The mage remained silent as the barkeeper poured her wine from the keg, and gave the glass to her. She offered a wearily smile to the barkeeper to display a pleasant façade, to avoid furthering tensions in the tavern. She murmured a thanks to him, before picking up her glass an taking a seat at an empty table close to the door.
She sipped her wine in silence, as she wearily observed those present in the tavern. Almost feeling the tension simmer, as she noticed the Sin’dorei mage glaring daggers at the Kaldorei death knight in the tavern. Tension was the last thing she needed to deal with, after her confrontation with her mother, and it had already took some time to calm down enough to return to her human form, and she didn’t want to trigger her transformation unless she had to.
Her attention was almost immediately drawn to the Sin’dorei warlock wearily entering the bar, followed shortly after by a Kaldorei demon hunter. She braced herself for a heated dispute, when she heard the demon hunter address the warlock in a sharp tone, before the demon hunter unexpectedly spoke to him in a somewhat pleasant demeanor.
Before she could listen any further, the crystal orb in her satchel thrummed to life, as her step father’s second cousin Maliyah Layton tried to contact her through scrying orb. Heaving a sigh, she sifts through her satchel, before pulling out the orb. She was greeted by the image of a young gilnean druidess with jade green eyes and long blonde hair. “What is it Maliyah?” She questioned, her tension rising slightly, as she had a feeling of what the younger woman would ask.
“I wanted to ask about your confrontation with Th-” Maliyah was quickly cut off.
“I already told her and Brodold that the answer was no. I can’t be expected to remain idle at the estate in Hillsbrad to fight the Horde who still fight peace, when I’m due to make my way to Uldum in the coming weeks. I’m a representative of the Kirin Tor, not a addition to the Alliance’s war machine. Besides, I can’t risk breaking the agreement I had with Iranil’s family, to avoid opening old wounds caused by this recent war. The alliance between our families are crucial, now that we seem to be facing a new threat greater than the faction conflict.” She said firmly, though still keeping her voice lowered enough to keep the conversation between the two of them.
Maliyah sighed heavily and nodded. “I know. I heard about the conflict in Nazjatar.” The druidess sighed, as she looked up at her. “I’m trying to convince my husband to allow me to leave the estate, but it seems that rebuilding our numbers have become a priority, now that soldiers on both sides have been losing significant numbers.” She sighed.
Kalinda nodded slightly, lowering her shoulder as her owl Varia hopped off and settled on the table. Her ivory feathers inflated, as she peered around wearily. Her tufts fully erect, as she did so. “I see… Look, I know my mother wants to make amends for cutting off contact from me for twenty-two years after the construction of the wall, likely for the sake of going by her new husbands wishes. But agreeing with her, may go against everything I trained for over the years.” She explained, trying to keep her expression calm, though she was starting to become exasperated.
The druidess sighed in defeat, before speaking once more. “I understand. Though if you do change your mind, let us know. Since my mother’s death, tensions between our family and the Horde have become more prominent, even in spite of the ceasefire, though those that remain in the estate are trying to avoid being caught in the crossfire of the remaining skirmishes, so I can understand your concern.” She added, before finally ending the contact.
Kalinda let out a deep breath, before slipping the orb back in the satchel, before downing what remained of her wine in a long swig. Sliding her glass aside, she let out a deep breath and leaned on the table. Pinching the bridge of her nose, as she did so. Ever since the recent war between the Horde and Alliance began, it seemed that the worst aspects of her past were coming back to haunt her.
She knew all to well what kind of man her father Roderick Blackthorne had become, after the Sin’dorei left the Alliance and that he was the reason why her mother in law Alariah had been killed in Stormheim out of spite for betraying him to aid the Naga. All the while, her mother blamed her undead uncle for the death of Maliyah’s mother Regina. Now she was uncertain of which of her parents to trust less, let alone which faction she should trust more.