Small cool breezes helped with the warm sunlight as Mikhail sat on a bench with a tree overhead. He enjoyed the small wind ruffling through the tree’s leaves and his fur, his ears perked to hear the said tree, the fountain across from him, and the waves below hitting the cliff wall. He opens his eyes and looks at the citisens of Stormwind walk by, waving to them, making small chat, then returning to relaxing.
He flipped the mindcellium stone in his hand, messing with it before heading back to an empty and silent Blue Recluse. He looked around to see if someone was there, but it seemed he was just alone at the moment. He sets down the stone on the table near his usual seat and walked out the door.
Another place entered his mind and the breeze hit his back, guiding him south to Booty Bay. Oddly enough, the HQ also seemed empty. Shame struck him as the memories of those events made their way back into his mind. He grabs his white uniform, that turned grey from dirt, and lays it on a table with a letter of resignation.
As he walks out into the bright and beating sun, he lets out a sigh and walks over to the nearby ship. He could feel a new breeze and was ready to follow it, but will never forget the times he had with Ayo, Wildshot, Lana, Kezrin, Moreta, Max, Adlanna, Nikruun, Lo Shing, Yumao, Lan, Mira, Sascha, Zurom, Medi, Evelos, Zaium, the possibly-insane Luci, and all the others. . . so many friends he’ll hope to walk into again during his wanderings.
“Another farewell, and another breeze to follow.” He ponders what else he will see and whom he will meet.