RP Table: Tabijin

The White Lady and Blue Child hung listlessly in the night sky. With his usual pile of mail and packages tucked away in his tattered messenger bag, the old troll sat atop one of the large boulders before the grand gate of Orgrimmar. He let out a ragged sigh, his shoulders sagging forward as he hunched over, setting his elbows on his knees.

Months... No, years... of waiting for a word of his only daughter's whereabouts had finally run its course and, without the flame his soul once harbored, he realized there was nothing left. He blinked several times, fighting the tears that he had never allowed himself to weep. The monocle that framed his right eye fell from his face, dangling from its chain. His right hand reached out and tucked the fragile object into his vest pocket.

"Well," he began, addressing his departed wife with a few sniffles, "what now, Zabeni?" The gentle Durotar breeze whisked past him as if responding to his question. A tear fell down his wrinkled blue cheek and he buried his face in his hands. Wiping his cheeks on the back of his right hand, his gaze lifted to the stars, unsure of what to think. He opened his mouth again but before he could even utter a word, a white feather brushed the tip of his long, crooked nose before landing in his lap. His scarlet red eyes struggled to focus for a moment as he brought the soft object to his face. "Wha-what do you mean?" he tilted his head. The wind blew past him once more, snatching the feather from his fingertips.

The breeze whistled in his ears before dying again. Let go.

Reluctantly, he shook his head, his large pointed ears swaying. "I... I can't." He grimaced and sighed, deciding to get up and head to the vault to sort the mail that awaited his undivided attention. Though, as he bent down to pick up his messenger bag, another white feather rested on the torn flap. He reached down to pick it up, but again the wind carried it away from his grasp. Watching it lift high above him and over the city walls, he slung his bag strap onto a bony shoulder. He closed his eyes as the breeze caressed his face, rustling his long sleeves and tousled white hair.

"I love you, too," he breathed, opening his eyes again. "Thank you."