The noise woke her with a start, a whisper floated into the massive bear’s ears. Growling in discomfort as she roused; albeit slowly. She’d inhale, the bear’s nostrils filling with a specific scent of the winter, the cold biting air irritating her nose as she snorted and exited the makeshift hut she’d stumbled on. What she saw was something shocking, something she’d never –ever- prepared herself for. Outside in the Barrens was snow, a thick blanket of it coated the ground, crunching under every pawstep.
It was times like this she did feel blessed for her ice-troll heritage, it made her more resilient to these temperatures. The whisper sounded again, calling her name, ushering her forth like a mother calling to her child. Her ears went back, a pang of fear coursing through her veins as she made another tentative step forward, and then another. Silvery eyes couldn’t see the world around her in the physical, she saw the spiritual, the temperatures, in ranges of colors and hues unable to be described in words.
Continuing forth, her body seemed to move of its own accord despite the increasing fear in her mind. The wandering lead to a small patch of the barrens, untouched by the snowfall, unmarred by the bizarre weather that she was witnessing. As she stepped within the small ring of dried grass, it erupted violently, brilliant rays of verdant green and gold light wildly twisting and writhing around each other in an exotic, magical dance. It startled the druidess enough that the bear reared up and fell unceremoniously onto her rump.
A throaty laughter filled her ears, one full of a warm mirth that was comforting. A female, a spirit she knew, somewhere from another time; another life. Before her appeared two trolls, a man and a woman. They resembled her sister, and in ways... herself… The bear’s eyes would widen, as the troll was forced from her bear form and into that of her troll form. Before these spirits stood a trolless who’d lived her life in combat, from the trollish fighting rings in Stranglethorn, to the Darkmoon Deathmatches, to now in the Brawl’gar Arena.
A frame muscled well, and toned, however clumsy when not in a druid form. Her silvered eyes saw the energies; saw the way they manifested, a distant familiarity with them resonated deep within her. She walked forth quietly, assessing the energies as she approached, only to feel the warmest embrace she’d ever experienced. Only to feel a sort of peace she’d longed for; spent years trying to find. Within her mind the male spoke, a soft laugh in his voice,
“You’ve grown much since I last set eyes on you, back when I took you on that hunt for the mammoth.” The female would chime in, “You haven’t forgotten us have you? You remember how to speak to us if you ever needed such guidance yes?”