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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-Eight – Nahoan Suntouched, Age 20
It had been two days since his squad's late night rendezvous with the Ranger-General, and Nahoan was growing restless, they had yet to return. After being told what to do for so long he was having a hard time filling up his days. He even missed the warmth of the others in the bed at nighttime; he would take Helios's loud snoring over the emptiness. After two days of brooding he decided explore more of Eversong forest. With trolls to the southeast he rode Rook to the west. Feeling a little guilty of his motive, he had heard talks of a port and was curious if he was able to bypass the land route could he escape his gilded cage? It wasn't until night was falling and he reached the small town of Fairbreeze Village that he wondered what Halduron would think if he returned to the Retreat and saw him missing. Hopefully the alarm wouldn't go out; they had granted him more freedom. He paid the stable master in the village to watch over Rook for the night and found a room at the inn for his own needs.
The next day, after a quick breakfast and promise that the Sunsail Anchorage was just a short ways down the road to the west, he set off to follow his plan through. Rook cantered easily under him, enjoying the riding her master had given her these past few days. As a Ranger they spent most of their time afoot, able to hide better in the shadows that way than on the back of a mount. As the small port came into view he pondered what to do with Rook, if the bracer's powers activated and Rook was on the boat with him that would leave his horse sailing off to unknown places.
He decided to pay a small stable there at the port to watch his horse, if the bracer activated he could come back for her and if it didn't … he left a note with the stable master so she could be brought to the Farstriders if he didn't return in a week. After that was settled he looked through the boats docked to figure out which one would be suited for his needs. There was a rickety looking one that was swarming with stout green-skinned creatures. He had heard talk of goblins but this was his first time of actually seeing one. They were famed for their wheeling and dealing and he smiled, perfect. He approached one of them and asked to speak to their captain; he was surprised to find himself directed to a female goblin. She called herself Captain Rossa Waterfeet.
She eyed him as he approached. He was wearing casual clothing, which meant tight leather pants and white cotton shirt that he had unbutton the top buttons. He still carried his quiver and bow over his shoulder. "Hail Captain Rossa!" he said approaching. He bowed slightly. "I was curious where you were headed once you set sail?"
"We're headed back to Strangethorn," she replied. "What is it to you?"
"That's far south isn't it?" he asked, trying to recall his grade-school learning.
"My you're cute and smart," Rossa replied with a smirk.
"Two of many assets," Nahoan said with a smile. "I was wondering if I might be able to buy passage on your vessel."
"This ain't no pleasure cruise," she snapped. "I don't have room for loafers no matter how delicious they look!"
Taking out his purse he poured a handful of gold coins into his palm, watching the goblin's eyes light up. "I have a strong back," he said, "I'm not afraid of work if needed."
The goblin captain held out her hand and he dropped ten gold coins into it. "But how much work have you done on your back?" she asked. Nahoan stared at her confused for a moment. The meaning of her words soaked in and he felt his cheeks flush. She waved off his stuttered reply with a laugh. "Get aboard we'll be leaving shortly. Do try to stay out of our way, lover boy."
Bowing his thanks he walked up the gangplank. The other goblins glanced his way but with a shrug of their shoulders went about their business. Finding a quiet stack of crates he settled on them to wait. Then he noticed one of the boxes marked "Explosive" and decided to move.
The goblin crew was expert seamen and soon they were underway. Nahoan leaned on the railing as it followed the shoreline of Eversong. "Please work," he whispered. "Let me live my life on my own terms." The boat approached where Elrendar River emptied into the Great Sea. His fingers tightened around the railing as if he could hold himself to the vessel. The boat slipped by the river and he let out the breath he'd been holding only to experience the sensation of falling. Landing with a slash, he sighed. "I had to try," he thought to himself as he climbed out of the fountain. A couple of passing High Elves gave him a curious look, but most ignored his sudden arrival. Emptying his boots he started toward his elven home. He would have to secure a change of clothing before he returned to Sunsail Anchorage for Rook.
One of his father's servants answered his knock and welcomed him home, chastising him for arriving without notice. "Your father is at the winery I shall send someone to fetch him," she said.
"No, please, don't interrupt him," he said. "I'm just here for a few minutes."
This got him a nod from the servant as he hurried up to his room. He quickly changed his clothes and was running down the stairs when Adare walked in the front door. Their eyes met and the stable master's eyes darkened. "Master Nahoan," he said coolly, "I didn't see your horse out front. I was unaware of your visit."
"Rook isn't here," Nahoan said. "Nor will I be, in another thirty seconds. I just needed to stop by for a quick change of clothes."
"Change …" Adare eyed him, his hair still damp from the tumble. "Again? Do you want them to revoke the freedom they gave you?"
"Please go about your duties, Adare," Nahoan said. "I won't keep you."
Escaping the house, Nahoan started a light jog toward the wall that surrounded Silvermoon. He had hoped to borrow one of his father's Hawkstriders but didn't want to deal with Adare. He would just run it, use it as a mini training session. By the time he reached the Anchorage it was evening and his clothes clung to his sweat soaked body. After settling with the stables he mounted Rook and aimed her toward the Retreat. Traveling at night wasn't ideal but he knew if his squad had returned today or even worse yesterday he was already in trouble for not being there and the longer he was away the worse the chastisement when he arrived.
They sky was just starting to lighten when he came to Elrendar Falls. "Almost there, girl," he said patting the neck of Rook. A short time later he slid off her back in front of the stables. A sleepy looking hand ran out to take the reins from him, he tried to brush him aside saying he would take care of his mount but the boy said, "Sir, they've been up looking for you all night … you should head inside."
"Fuck," Nahoan whispered as he jogged toward the common house. He was exhausted; he didn't want to deal with this. Finding the gathering room empty he made his way up to their room. Taking a calming breath he opened the door. Solanna looked up from where she was sitting on the bed propped up on pillows. White bandages wrapped around her chest. "What happened?" he said alarmed. Glancing around the room, "where are the others… are they okay?"
"A troll got lucky," she said with a shrug. "But lucky for me, he was a bad shot. Captain Brightwing dressed it for me. We sent for a priest, I thought you might have been them. The others are looking for you. Go to the balcony and do the 'all clear' whistle until you hear them answer."
"Why are they looking for me?" Nahoan asked as he walked over to the open terrace and let out three shrill whistles in short succession followed by a longer forth. "It is not like I can go anywhere," he said, it came out more bitterly than he meant it too. He did a second whistle call.
"We were worried about you," Solanna said. "Do we treat you so badly? Why are you so ready to abandon your people?"
"The squad has never treated me anything but fairly and I do appreciate that," Nahoan said. "But I have loved ones that miss me beyond the gates of Quel'Thalas. And a brother who last I saw was in the hands of bandits."
"And what would you do if allowed to return?" Solanna asked. "What if you found your family gone and your brother dead? Would you seek vengeance against the bandits, my brother? He who won't kill a troll … though one almost killed me today, I wonder if you would have taken their life to save mine."
"My brother isn't dead," Nahoan said sharply as he let out another whistle. This time he heard a faint one in return. "If it was within my powers I would have done what I needed to prevent your injuries, Solanna."
"Sister," she said. "We call one another sister and brother here … yet those are more words we cannot pull from your lips."
The appearance of a young priest gave him a welcomed reprieve. He went to excuse himself Solanna shook her head and pointed to a nearby chair. "Sit your ass down and wait for the rest of them," she said. "You're not leaving my sights."
The fatigue of his marathon running in the first part of the day and the horseback riding all night had him fast asleep moments after he sat down in the plush chair. The noisy arrival of his squad woke him up. For the first time since he joined their ranks their gaze was frosty when they saw him there. As they stripped out of their battle armor Captain Brightwing asked him, "Where have you been?"
"I grew restless, so went exploring the forest of my people yesterday. I took some wrong turns but rode all night to return. I'm sorry I caused you worry. I didn't think I would be missed."
"While you were frolicking through the forest we were ambushed by Shadowpine Trolls on the way back from our mission. The very same trolls your arrows never seem to hit true." Halduron's eyes darkened and Nahoan shamefully looked away. "We've been up for three days straight. Ranger Suntouched take our armor and weapons down to the armory, and clean them yourself. Any damage is to be repaired by the blacksmiths and fletchers. Only after you have it in top-notch shape may you join us in bed. I've asked and received permission for a day off for the squad."
"Yes, Sir," Nahoan said standing, his tired body protesting. He glanced over at the bed, Solanna had fallen asleep, her bandages had been removed by the priest and you couldn't see where her wound had been. Swiftwind crawled into bed with her, wrapping an arm around the other sleeping woman's belly. Helios took his spot behind Swiftwind spooning her to him. Halduron would take his customary spot on the other side of Solanna; had Nahoan been joining them, his place would have been between the two women. Gathering the armor scattered about the room quickly but quietly he piled it into a basket. Setting it outside the room he came back and shouldered the four quivers and bows and slipped out shutting the door behind him.
It was almost noon before he finished his assigned task. Washing the blood from Solanna's armor had been the hardest part, her anger toward him felt justified. Afterwards a skilled blacksmith had patched the hole in the tunic. Taking the clothing back up to the room he left the neatly folded piles of armor outside in the hall. On top of each were a freshly strung bow and a full quiver. With a look of yearning toward the door he turned his back on it, went downstairs and out to the archery field. He spent the next couple hours firing arrows into targets. Finally exhausted beyond thinking he settled down under a shady tree and closed his eyes.
When he awoke he found a blanket had been laid over him and his head resting in Solanna's lap. Around them lounged the rest of the squad, it was once again dark outside. "The baby has awakened," Solanna said running a hand down his cheek.
"About time," Helios said from where he was leaning against the tree.
"I told you to join us in bed after you were done," Halduron said.
Nahoan yawned. "You said I may join you, Sir" he said sitting up. His stomach growled; he tried to remember the last time he ate. "I didn't want to risk waking anyone."
"Going to have them make a second shackle and keep you chained to my side," Halduron said standing, "I swear it."
He offered his hand to Nahoan who took it and was pulled to his feet. "That would make it awful hard to pull a bowstring, Sir," Nahoan replied.
"Within my sights at all time Ranger Suntouched," Halduron ordered.
Nahoan frowned, that had been the command when he'd first joined. He had to be within Halduron viewing range at all times. He was losing ground. "Yes Sir," he replied with a sigh.
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