It was a mild, spring evening. The breezes hardly touched the leaves of Ashenvale's magical crown. Branches grew impenetrably and dense in the higher regions, taking away most of the light from the undergrowth that - with no other enemy - still made a thick layer on the ground.
No orc axes limited the wild prosperity of the forest back then. It has not yet heard the name "Warsong", nor even the one "Burning Legion".
In this Ashenvale a weakened moonlight met two shiny furred black sabers. One was doing her regular evening wash, the other lay in the grass lazily. Their saddled, muscular bodies were just waiting to be able to vanish into the night again, scurrying through the forest as pale shadows. But for that they needed their masters who would give them direction. Who on the other hand kept only muttering to each other.
The male and the female both were hiding their faces with the cowls of their cloaks, that only gave away their silver eyes illuminated by the moon rays from their right. The male wore leather armor and a bow on his shoulder. A keen sword was tightened to his back, the blade decorated by the motives of branches and leaves.
"I'm glad you have come" he whispered, and held the hand of the woman, who tilted her head. A few purple locks fell from her hood. She twiddled reluctantly with her robe that toyed with the tones of black and dark violet. The staff on her back ending in the shape of a first quarter moon pointed to her right, as if it had urged her.
"We can't meet for some time" she finally said.
"Is it the preparation for that ceremony again?"
She looked at him in the eyes, but did not reply, only nodded. He let her hand go then and folded his arms in front of him grumbling.
"She really could allow you some space. Is She even making you feed Her?!"
"Excuse me?" she asked, with some edge in her voice.
The hunter sighed.
"I'm sorry, I did not mean to think ill of Her. I'd just like to see you more."
"It's not possible. Not now. Maybe if..." hearing some movement in the foliage the female quieted, and she looked upward, to her left.
"What is it?" he asked, his eyes following hers.
"I think I've heard something. Are you sure we are alone?"
They both listened intently for minutes, carefully scanning the forest around them from ground to branches.
The male eventually replied:
"I would have noticed being followed" he said confidently "and I know this point falls out of the sentinels' patrol route. Maybe it was a squirrel" he smiled back at the female.
"Maybe..." she sighed surrendering. "But now I must return."
"Stay a little more..." he asked. She kissed the hunter silencing him.
Turning her back on the hunter she set off towards her saber. The beast seeing her master immediately stopped licking herself, jumping to her feet. The female elf quickly seated herself into the saddle, and on their way they were.
The male stood there long, watching moveless as the two figures get further and further from him... and closer to Zin Azshari.