Anduin glances aside at Wrathion, at the warning, before nodding distractedly. He knows that this is not really Westfall. Logically. He understands that, logically, he is still in this forest and nowhere close to home. All the same.
Something twists within his gut, and while it had been a lot easier to think of other things, to distract himself before, on their journey through the forest, seeing the barren farmlands stretching out before him now...
"They have my mother's locket," he says, feeling inexplicably hollow.
He doesn't know whether he's ever explained what the trinket had meant to him, before. When you've been friends with someone for as long as the pair of them have, things blur together. Has Wrathion ever asked? He's worn the thing for years now, but he's always kept it safely tucked, underneath his shirt. Close to his heart...
Maybe he does know. Maybe it had been obvious, from the way that he had protested earlier. He should not feel this way, over the thought of the loss of one piece of jewelry. Yet his heart twists within his chest nevertheless.
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Something twists within his gut, and while it had been a lot easier to think of other things, to distract himself before, on their journey through the forest, seeing the barren farmlands stretching out before him now...
"They have my mother's locket," he says, feeling inexplicably hollow.
He doesn't know whether he's ever explained what the trinket had meant to him, before. When you've been friends with someone for as long as the pair of them have, things blur together. Has Wrathion ever asked? He's worn the thing for years now, but he's always kept it safely tucked, underneath his shirt. Close to his heart...
Maybe he does know. Maybe it had been obvious, from the way that he had protested earlier. He should not feel this way, over the thought of the loss of one piece of jewelry. Yet his heart twists within his chest nevertheless.