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Wow, we've easily gone over 150,000 words, and we're at part 150!  We're gonna have more parts than first gen pokemon by the end of June!  It appears that their forever home is within their grasp, finally!

But they still gotta get there first!

And I dunno if I say this enough, but to everyone who's stuck with me this far, from the bottom of my heart, thank you!  I love being able to share this story with those who appreciate it, and I dearly hope y'all like reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it.  It's going to be very bittersweet when it's over, but even after it ends, I'm gonna keep writing!  These two have been my staple, but I'm not out of ideas just yet!  And you'll definitely see them again even after their main story has ended.

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And you gotta visit us somehow.”\n\nRask sighed, then laughed. “Alright, fine. I promise. I know you two will treat the land well… but you’re on your own as far as building on it. Then again, I’ve seen [i]that[/i] old bull build a house with his bare hands, so I’m not overly worried.”\n\n”I have done it once, and I will do it again,” Drenan added confidently. “Thank you, my friend. We owe you-“\n\n”-Jack fucking shit,” Rask finished for him, grinning. “We’re [i]even[/i] now… sort of.”\n\nThe newlyweds had no desire to argue. The three of them chatted a bit longer and exchanged hugs once more before exiting the tent, finding a redressed Saoirse still puffing her fireweed pipe. The four of them chatted about inconsequential matters for a bit longer, until Saoirse interjected during a lull in their conversation. “So! We plannin’ on bein’ home by nightfall, aye?”\n\n”I suppose so,” Rask returned. “I… guess I should start packing up.” He looked at the tauren couple and gave them each a final, lingering hug.\n\n”I’m… sorry to go so soon.”\n\n”When your life is on the line, I do not blame you,” Drenan assured him, giving his shoulder a squeeze before the dark-furred bull backed away. “Do not be a stranger.”\n\n”Yeah,” Lyrah agreed. “You’re gonna have to meet your nephew or niece anyway, right?”\n\nRask smiled, and he couldn’t resist one last hug from Lyrah, and a chance to touch her rounded belly gently. “Of course. I promise.”\n\nWhen the bull turned, Saoirse had her arms folded across her chest, and a cheeky grin on her face. “Sap.”\n\n”Brute,” he teased her back with a laugh.\n\n”Says the walkin’ bull,” she cocked right back, giving him a gentle pat on the rump before they reluctantly started packing up camp.\n\nDrenan and Lyrah couldn’t stop glancing back at the shrinking camp as they walked. They held each other’s hand tightly until they could no longer see Rask’s camp. When they returned to the site of their raucous wedding, much of the mess had either been cleaned up or just outright vanished already. Some of the guests like Kavar and his crew had already departed, likely since they had a long way to travel to return home, but the remaining company were all seated around the long table, clutching their heads and chatting softly with their counterparts. Talla was seated in Saratha’s lap, Soren was rubbing a hunched-over Shele’s back, and Ja’na was trying desperately not to seem overly affectionate with Moro… even though her hand was rubbing his thigh beneath the table. Karon and Lavona had already left.\n\nBeing gracious hosts, Drenan and Lyrah sat with the others and reminisced fondly about the wedding, but tried not to pry for more salacious details out of respect. 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The dressing screen had been folded to one side, and from her nude repose in the tub, Lyrah gently rubbed over her belly as she watched her husband undress and munch on a little dessert. “So… guess we’re headed to the Dark Portal tomorrow, huh?”\n\n“It is not far,” Drenan reasoned. “It would take far longer to return to Orgrimmar for a portal of some sort.”\n\n“Yeah, I’m… not fond of that idea,” she admitted. “Even if Thrall probably wouldn’t mind.”\n\n“It is not a chance I desire to take. The portal is safe since the fighting calmed around it. I do not know how it works, but the locals have assured me that it does.”\n\n“Good. Is Talador far from the portal?”\n\nDrenan scratched his chin in thought as he took a bite from an apple. “Not too far, if I recall. How has your nausea been?”\n\n“Still not great,” she admitted sheepishly. “I wanna fly, I really do….”\n\nDrenan shook his one-horned head and smiled. “We can walk just fine. There are roads and paths for a reason.” The bull got up and moved to kneel down next to the tub, draping an arm around Lyrah’s bare shoulders. “We are strong together. I see no reason to fear anything Draenor might throw at us.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<150>

Rask’s smile turned into a joyful grin.  “You mentioned that you two were looking for a new home.  I don’t wanna be presumptuous, but I hope this is the one.  The local draenei are nice enough and they keep to themselves.  I heard something about the Mag’har being chased out a while ago, but the last time I went to visit, everything seemed peaceful.  I wouldn’t worry about any of the weird timeline bullshit going on with it myself.”

”Rask, you cannot,” Drenan rumbled.  “You earned this.”

”And I have the right to give it away if I wish,” Rask shot back, staring the bull down for a long moment.  “Please don’t fight me on this, either of you.”

Drenan and Lyrah looked at each other for a long moment, then Lyrah added, “I have one condition is all, Uncle:  If you ever need a place to stay for an evening, or for any reason at all… promise you’ll come find us?  Even if we accept it, I still wanna think you have a little part of it, too.  And you gotta visit us somehow.”

Rask sighed, then laughed.  “Alright, fine.  I promise.  I know you two will treat the land well… but you’re on your own as far as building on it.  Then again, I’ve seen that old bull build a house with his bare hands, so I’m not overly worried.”

”I have done it once, and I will do it again,” Drenan added confidently.  “Thank you, my friend.  We owe you-“

”-Jack fucking shit,” Rask finished for him, grinning.  “We’re even now… sort of.”

The newlyweds had no desire to argue.  The three of them chatted a bit longer and exchanged hugs once more before exiting the tent, finding a redressed Saoirse still puffing her fireweed pipe.  The four of them chatted about inconsequential matters for a bit longer, until Saoirse interjected during a lull in their conversation.  “So!  We plannin’ on bein’ home by nightfall, aye?”

”I suppose so,” Rask returned.  “I… guess I should start packing up.”  He looked at the tauren couple and gave them each a final, lingering hug.

”I’m… sorry to go so soon.”

”When your life is on the line, I do not blame you,” Drenan assured him, giving his shoulder a squeeze before the dark-furred bull backed away.  “Do not be a stranger.”

”Yeah,” Lyrah agreed.  “You’re gonna have to meet your nephew or niece anyway, right?”

Rask smiled, and he couldn’t resist one last hug from Lyrah, and a chance to touch her rounded belly gently.  “Of course.  I promise.”

When the bull turned, Saoirse had her arms folded across her chest, and a cheeky grin on her face.  “Sap.”

”Brute,” he teased her back with a laugh.

”Says the walkin’ bull,” she cocked right back, giving him a gentle pat on the rump before they reluctantly started packing up camp.

Drenan and Lyrah couldn’t stop glancing back at the shrinking camp as they walked.  They held each other’s hand tightly until they could no longer see Rask’s camp.  When they returned to the site of their raucous wedding, much of the mess had either been cleaned up or just outright vanished already.  Some of the guests like Kavar and his crew had already departed, likely since they had a long way to travel to return home, but the remaining company were all seated around the long table, clutching their heads and chatting softly with their counterparts.  Talla was seated in Saratha’s lap, Soren was rubbing a hunched-over Shele’s back, and Ja’na was trying desperately not to seem overly affectionate with Moro… even though her hand was rubbing his thigh beneath the table.  Karon and Lavona had already left.

Being gracious hosts, Drenan and Lyrah sat with the others and reminisced fondly about the wedding, but tried not to pry for more salacious details out of respect.  That didn’t stop Talla from teasing Saratha about her shaky dancing, but no matter how hard the Grimtotem wanted to get angry, a smile from Talla pacified her in an instant.  She even actually laughed once or twice.

It wasn’t until after noon that the group pried themselves off the table in search of food, and after a last clean-up and a meal in Surwich, the remaining guests all said their goodbyes to the newlyweds.  Everyone received the requisite hugs and forehead kisses before departing on the next boat to Kalimdor.

When the ship disappeared on the horizon, Drenan and Lyrah breathed a unified sigh of relief.  “Alone again, huh?” Lyrah remarked, squeezing her father’s hand.

“Alone again, together,” he added and returned her squeeze.

The two of them smiled and returned to their room for the evening, where Drenan filled a washtub to allow Lyrah to take a warm, soothing bath.  The dressing screen had been folded to one side, and from her nude repose in the tub, Lyrah gently rubbed over her belly as she watched her husband undress and munch on a little dessert.  “So… guess we’re headed to the Dark Portal tomorrow, huh?”

“It is not far,” Drenan reasoned.  “It would take far longer to return to Orgrimmar for a portal of some sort.”

“Yeah, I’m… not fond of that idea,” she admitted.  “Even if Thrall probably wouldn’t mind.”

“It is not a chance I desire to take.  The portal is safe since the fighting calmed around it.  I do not know how it works, but the locals have assured me that it does.”

“Good.  Is Talador far from the portal?”

Drenan scratched his chin in thought as he took a bite from an apple.  “Not too far, if I recall.  How has your nausea been?”

“Still not great,” she admitted sheepishly.  “I wanna fly, I really do….”

Drenan shook his one-horned head and smiled.  “We can walk just fine.  There are roads and paths for a reason.”  The bull got up and moved to kneel down next to the tub, draping an arm around Lyrah’s bare shoulders.  “We are strong together.  I see no reason to fear anything Draenor might throw at us.”
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