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Check it out [url=https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B2XYVYHC]HERE![/url]\n\nThis wasn't really intended to be a *surprise*, I don't think. I hadn't initially planned on making Kacheya's identity outright known in the beginning, but... sometimes you just need your mom's guidance, you know?\n\nTMI: My parents are pretty up there in years, and were up there when they had me to begin with. They don't take care of themselves like they should either. Not looking forward to having to deal with that sooner than later.\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Blizzard owns races/classes/setting, all fiction, characters mine, etc.  Consider checking out my Linktree to see where else I'm active, or if you're feeling generous I suppose!

And hey, I wrote a book!  Check it out HERE!

This wasn't really intended to be a *surprise*, I don't think.  I hadn't initially planned on making Kacheya's identity outright known in the beginning, but... sometimes you just need your mom's guidance, you know?

TMI: My parents are pretty up there in years, and were up there when they had me to begin with.  They don't take care of themselves like they should either.  Not looking forward to having to deal with that sooner than later.

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Might even be easier for her.”\n\n”That will not be necessary,” Drenan rumbled and squeezed Lyrah’s hand. “She will wake before then.”\n\n”She might,” Groa somewhat agreed. “Just preparing you for a less enjoyable scenario.”\n\nDrenan shot her a nasty look.\n\nGroa blinked blankly. “What?”\n\n”Not ‘worst case scenario’?”\n\n”Well no, worst case scenario they both die,” she said matter-of-factly, but seeing the immediate rage in Drenan’s eyes, she added, “But we’re nowhere near that scenario, trust me. I’m better at my job than that.”\n\nDrenan snarled, then with a growl he got up, walked about ten steps over to another tree, then slammed his fist into it to send bark flying in all directions. “Do you even [i]care[/i] if she lives or dies, or not!? What is your problem!?”\n\nGroa frowned and stood. “My [i]problem[/i] is getting stationed out in Talador at a moment’s notice to watch over a comatose shaman and deal with a dumb bull who’s entirely ungrateful for my work here! 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The sun began to set, and the weary bull trudged over to the small canopy where Lyrah remained sleeping soundly.  “How is she?”

”Same as ever,” Groa said dryly as she washed Lyrah with another magic, golden glow.  “Snoozing away and shirking her wifely duties.  I think today makes a full month, don’t it?”

Drenan sighed and took a seat next to Lyrah.  “Do not remind me.”

Groa rested a hand on Lyrah’s belly.  “The baby is doing well, if it’s any consolation.  It’s moving around a lot.  I’d say she’s got about eight weeks left to go.”

”Mmh,” was all Drenan said.

The orc chuckled.  “I know what you’re thinking.  If it’s any consolation, I can still deliver the baby while she’s out.  Might even be easier for her.”

”That will not be necessary,” Drenan rumbled and squeezed Lyrah’s hand.  “She will wake before then.”

”She might,” Groa somewhat agreed.  “Just preparing you for a less enjoyable scenario.”

Drenan shot her a nasty look.

Groa blinked blankly.  “What?”

”Not ‘worst case scenario’?”

”Well no, worst case scenario they both die,” she said matter-of-factly, but seeing the immediate rage in Drenan’s eyes, she added, “But we’re nowhere near that scenario, trust me.  I’m better at my job than that.”

Drenan snarled, then with a growl he got up, walked about ten steps over to another tree, then slammed his fist into it to send bark flying in all directions.  “Do you even care if she lives or dies, or not!?  What is your problem!?”

Groa frowned and stood.  “My problem is getting stationed out in Talador at a moment’s notice to watch over a comatose shaman and deal with a dumb bull who’s entirely ungrateful for my work here!  I could be back in Orgrimmar right now, enjoying some tea with my pets!  Instead my service is dedicated to the Horde, and for some reason I have just enough of a conscience not to walk away and say ‘I quit’, especially when the angry, grumpy bull, the only person around to talk to that’s conscious, has to fight me every step of the way!”

”I am not fighting you, but your attitude has gotten on my nerves from the moment we met!” The hunter rumbled and marched back over to her, though after a moment of pause, he took a deep breath.  “The attitude makes it difficult for me to trust that she is in good hands.”

”Does the quality of my work not speak for itself?” Groa hissed.

”How can I tell a work’s quality when Lyrah remains asleep and unchanged!?”

”Because she’s alive!”

The two were at an impasse, staring daggers at one another… and then the magic lens faded.

* * * * *

”Noooo!  Oh holy shit, no no no!  A month!?” Lyrah cried, grabbing her horns and shaking her head.  “There’s no way!  I haven’t even been here for a few hours!”  Despite her protest, Lyrah knew deep down that wasn’t how the spirit world worked.

Theira touched her granddaughter’s shoulder.  “Then you had better not waste any more time with us old fogies,” she said with a laugh.  “Thank you for hearing us out.  Maybe our knowledge can still be of use.”

”We have faith in your judgment,” Karthak added.  “Be well, Lyrah Thunderspear… and…” he paused, choosing his words carefully.  “… take care of your father, please?”

Lyrah turned and looked at them both, then threw her arms around them to hug them fiercely.  “I will!  I need to finish my business as fast as I can then, thank you so, so much for everything!  I won’t forget you, and we’ll talk again someday, I know it!”

Both of them smiled as they let her go, and suddenly a bright light flashed around Lyrah’s staff.  As it faded, beneath the carving of the spiky tauren was a series of ornate, three-fingered hands that intertwined and reached up to support the armored tauren.  Lyrah beamed, and as if on cue Kacheya launched off of Lyrah’s shoulder and took off with another screech, this time to the west.  With a last farewell, Lyrah soared off after her, leaving the pair of spirits to slowly fade into nothingness.

Gorgrond became naught but a memory before long, and beneath Lyrah stretched out the expanse of snow and jagged mountains that was Frostfire Ridge.  She felt no cold or discomfort as a spirit, though as they passed over a field of ice, the owl began to dip and waver.  “Kacheya?” Lyrah called.  “What’s wrong, girl?”  The owl didn’t appear to acknowledge her, but with a softer trill she started to drop and fall out of the sky.  Lyrah cried out and shot after her, and at the last second she caught Kacheya before she could touch the ground, allowing the shaman to touch down gently.  “Hey!  Wake up!  What’s wrong?”

The owl’s eyes opened slowly, appearing no worse for wear, then let out another gentle trill and jerked her head to one side.

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