(Sorry for the late response, my sleeping pattern is off from having a chest cold.)
Kalinda nodded slightly at the human male, as she considered his words, before turning her attention to the pandaren, as he spoke to her and the human man turned his attention to someone else. Her owl Varia puffed up the feathers on her chest, and let out a high-pitched “Uhoo!”, before jumping back slightly on the table, in response to the mage stroking her clawed feet.
When the pandaren asked to know about her late husband and his still living family members, she chewed on the inside of her cheek in thought. Though a few members of his family have either rejoined the Alliance or declared themselves neutral, there were others to partook in the very recent war, in response to her mother-in-law’s death caused by her father’s grudge toward her. However, since things have deescalated; her husband’s family seems to have excepted the death, though still pinned their hatred on her estranged father, than even she distrusted.
She let out a deep breath, as she began to speak about her late husband and his family. “I met my late husband in Dalaran, a few years after the Third War, when I was still in basic training. He was a ranger like his parents, and a minor noble like my family as well. He was always more of a calm, and rational man, while I was young, stubborn, and persistent with my studies, enough to where I would train until I would collapse from exhaustion. He assisted me and my mentor, his uncle, with my training and he and I became lose during the years that followed, further installing that persistence to keep up with his uncle’s skill level. After the fall of Quel’thalas during the Third War, he declared himself neutral and followed the path of his fallen prince for a time, before taking on the position of a Scryer, and I didn’t see him again until the campaign in Outland years ago. We managed to get married after the campaign in Sunwell Plateau, and I became with-child with male and female twins a few months after. However, I didn’t lose Kaldrian, until after the recent conflict in Silthus, while he was fighting a fragmented group of Twilight Cultists, and was mistaken for being a member of the Horde.” She explained, letting out a slow breath and toying with the rune-engraved steel choker around her neck before she continued.
“As for my mentor, he was my late husband’s great uncle. Considering my parents have kept to themselves over the years, with my mother choosing to stay behind the wall, and my father assisting the army in Lorderon during the Third War; he acted more like a father figure to me, over the years that he trained me.” She smiled wearily, as she explained this. Though she knew well he wouldn’t go easy on her children with their training; knowing that they would have to train at their full potential, if they wished to prove themselves worthy of having a chance at gaining their inheritance, which was expected of half-breeds.
“His mother on the other hand, was standing on a fine line between respect and distain with me, given that I was married to her eldest son, and my father used to be close to her before the Third War, until he betrayed her after discovering that her people received help from Illidan’s naga followers. As for his sisters; one is still loyal to the Horde, but chose not to get fully involved with the recent war, while the other chose to become a void elf and rejoin the Alliance. His younger brother is still a high elf, and courting a good friend of mine from Stormwind, that began training along side me during the campaign in Draenor a few years ago.” She finished, attempting to pick her owl up from the table, as she was now attempting to pick at the edge of the table with her beak out of boredom.
The creature let out a soft screech as the mage slipped her hand under her, before reluctantly stepping onto her arm and climbing onto the sorceress’s shoulder. Her feathers were fully puffed out, and her ear tufts were raised, as she peered around the room.