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Brothers	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Thirty-Two – Nahoan Suntouched, Age 20
"You should go play with the other children, Nahoan."
Nahoan looked over at Deni, his new name still felt strange to him. But when his father had brought it up again, he had gladly accepted it. He wanted Nathaniel Conway to be a treasured memory that the High Elves could not take away from him.
"The teachers and trainers will want to see how you interact with your peers," Deni said.
He looked out across the room where dozens of elves were chatting and playing with various toys. Two boys broke out into a loud argument when one took a paint brush the other wasn't finished with. The part that baffled Nahoan was all the students were his height but acted more like they were eight or younger. Deni pushed him in the middle of the back and he glanced over at her and then to the door where Adare stood, a dark look on his face.
The stable master and now baby-sitter of Nahoan had quickly grown in his father's eyes as a valuable asset, to his 'strong-headed' son. Sighing Nahoan moved forward and through the throng of oversized children. He found a quiet corner and knelt down. There was a wooden toy there, similar to one he had when he was a lot younger. There were various wooden pegs of different shapes you used a hammer to push them into place. With a smirk he picked up one of the square pegs and tried to work into a circle cut out.
A shadow came over him and watched for a long moment. A female asked something in Thalassian, Nahoan ignored it. She tried again and Deni answered across the room.
"Ah, Suntouched child," the woman said switching to Common. "Forgive me. I was asking what you are doing."
"Trying to fit a square peg into a round hole," he replied, as he turned the peg.
"And do you think it will work?" the woman asked.
"Everyone else seems to think it will," Nahoan replied. "If I can figure it out, maybe I'll know where my place is."
"Look at me, child."
Nahoan looked up and was surprised to find the eyes of Sylvanas Windrunner, the Ranger-General of Silvermoon looking down at him.
"Do you know why you are here?" she asked.
"Aptitude test for the Academy," he replied.
"Yes, that's right," Sylvanas replied. "Though the test itself is tomorrow, today is a time to get to know the candidates, and then there is a formal ball tonight before the testing tomorrow. Your father is holding the ball in honor of your return to us."
Nahoan nodded and went back to his game; a girl approached and flopped down beside him. Without asking she took the toy away. "That isn't how it's done, idiot."
"That's what I've been trying to tell them," Nahoan said as he stood. He bowed slightly at Sylvanas, "see you tonight, my lady."
She grabbed his hand, halting his planned retreat. "These are bowstring calluses, you hunt?"
"Not since they revoked my adulthood," Nahoan said bitterly.
A slender eyebrow rose. "Come with me," she ordered. She led him out a back door and he smiled at the cries of alarm that came from his keepers when they were turned away from following. She took the reins of cockatrice tethered outside and swung up in the saddle. Offering him her arm, he took it and mounted behind her. She led them through the streets and approached one of the gates. "My lady," Nahoan said, "I'm sorry I cannot."
"I am the Ranger-General of Silvermoon," she said, "I'll take responsibility for you."
"That's not the problem," he started as she rode out of the gate. He sighed as he landed with a splash. "Wonderful," he sighed, climbing out of the fountain. Taking off the annoying robe he had been forced to wear he wrung it out. He was now dressed in leggings and boots. He took a moment to dump the water from his boots before he started walking down the street. Either the Ranger-General would find him or the nanny from hell, there wasn't really any place for him to go.
Nahoan came upon some rangers practicing their archery on targets. He sat down on a nearby bench and watched. He saw a Fletcher nearby selling her wears along with bows. He had coin in his pocket from his father so he walked over to her. Running his hands down the bows she had for sale he picked out a finely crafted longbow. Pulling back on the string he liked the draw weight. "How much?" he asked.
"I'd need to see your ranger certificate," the woman said with a smile.
"Ranger certificate?" Nathaniel said confused, "I just want to shoot some targets."
"I'm sorry," she replied, "we're not allowed to sell them to just anyone especially children. I do have a toy bow and arrow set here …"
"Then sell me the bow," Sylvanas said as she appeared.
Nahoan held up his golden bracer and shrugged. "Sorry," he said, "Lor'themar keeps me on a short leash."
"I see," she replied as she paid the bowyer. "Come on."
Following her to the targets she handed him the bow and took an arrow from her quiver. Nocking it he brought the bow up and let it go, it flew true and hit the dead center of the target. She handed him another arrow and pointed to a target further out, he let it fly with the same result. She went through various targets; he was only off center twice. By the time he finished a small crowd had gathered to watch him.
"Interesting," Sylvanas said lost in thought.
"Nahoan!"
Sighing he turned to face Deni as she raced forward. "What in the Sunwell are you doing? That is not something a young child should be using!"
Sylvanas answered for him. "He has better aim than most of my veterans. I was just testing him, for the examination tomorrow."
"He will not be testing to join the Farstriders," Deni said taking his hand. "There is no reason for a Suntouched to do such petty work."
Nahoan offered the bow back to Sylvanas who shook her head. Shouldering it he let Deni lead him back home, Adare fell in step behind him. "Put your robe on," he ordered, "you look like a vagabond."
"It's wet," Nahoan said.
"And how did it get wet?" Adare asked.
"The Ranger-General tried to take me outside the city limits," he replied. "You try telling that woman no."
"Don't speak to an elder with such tongue," Deni said harshly.
Nahoan dipped his head. "Sorry," he said.
A cloak was draped over his shoulders and he pulled it closed. "You could have tried a bit harder today," Deni said with a loud sigh. "Everyone was so curious. And you were completely unapproachable."
"Lady Sylvanas didn't seem to have an issue," Nahoan said.
"Anu belore dela'na, Nahoan!"
The shout saved him from Deni's rebuttal. Halduron Brightwing approached the trio. Nahoan replied back to the greeting in Common. "The sun does guide us, Master Brightwing."
"Ah," Halduron said, "you have picked up some Thalassian, very good!"
"A little bit," Nahoan admitted, "Nanny Deni has been working extra hard with me to learn formal greetings and farewells before the ball tonight. I have the scars to prove it."
The briefest look of pity crossed the other's face. "May I walk with your ward?" he asked Deni.
"Certainly," Deni said, as she continued to keep pace with them.
"Alone," Halduron said. "We'll stay within eyesight if that will relieve any fears."
"Of course," Deni said coolly as she fell back to stand with Adare.
Halduron led Nahoan to a bench nearby and sat down; he motioned for the younger man to do the same. "How can private can this be," Nahoan sighed. "They can hear every word we say."
"That would be rude to listen in," Halduron said, "They should respect my request. What are they saying?"
Nahoan tried to listen in on the conversation but they were speaking in rapid Thalassian and he couldn't follow it. "They are speaking too fast," he said. "I can't follow it …"
That earned him a light punch in the arm. "I just said it was rude to listen to others conversation …"
"You just asked me too," Nahoan said confused and slightly angry.
"Do you do that often?" Halduron asked. "Listen to others' conversations?"
"Sometimes it's the only way to understand what you people want," Nahoan said. "It seems I'm supposed to have some mindreading ability I lack to figure it out when they speak to me directly."
"You people?" Halduron lifted an eyebrow. "You are one of us …"
"Not by a long shot," Nahoan said. "There is no way I could be part of a society that is so cold and unfeeling. I am here under protest."
"Is that why the bracer's powers went off again?" Halduron said, his voice suddenly sounded very tired. "Master Theron wanted me to check on you."
"That was not my fault," Nahoan said. "Lady Sylvanas led me out of the gate before I could explain my circumstances."
"Lady Sylvanas?" Halduron asked rising an eyebrow. "Very curious, she's not one to spend time with children."
"Then she hasn't broken that trend," Nahoan replied. "My turn if I may ask a question, something that has been vexing me since my arrival."
"Certainly," Halduron said, "if it's within my knowledge."
"I know this is going to sound terribly human," Nahoan said, "but how do you tell ages of the Quel'dorei? You all look the same to me, unless they are very young or very old. Yet at a glance from a complete stranger and I am deemed a child. So I assume it must be in my appearance."
Halduron laughed, "You haven't lost your baby fat yet. It's very obvious."
"Excuse me," Deni said approaching, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but Nahoan has a busy night ahead and I would like for him to get a nap in beforehand. He seems to be less cranky then."
"Just shoot me," Nahoan said quietly as he stood. He bowed slightly at Halduron. "You can assure Master Theron his trinkets are working as intended. See you this evening, sir, Al diel shala."
"Shorel'aran, Nahoan," Halduron said.
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