The desert reminds him of the Badlands, the verticle structures and dry ground that speaks of oppressive heat.
Yet this isn't the Badlands. There's a ship here, something similar yet not the same as Draenei structures. He never stepped aboard the Vindicaar himself, but he knows enough about them to know there aren't enough softly glowing crystals on this to match their aesthetic.
"I can see why," Wrathion says mildly. Gallows humour, perhaps, he knows Slick didn't mean this place. He meant the forest, yet still -- here? This isn't any of his memories, so he can only assume they're the memories of someone else. There's only one other person standing beside him.
He pulls himself together internally, takes a few slow steps forward. No need to make Slick jump, if this has put him on edge.
"It isn't real," he reminds him. Sometimes, when nightmares are vivid, the reminder is useful. This is about as vivid as you can get, short of being in the middle of it.
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Yet this isn't the Badlands. There's a ship here, something similar yet not the same as Draenei structures. He never stepped aboard the Vindicaar himself, but he knows enough about them to know there aren't enough softly glowing crystals on this to match their aesthetic.
"I can see why," Wrathion says mildly. Gallows humour, perhaps, he knows Slick didn't mean this place. He meant the forest, yet still -- here? This isn't any of his memories, so he can only assume they're the memories of someone else. There's only one other person standing beside him.
He pulls himself together internally, takes a few slow steps forward. No need to make Slick jump, if this has put him on edge.
"It isn't real," he reminds him. Sometimes, when nightmares are vivid, the reminder is useful. This is about as vivid as you can get, short of being in the middle of it.