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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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“…and then we ran into an old friend of yours.”

Quill raised an eyebrow, taking another bite of his rhino steak before replying. “Oh? Who was that?”

Altius began to answer, waving his fork in the air. “Well, he-”

“Wasn’t a friend.” Emyth said, cutting him off. Quill glanced at her before returning his attention to Altius, eyebrow raised questioningly.

Altius sighed, beginning to cut off another piece of his meal. “Yea. He wasn’t exactly friendly.”

Kyli spoke up then, having been quite for most of the conversation. “He didn’t confront you, did he?”

Altius raised his head to answer her, but Emyth had already begun to explain. “He stopped us on the bridge between the Trade District and Old Town. He was bullying Altius until-“

Quill set down his fork and knife, holding his hands out. “Whoa, whoa, you never even described what he looked like!” There was a slight pause in his words, long enough for Altius to notice the brief loss of his carefree expression. “Was… he wearing a tattered robe?”

Altius didn’t even bother trying to answer. Emyth shook her head. “No, it was a Death Knight.”

Altius muttered under his breath. “But I did see someone wearing a tattered robe today…”

Quill looked at him quizzically, but didn’t ask about it. He made a gesture for Emyth to continue, folding his hands together.

“He said his name was Averist.” Emyth said, looking puzzled at Quill’s lack of reaction. “Ring a bell?”

Quill pressed his hands against his mouth. The others could almost see the gears grinding in his head, but it was only after several minutes that he responded. “Averist…” He leaned back, rubbing his chin. “Sounds familiar, but not in a good way. I wonder why…”

Altius chuckled softly. “I would hope not in a good way. He didn’t sound too fond of you.”

Quill shrugged. “Can’t avoid having enemies.” He looked between Altius and Emyth, not caring who answered him. “What did he do, exactly?”

Emyth raised her hand to Altius, inviting him to answer. The boy sighed, “He was just being a jerk, picking on me. When he started picking on Emyth some guards came around, and-”

Emyth cut him off again. “Oh, if you’re not going to tell the whole story, I will.” Altius rolled his eyes; Kyli nudged Emyth under the table in approval before she continued. “He was being a jerk to Altius, accusing him of things he never said, and when he looked at me he started trying to touch me like I was on display. Altius tackled him, and the guards showed up. He ran off, then.”

Quill patted his son on the shoulder, smiling. “Nicely done, Altius. I remember Averist now; he was and still is, apparently, a prick. He needs to be put in his place sometime.”

Altius blushed slightly, looking down at the remains of his meal. “It was just an impulse, you know, nothing to be proud of…”

Quill didn’t respond, but looked to Kyli. She was nodding in approval, something that he agreed with earnestly. His son was growing into a fine person.

“That was a wonderful dinner, Quill.” Emyth said, cleaning off her lips with a napkin. Kyli and Altius nodded their agreement, though meals like that came often for them.

Quill grinned widely, inclining his head slightly. “I’m pleased you were here with us to enjoy it.” The elf blushed, looking off to the side.

Their dinner finished, Kyli collected to plates and began walking to the kitchen to clean them. “Oh, let me help you!” Emyth grabbed the glasses Kyli couldn’t carry, the older elf smiling. “Thanks Em.”

As the two girls stepped into the kitchen, Quill placed a hand on Altius’s shoulder. “Come outside with me for a bit, I need to talk to you.”

His tone was far more serious than it had been moments before, and Altius thought he saw the same expression before, when his father was talking about the person with the tattered robe. He nodded, realizing that now wasn’t the time for questions. Quill opened the door for his son, stepping outside once he made sure the girls were in the kitchen.

The sky had darkened since coming home, but the city of Stormwind was always alight with some form of lantern or magic. While dark, Altius could still see his father walking alongside him, the two reaching the edges of the small pond outside their property before stopping. It had been a long time since Altius had been alone with his father like this. But he was sure that this topic wasn’t a good one.

Quill sighed softly before he spoke. “Bet you’re wondering why I’m so worked up about this.”

Altius nodded slightly. “A little bit, yea.”

Quill shook his head, committing himself. “You said you did see someone wearing a tattered robe today?”

Altius nodded again, wondering what could be so important about a poor warlock.

“Where did you see him?”

Altius tilted his head back, looking at the sky. The stars had begun to come out, flickering at the edges of his vision. “It was just before I ran into Averist. He was sitting on top of a building, just staring off.”

Quill locked his arms behind his back, idly casting his eyes into the sky’s reflection on the pond. “What direction was he looking? Did you see?”

Altius shrugged. “I thought he was looking in this direction, to our house, but I might have been wrong.” He kicked a small stone into the water, the ripples speeding across its surface.

Quill watched and counted the ripples, finding a calming aura invading his mind from them. His next words startled his son. “What was written on the letter?”

Altius looked over at his father. If his father hadn’t peered through his mind before, he would have been shocked. Even still, it was hard to believe that he had seen it at the speed he put it away. He shrugged. He was going to see it eventually anyways. “It just said that time is up.”

Quill reached up, rubbing his shoulder to rub out a pain that wasn’t there. “I see…”

“What’s so important about him? Did he send the letter?” Altius asked. He wasn’t used to his father being so secretive about things. It was unsettling.

Quill closed his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose. “I… don’t know. As for him, let’s just say we have business that never quite finished. I don’t know why…” Quill trailed off, his words becoming mumbled and mixed together.

It wasn’t often Altius saw his father so perplexed. Quill seemed to know just about everything, his knowledge often surprising even learned individuals. Now, with his words failing him, he seemed like he didn’t know one end of a gryphon from the other. Something one probably wouldn’t want to mix up.

“Never mind it, it probably doesn’t mean anything.” Quill said, turning on one foot and walking casually back to the cabin. Altius stared after his father, not bothering trying to call him back. If Quill didn’t know, there was no point in asking.

He turned back toward the pond, looking into its shallow depths. His reflection was still, looking back up at him. Pic was on his shoulder, cocking his head. “What do you think, buddy?”

Pic ruffled his feathers, his small body making quite a bit of sound. At the same time, the water’s reflection changed slightly, just enough to notice. It seemed to break apart, the crack starting at his head and rapidly moving down to his feet.

Glancing up, he noticed that they were ripples, travelled so far across the surface of the pond that they were nearly invisible. Across the body of water were several trees on a small outcropping before a waterfall. Beneath them were several small shrubs, none big enough to conceal anything. It might have been a trick of the dim light, but he thought he saw someone standing amidst the greenery before they dissolved into the night air. Altius shook his head, turning to face the city.

Kyli heard the door open, and the approaching footsteps. She was just scrubbing the last of the dishes, making sure it was spotless before handing it to Emyth, who was holding a towel. While Emyth began drying, Kyli turned around, resting against the sink. Through the archway leading to the dining room, she saw Quill holding one of the letters that had come earlier today. His face was darkened with confusion, and he turned around, walking out of sight never looking away from the piece of parchment. Kyli raised an eyebrow, taking a few steps toward the archway, peering around it just in time to see Quill toss the letter into the fire. The fragile material almost instantly lit, forcing the fire to greater heights for a brief moment. Quill had brought both of his arms behind him, folding his arms on his back, staring into the stone prison.

Kyli looked over her shoulder, seeing Emyth to be right behind her, looking at Quill as well. “What is he doing?” Kyli shrugged, looking back at her husband. He hadn’t moved, which led her to believe that he was trying to figure something out. Finding it a little silly to be spying on her husband, she stepped out of the kitchen, walking over to him. She reached out, taking his hand in hers. Although he held onto her, he didn’t make any notice of her. That immediately told her something was wrong.

“Quill…” she said softly, squeezing his hand. He glanced at her, his face a mask of worry. She pulled his arm away from him, pulling him closer and wrapping her arms around him. She held him close, Quill doing the same after a moment.

Emyth watched the two embrace, glancing briefly around the room. Not finding Altius, she headed toward the door, peering out into the night.

Altius was sitting at the bank of the pond, resting back on his hands. Pic had flown up into his hair, nestling in the pre-made nest for a snooze. Altius was getting lost in the city lights, letting the constant flickers and changes ease his mind. He didn’t know what to think of the night’s events, so he didn’t bother. It was easier that way.

He heard the approaching elf before he saw her. Her light footsteps made him sure that it was an elf, as any other race would be too clumsy to walk so quietly. He soon felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Altius…” Emyth said quietly. He raised his arm, placing his hand over hers. Emyth mouth opened slightly in surprise. Neither of them moved for several moments, Emyth overjoyed at getting a brief taste of her desires while Altius needed the support she was unknowingly giving.

Altius stood up slowly, beginning to shake his head when remembering Pic was sleeping on it. He turned to face Emyth, just then realizing he was still holding her hand. He blushed slightly, apologizing as he pulled away. “Ah, I’m sorry, I-”

“Shhhh…” Emyth cooed at him, holding her hand out welcomingly. Altius watched it for a moment before accepting it gratefully, their fingers threading together. The two began walking back to the house, happy for different reasons that were gradually becoming the same.
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