Lilindra forgave his tardiness the moment she saw him making his way to her resting spot. He wore his feathered shoulder wings and one of her favorite kilt styles. She thought he looked as handsome as ever.
As he drew nearer, she noticed someone with him. A strange looking female creature. She looked almost demonic in origin, but Terivanis wouldn’t travel with a demon. For a moment, she thought it possible that it was a demon and he just didn’t see her, or perhaps it had him under some spell. However, he did not seem reluctant to speak with it. She watched as they stopped nearby, looking north to the ruins of the town that the naga had recently destroyed. She decided the creature must be one of the draenei beings that he had told her about a few years ago. She had never seen one, their arrival to Azeroth being very recent. She had died much before that. Terivanis had come to her and described the draenei to her when it had happened. This was the first time he had brought one with him.
They approached her grave, and Terivanis stepped forward with a candle. He lit it before kneeling at the stone. He spoke quietly, almost a whisper, telling her he loved her. He missed her. She reached to caress his ear, fully knowing he would not feel it, nor would she. She had heard him say those words so many times, but she was unprepared for what he said next.
“I thought you might like to meet Vajarra. I know you would have wanted me to be happy. I am.”
Her initial shock gave way to curiosity within seconds. So often she had seen him mourning her passing. Could it be true? Was he happy now? She looked at Vajarra, studying her. He had turned and motioned the draenei closer. Lilindra watched as Vajarra stepped forward with her candle and knelt. She wore a beautiful dress that fit her small frame perfectly. There was a hole in the back where her tail poked out. Her horns curved out of her head. Her hooves were perfect. She seemed youthful, although having never met a draenei before, Lilindra couldn’t be sure.
She looked at Terivanis again. Are you daft? Of course he couldn’t hear.
Vajarra was talking now. “Hello. I hope you aren’t angry.”
Angry? She hadn’t really thought of that yet. Was she? He said he was happy. After all the times he came to her, mourning. She did want him to be happy. She had hoped for this. She looked at the draenei. No, this wasn’t exactly what she had hoped.
He moved closer to Vajarra and smiled as she said, “I hope I can take as good care of him as you did. I am trying.”
He had smiled. It was brief, but she saw it.
Vajarra continued, “You know I’m a draenei, right? Some people don’t like that too much. I hope it’s okay.”
He had smiled. It’s okay. She had to tell herself as much as she had to tell Vajarra. She doubted the draenei could hear her either. The two of them stayed there with her for some time talking to each other. She saw a few more smiles before he told Vajarra how she had died. The tears came then. She wanted to dry them for him as he silently looked off into the woods.
He took Vajarra’s hand and walked into the forest with her. Lilindra watched them go.
Vajarra. Take care of him.
I love you Teri.