On the event “Love is in the Air”,
I waited two weeks to get a flower for my hair.
And then it dropped, A gorgeous bloom.
I danced with joy inside my room.
The finishing touch to my glimmering gown.
With haste I ran to the transmog in town.
To transmog my helm to a luminous rose.
Tally awoke with a small scream. Her dreams had become nightmares, which was never a good sign. Her head was pounding and her heartbeat quick. She closed her eyes, bringing her hand to her forehead and breathed in and out slowly to attempt to slow her heart. Her dream had started out so well!
There was a celebration of victory in the Exodar. Her grandfather, the Prophet Velen, led the festivities. All of her people had dressed in their finest for drinking, laughter, and dancing. She herself had worn a gown of deep purple with gems of Azeroth adorning the bodice. Her horns and tail donned gold circlets that matched the rings on the fingers. She glistened in the glow of their ship and she turned more than one head throughout the evening.
At first she stood tall next to her grandfather. They both stealing glances at one another and flashing smiles of pride. This victory was a great accomplishment for the draenei, and one long overdue. It did not take long for the young male draenei to approach her for a dance. She would smile, take their hand, and move to the dance floor. The evening was a great success.
She laughed with her family and dined on the finest meats. They talked of peace, the future, and the past. Tally danced with all who asked her, her hooves keeping time to the music as she moved from partner to partner. Suddenly, she found herself in the arms of a man she had not seen before. They danced, staring into each others’ eyes. He was different from the others, but she couldn’t figure out how.
“I don’t believe we’ve officially met,” Tally said to him.
He merely smiles and spun her away into the arms of another dance partner. She turned her head back in his direction, seeing him looking to her, the smile still on his lips. Who was he? She had to know. Turning back to her dance partner she thanked him and said that she needed a rest. Turning immediately, she went to go back to the draenei who was different but he had disappeared. Tally frowned, looking over the crowd, but not seeing him. With a sigh, she returned to her grandfather’s side.
“What is wrong, my dear?” Velen asked.
“There was a man,” she responded,” We danced and I had hoped to talk with him. But now he’s gone.”
“I saw you and him,” the Prophet said with a smile,” There seemed to be a moment between you.” Was there a moment? Tally pondered this. “I may have seen him slipping out the back,” Velen continued,” Perhaps you should follow him?”
Tally didn’t hide the look of joy on her face. She kissed her grandfather’s cheek,” Thank you!” then quickly ran for the exit that he had pointed to. The mysterious man could not have gotten far. Sure enough, there he was. It was as if he had been waiting for her!
She stopped in front of him, breathing heavily from the sprint. Taking a moment to look at him, another attempt to figure out why she felt him different from the rest. He was well built with long hair and a proud stance. He was a vision of draenei perfection. Why did she feel he was different? She looked into his glowing eyes, as if the answer may be within them. And perhaps it was. Although they were the tradition blue, could she see just a hint of… green within them?
“I never caught your name,” she said finally.
Again, he said nothing. Instead he lifted his hand and opened it before her. In his palm was the most beautiful crimson flower she had ever seen. It glowed warmly between them and she gasped at the sight of it.
“For me?” she asked him, not believing he would want her to have such a precious thing. After asking the question he closed his hand over the flower once more and grinding it, pulling it apart. She looked up at him again questioningly. To his left the draenei had to goblets of wine, and into these goblets he placed the petals and center of the flower. Each goblet glowed as the petals melded into the wine, and after the glow receded he handed her one. He lifted his goblet in toast, and Tally smiled at him again, clinking her goblet to his before they both drank deeply of the wine.
Placing the goblet down once more, she moved to ask him again his name when he stopped her. Slowly he kissed his hand and placed it upon her forehead. What was this now? Looking at her softly he then said,” We shall meet again.” With that, he turned and walked away.
Tally didn’t understand. What did that mean? She moved to go after him when a sharp pain in her stomach caused her to fall to her knees. She clutched herself, in too much pain to even cry out. What was happening? Did he poison her? Another wave of pain spread through her, much worse than the first, and everything went black.
That’s when she woke up. She opened her eyes slowly, wondering what the dream could mean. It was then she realized that she was somewhere she did not recognize. Her eyes widened as she took in the bright ivory of the walls and the reds, oranges, and blues of the decoration. Where in Azeroth was she?
She moved to get up from the bed she was in but stopped at the sight of her hand. A chill ran through her as she looked at the pink flesh. What the fel? Was she still dreaming? Quickly she held both hands in front of her. Where was her purple skin? What was happening?!
She jumped from the bed and ran to the closest mirror. She let out a startled scream as the face of a Blood Elf looked back in horror at her. She brought her hands to her face, feeling it around, not believing what she was seeing. Her horns were gone, her purple skin, her dark hair. Before her was a pale skinned, thin, red headed creature. Her eyes no longer glowed blue, but rather a deep emerald she leaned in closely to the mirror fighting to keep composure.
She looked down to see that her usual blue bedrobes had been replaced with a yellow mageweave nightdress that felt lighter than air. She rushed to the window and looked out. It appeared she was in a Horde city. No doubt Silvermoon City itself. Fear gripped her, not knowing what the Horde would do if they knew an Alliance member was in their ranks.
How could this happen? Was that dream not really a dream? Had the flower been real? Was it the cause of all this? She had to find out. Whoever that draenei was at the celebration, it was apparent she would have to search for him to find the answers. But first, she would have to get to her grandfather and see if he knew what could have happened.
Hastily she threw open the armoire and started pulling the armor out of it. It wasn’t anything she had worn before, but judging by the state of things…. she had little doubt it belonged to whatever blood elf she had inhabited. Pulling it all on quickly, she picked up her pack and set out into the foreign city to find some answers.