Jaellynn Evershade sat on the hill overlooking the lake next to the glade he called home. A stream ran next to him, trickling over the edge of the hill into a second lake below. Normally, he would come here to fish, but today, he faced away from the stream, and away from the lake. Instead he watched the skies to the east where a sharp ridge rose as a natural border between Desolace and Mulgore.
Tathariel had told him the news she had heard of the trolls and the orcs fighting each other. Since then, he began to make more trips to this hill. He didn’t expect to see anything from here, but if the tauren were getting involved, then it was much more closer to the glade than he was comfortable with.
He carried his runeblade with him. No, druids weren’t supposed to use swords, but he was stronger in combat with one. He could quickly cut down any danger that approached the glade, within reason. He was undead, but that hardly made him invincible. He knew that.
He glanced away from the ridge, looking back towards the glade where he lived. It was nearly time to eat. Tathariel would be back with Relanos from their walk on the other side of the glade. They had gone together to check on the thunder lizards first thing this afternoon when they woke, an activity Jaellynn wasn’t sure was safe for Relanos. He could yell at the wrong time and frighten one into being aggressive, or hit it with a stick. He was sure Tathariel was watching him closely, but he would be happy to see them.
He often joined them for meals though he didn’t eat. Well, he could, but undead bodies do not digest the same as living bodies. Sometimes, Relanos fed him, perhaps out of concern that his an’da didn’t eat much. Jaellynn was sure the boy was going to start asking some of the harder questions soon, even though he was barely out of diapers. He already asked lots of questions about other things and had remarked how an’da was always cold.
Not today. The hot sun shone down on him as he stood. Even this late in the day, he could feel the heat from it. He took one last look at the ridge, watching as a windrider passed along the top of it in the distance. He waited until it was out of sight, and headed back to the glade.