when he came to words he didn’t know. Namely, all of them.

Finding the letter uninteresting, Altius let it fall to the side, grabbing the next one. A brief glance over his shoulder reassured him that his mother and Emyth were talking about something, not noticing him at all. He returned to the letter, discarding it when he realized it was just a recruitment letter from the King. He leafed through the letters, one by one falling into the second, messy stack he had created, until only one remained.

Unlike the others, this one was still sealed, no markings of any sort. He turned it over, looking at both sides in mild confusion. Every letter had at least a name on it. And the seal was unfamiliar; it didn’t look like any seal of Stormwind that he’d ever seen. Glancing over his shoulder once more, he gently opened the seal. Inside, a single sheet of unfolded paper lay within. He pulled it out gingerly, as it if might explode if he handled it the wrong way. Something was strange about this letter. Something about it felt unnatural, as if it were cursed. The side he held was blank, so he turned it over, a single line printed neatly in the middle of the parchment.

Time’s up.

“I’m home!”

Quill’s voice made Altius jump, the letter nearly falling to the table before he snatched at it. He hastily shoved it back inside the envelope, pressing the seal back into place. He shoved it under the other letters, turning around and leaning against the table. Quill had just walked through the door, Kyli greeting him with a loving kiss. He grinned at her, dropping his bag onto the ground before it vanished. Noticing Emyth, he pulled her into a tight hug.

“Hey you!” He said cheerfully, squeezing her.

She hugged him back just as enthusiastically, mouth split in a huge smile. “It’s so good to see you!”

Quill laughed in reply, squeezing her tightly before releasing, and a huge grin on his face. He looked back at Kyli, spotting Altius just behind her. He raised an eyebrow, the smile unwilling to leave his face. “Skipping your lessons again?”

Altius nodded, lowering his eyes. As confident as he was with his mother, his father was another matter. He was never punished, per say, but he always had a feeling of regret when he saw the disappointment in his face. His beginnings of self-pity were interrupted by his father’s voice.

“Well, I don’t suppose you deserve anything after a stunt like that, but I can’t just hide this away forever.” Altius’s eyes shot up, his father having summoned his bag once more. He was reaching into it, winking at Kyli. Both she and Emyth were watching with curiosity. Quill put on a show of difficulty in finding his hidden object, furrowing his eyebrows in mock frustration. “Now, where did I put that thing…”

Kyli slapped him playfully on the shoulder. “Stop being silly, just show us already!”

Quill grinned at her, beginning to pull his hand out. “I appear to have found it! Whatever could it be?”

From his overdramatic introduction, Altius could only guess what kind of fabulous weapon or treasure he had uncovered this time. But the object he pulled out looked relatively new, and most unlike a weapon.

It was a cage. Inside, its chest falling and rising with small breaths, was a baby proto-drake.

“Awww!” Kyli and Emyth fawned in unison, crowding around Quill and blocking him from Altius. He grinned, pushing himself off the table to walk over to his father. Pic hopped up into his hair, seeing the new arrival quite clearly and realizing that now two animals in the house would love to make him a snack.

Moving in between his mother and friend, Altius kneelt down, turning his head to get a better look at the fascinating creature. Proto-drakes were dragons, to be sure, but they resembled regular drakes as much as a furbolg resembled a murloc. Its body was covered in scales, this particular drake having a dark blue color. On various points along its body, tougher, different colored scales covered its skin. These scales were an icy blue color, and were strewn along its spine, going as far as to covering its neck and the top of its head. They also covered the joints on its wings, as natural armor. Its wings were a white color with leathery texture, meant to provide flight even in freezing climates. At the end of both wings were two long claws, resembling its armor in color. It used its wings as legs of sorts, supporting itself on its two wings and powerful hind legs. It had two smaller fore-legs, being far too small to be of any use, on either side of its green-tinged underbelly. This particular proto-drake was a fledgling, only being the size of a dinner plate. It was blissfully unaware of its onlookers, sleeping soundly, its breath cold enough to be visible even in this weather.

The three looked on in amazement, Quill proudly standing aside. It had taken him some weeks to earn the trust of the particular Ymirjar tribe in Northrend who raised those particular proto-drakes. Being a tribe of only women had forced him into going through an arduous process of magic disguises, but the praise he felt when he had finally gotten it was well worth it.

“Where did you find him?” Altius asked curiously. He was eager to take the small whelp out of the cage, but there was no telling how much damage it could do.

“I didn’t find her, I earned her.” Emyth giggled slightly at the realization that the whelp was female. Quill grinned, continuing. “There’s a tribe in Northrend who raise little drakes like this. I’ve been competing with them for some time now, and they finally deemed me worthy of owning one.”

Kyli nudged him. “What do you plan on doing with her? She’d be a little destructive, wouldn’t she?”

Quill nodded. “Exactly. That’s why I’m giving her to Altius.”

Altius looked up, both excited and dreading the future his father had just laid out before him. “Me?”

Quill nodded, patting the cage lightly. “Yep. You need a bit of responsibility in your life, so looking after this girl will help nicely. Besides, when she’s big enough, you’ll be able to ride her!”

Altius’s eyes gleamed at the prospect of owning his very own proto-drake as a mount. Not many people had ever seen a proto-drake, let alone ridden one. And this one was his.

Pic hopped off of Altius’s head, landing on the cage. Gripping the edge with his talons, he peered at the sleeping proto-drake. Cocking his head to the side, he leapt off of the cage, circling Altius once before landing on his shoulder. Altius raised an eyebrow. “What? Do you approve?”

Pic chirped solemnly, accepting his fate.
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