(2022-12-12) Critter Consultations

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Author:	Saaron
Summary:	Auralind and Sandy both have questions about their respective new baby companions, green dragons and the true nature of Fel beasts. They ask each other for advice, and?? Sandy is being reasonable? Auralind also shares a secret that must remain between the two!
Rating:	T for Teen

Auralind kneels in silent meditation at the moonwell. A tiny sporebat hover in circles above her head.
Gausanders jumps off his gryphon in the Cenarion Refuge and runs towards Auralind. "Oh, there you are, hi!" He's wearing his backpack on his belly again, but this time it's moving and making cooing noises.
Auralind twitches at…that voice interrupting her meditation.
Gausanders stares at the sporebat. "Whoa! Look out, there's one of these weird Outland birds flying above your head!"
Auralind sighs as she leans forward, dipping her hands into the well and scooped up some of the shimmering water. She lifts it over her head, then lets it pour down over her face.
Gausanders: Oh sorry, I'm interrupting something! Uh… Here, let me help! *He goes to scoop some water too.*
Auralind: Elune, anu Minn'do nuralla otha muana.
Auralind , quick as lightning, snaps a hand out to snatch Sandy by the wrist.
Gausanders stops as he hears her voice, unsure if that was a Darnassian "Sandy, no!" He is even more stopped as Auralind suddenly grabs his wrist. "Oh, sorry!.."
Auralind: Do. Not. Touch. This. Water.
Auralind releases him and rises to her bare feet. The little sporebat chitters and hovers around to settle just above her shoulder.
Gausanders walks away from the well. "Okay, sorry, sorry!"
Gausanders walks back*, even, not away.
Auralind frowns. "Why are you here in this sanctuary, Gausanders?"
Gausanders: I was looking for you! I… thought you might be able to help me with something.
Auralind sighs. "If it is not one of them, it is the other." She steps down from the moonwell, curling her toes in the earth. "What is it." Her ear twitches. "And…what is in your pack?"
Gausanders: Um… *He looks around.* Can we… walk a little outside of here, before I answer your questions?
Gausanders looks at Windcaller Blackhoof, who's just right behind him. "That's not against you, though, sorry if I offended you!"
Windcaller Blackhoof eyeballs Sandy with a quiet snort.
Auralind: Yes, I think moving away from here would be wise. Give me a moment to fetch the rest of my armor. It is unwise to venture into the marsh unprepared.
You nod at Auralind.
Auralind pauses to rest a hand on Lauranna Thar'well's shoulder, smiling at her, before entering her tent to fetch her armor and bow.
Auralind emerges soon after, fully armored, Lohn'goron strapped to her back. "Lead on."
Banemir greets Auralind with a hearty hello!
Gausanders stays outside, looking around. His bag seems to get progressively more agitated, the noises getting louder. He chuckles nervously at the people around. "I'm getting hungry, heh!"
Gausanders clears his throat and begins walking.
Gausanders: So that, uh, bird, is that your new pet?
Auralind: It is not a bird. It is a sporebat. Her name is Shal'lur.
Gausanders: Oh! Right. It's just… things that fly on Azeroth are mostly birds, so I thought they were the birds of Zangarmarsh. But you're right, bats aren't birds!
Auralind: Regardless, I do not have pets. She is my companion.
Gausanders takes a second, then nods. "Right, yeah, that's completely different! Do you want Shal'lur to grow big and strong so she can fight too?"
Gausanders begins to open his backpack.
Auralind: No, I have no desire to see her fight.
Auralind: Why have you brought me here, Gausanders?
Gausanders: Okay, right. So, do you remember when I was carrying a big backpack on my belly, a few months ago?.. Well, there was secretly an egg in there!
Auralind frowns and sighs. "I believe you have been told several times not to keep eggs."
Gausanders opens the backpack, picks the whelpling from beneath her arms and gently places her on the ground. She growl for a second as she's taken out of the bag, then looks at Auralind and starts cooing.
Gausanders: … It was raptor eggs! And that's why it was hidden in a bag! A-Anyway! The egg hatched and inside was… that! *He points at the whelpling.*
Gausanders: That's a dragon.
Auralind 's lips part, first in awe…then her brow creases tightly in an expression of stern concern, and finally anger. "Where…did you get…that egg?"
Auralind slowly kneels down, careful to try to avoid spooking the little whelpling.
Auralind kneels down.
The dragon carefully walks towards Auralind, before sniffing her hand.
Gausanders: Uh… I accidentally won her. I was in Ironforge one day, and then I got mail with the egg inside, and they said "Congratulations, because you're the 100000th person to enter the Forlorn cavern, you won this egg! Take good care of it!"
Auralind lets the little creature get her scent, then carefully reaches into her back and takes out a bit of clefthoof meat, offering it to the dragon.
Auralind frowns at Sandy. "You do not expect me to believe that, do you?"
The dragon immediately warms up to Auralind because there is food involved. She happily coos and begins chewing aggressively at the meat.
Gausanders: I promise you this is true! Where else would I even find a dragon egg?!
Auralind: That is what I want to know. Nobody just gives away a dragon egg, let alone to some stranger just for walking through a district of the city.
Gausanders: I mean… I didn't think much about it when I got the egg but… I did get some really big tooth in the mail a few days later. Maybe someone is trying to frame me for something? Or covering their tracks after hurting a dragon and stealing its egg?
Gausanders: Now that I've seen what that egg is, the big tooth makes a little more sense, you know?
Auralind lightly caresses a finger along the dragons neck. "I think there is more to this story you are not telling me. But fine. So you have a dragon." She sighs. "What color it is, Sandy?"
The dragon makes a mess with her food. Again. She hasn't learned polite table manners since that one meeting with Oranna.
Gausanders shakes his head. "I really, really promise you I don't know where the egg came from!" He takes a deep breath. "Okay, that's why I wanted to meet a night elf about this, since I think some of you know them well… That's a green dragon."
Auralind lets out a shuddering breath, as if about to cry. "Green…and pure. Uncorrupted. Elune be praised."
Auralind smiles with faint hope.
The dragon looks up at Auralind, chewing on her food very loudly.
Gausanders raises his eyebrows. "You seem happy it's a green one. Is there… something happening with the green ones?"
Auralind tosses down another piece of meat for the dragon to munch on when she's done with her first, then stands to address Sandy again. "Something…but it is unclear. The green dragons that we have encountered on Azeroth have been corrupted somehow."
Gausanders: … Oh. *He looks down sadly at the whelpling, who doesn't seem to share in the sadness, as she now has a buffet just for her, right here, on the swampy ground!*
Auralind: It may have been limited to the dragons that guarded the Temple of Atal'Hakkar, somehow twisted by the trolls' magic. If so, the rest of the green dragonflight might be spared their fate. I do not know.
Gausanders gasps. "Maybe she's a baby someone took away to protect her from the corruption from the Temple!"
Auralind: If they were trying to protect her, why would they mail her to a stranger? That seems unlikely.
Gausanders: … especially a stranger in the cavern where warlocks meet… We're not very famous for being, uh… anti-corruption.
Auralind: I do not know how I can advise you, Gausanders. I know a little of dragons, but I am no expert.
The dragon starts going at the second piece of meat. The first one isn't done, there is still plenty of it all over the ground and on Auralind's shoes, but it is time for seconds.
Gausanders: So you don't know how someone could… help it grow healthily? I went to Oranna, and we thought you might know!
Auralind considers. "The green dragonflight are the dragons of nature. They protect the natural world and the Emerald Dream. She needs to be in places like this," she gestures around them, "Wild places, where nature thrives, uncorrupted."
Gausanders nods. "I guessed as much, yeah. A bird, a rat and a barely-moving-anymore-mechanical-birds wouldn't really be enough animal friends."
Auralind: No, they would not, and city life would not be suitable. She would be stifled, unable to fulfill the purpose imbued into her very being.
Gausanders nods slowly. "You're right. You know, I've been considering it and I don't think I'm going to be keeping her myself. And based on what you're telling me, that sounds like the good thing to do!"
Auralind: I think that is a wise choice, Sandy. Lacking a green dragon to entrust her to, she needs a caretaker who will can properly provide for her.
Gausanders sighs. "Yeah, I think I was very lucky to get her egg, but…" his voice craks as he kneels down to pet the whelpling. "She can't be around a warlock all the time, right? Especially when I'm using magic. We don't want her to be corrupted, too."
You kneel down.
Gausanders: Because the nature thing, that's okay, I've got my brother's home in the Hinterlands, you know, so that's something I can help with! The Fel, thing, however…
Auralind lifts her brow slightly, regarding Sandy curiously.
The dragon makes some more happy noises as she's being pet, but stays focused on her food right now. She will worry about whatever's going on later.
Auralind: Please bear in mind, also, that my knowledge is limited. I am not sure anyone truly knows how to raise a dragon, but there are scholars who have studied dragons and know a great deal more than I do.
Gausanders gets up. "Do you know any scholars like that?"
Auralind: I do not. I am sorry. I do not often keep the company of scholars.
Gausanders tilts his head. "Oh, right! You meant scholar like the Dalaran people. Not some… druidic scholars!"
Auralind: Actually…I meant druidic scholars. But I imagine there are many in Dalaran and similar places as well. I would /personally/ trust the expertise of a druid more than those. But I cannot ensure many druids will want to help a warlock.
Gausanders: … That makes a lot of sense. I'll ask some mages, then, and maybe some of them learned about green dragons from druids! That counts as asking a druid, right… basically?
Auralind sighs, "I suppose…maybe."
Gausanders beams. "Okay, thanks!"
Gausanders: … again, I just want to make clear I did not steal a dragon egg myself, I promise you.
Auralind sighs again. "Fine…I believe you. But I still think there is more to the story, even if you are unaware of it."
Gausanders looks at the dragon. "Yeah, probably. Oranna said maybe she's some kind of… dragon princess that got stolen. Maybe that's the beginning of a great adventure where I go on a quest to give her back to her mom!"
Auralind: That sounds…fanciful.
Gausanders chuckles. "Oh also, you said they're… dream dragons, or something?"
Auralind: Not exactly.
Gausanders: Oh?
Auralind: They guard the Emerald Dream. The Emerald Dream is…difficult to explain to a human.
Auralind: Imagine another world that is almost exactly like Azeroth, but Azeroth if it were untouched by civilization. If nature to left to completely run its own course.
Auralind: *were left to))
Gausanders pauses. "Um… is it possible she influenced my brain a little? A little bit before she hatched I began having… happy dreams! Of a big forest, and I was happy, and my parents were there too sometimes, and they were happy too, and Gwen, and everyone-"
Gausanders: In the COmpany! Or… is that some kind of weird coincidence?
Auralind: Hmm. Personally, I would call it coincidence. I don't think a baby dragon would possess such powers. But again, I am no dragon expert.
Gausanders: Yeah, makes sense, especially since she was still in her egg back then! *He kneels down again.* Hear that? You'll have to wait a few years still before you start influencing people's dreams!
You kneel down.
Auralind shakes her head. "The Emerald Dream is not a realm of dreams. It is a spirit world, and you might say it manifests as the dream of Azeroth itself…a dream of what it once was…what it could be again."
Gausanders: Oh so, whenever you sleep, your dreams aren't specifically in the Emerald Dream? There's like… other dream places? Perhaps even the Cobalt Dream?!
Gausanders: Maybe that's where I was!
Auralind sighs. "No."
Gausanders gets up. "Oh. Okay!"
Auralind: Druids can visit the Emerald Dream when they enter a very specific kind of slumber that usually lasts for decades or centuries. But that takes considerable training.
The dragon 's hunger is satiated. She hands some pieces of pre-chewed food to Sandy, who politely takes it, then picks some more, and puts her front paw on Auralind's leg, offering her leftovers to her as well.
Gausanders: Okay, yeah, I definitely did not go to the Emerald Dream. I think I would know if I'd been sleeping for decades or centuries! Unless I'm still there right no… *He pinches himself and winces.* Yeah no, definitely not in the Emerald dream!
Auralind turns her attention down. She kneels down, feeling gingerly along her leg to the dragon's little paw until she can feel the meat. She laughs softly. "Thank you, little one." Giving the dragon a soft pet to her head, she puts the meat away and stands.
The dragon picks some more meat, tilting her head at Shal'lur.
Gausanders: I, uh, I think she wants to share her food with your fishba- Shal'lur. *He says, to make sure Auralind is aware.*
The sporebat hovers aimlessly, seemingly unconcerned with the goings-on down on the ground.
Auralind: Ahh. She doesn't eat that. She mostly subsists on insects and fungus.
Gausanders is holding meat in his hand. Unsure of what to do with it.
Auralind takes a long, heavy breath, running her tongue over her sharp teeth. Her face pinches up with the thoughts wrestling in her brain.
Gausanders: Oh, okay! *He pats the dragon on her head.* Hear that? Shal'lur is on a diet! She can't eat that, sorry.
Gausanders: Are you okay? That was a lot of breathing, there.
Gausanders: Not that… breathing a lot means someon's not okay. We all breathe a lot.
Gausanders: That was just a very specific "lot of breathing".
Auralind goes a bit rigid. "What? Yes…I am fine. But…Sandy, I…" She groans softly, "…I think I may need your help."
Gausanders gasps. "Wait, what?! Yeah, of course!"
Auralind: Elune preserve me…
Auralind: Is your gryphon nearby? I need you to follow me up into the mountains.
Gausanders: Yes, I took it to come here!
Auralind makes an animal call up toward the sky, and a brilliantly colored hippogryph soars down, allowing her to mount it.
Gausanders picks up the dragon, and gently places her back inside his backpack.
Gausanders whistles, and his gryphon comes swiftly towards him.
Auralind: East of here.
Gausanders mounts up. "I'm ready!
Gausanders: That hippogryph is fast!
Auralind smirk. "Yes, Talathar is quite swift."
Auralind: I've brought you here to meet someone. I have acquired another new companion besides Shal'lur. But this one is…special. You see…well, you will see.
Gausanders: Oh I like meeting new friends! What is it? A tiger? A big marsh wasp? A big snake? A bird? A *he's willing to keep going.*
Auralind calls, "Shei'van! Come!" The ground rumbles with the heavy footfalls before the creature even comes into view. But then it appears from about a bend. Thickly muscled, stony-hide, two massive heads dripping fel-lava for saliva. A fel beast.
Gausanders blinks. He shakes his head, blinking rapidly, pinching himself once more to make sure this isn't some twisted… Fel Green Dream.
Auralind: Sandy…this is Shei'van.
Gausanders protectively takes a step back and places his hands on the backpack. "Isn't that… one of the beasts you were afraid of?"
Shei'van barks with both heads. The sound is like broken glass being scraped over chalkboards going through a trash compactor.
Auralind winces.
Gausanders winces as well.
Auralind pauses a moment before answering…but nods. "Yes. It is. This one is just a pup."
The dragon, who's still tucked away in the bag, whines as she hears the loud barks.
Shei'van pants happily, pawing at the ground. Its saliva drips freely, sizzling where it falls, forming little pools of lava burning holes in the earth.
Gausanders carefully tightens his arms around the bag to reassure the dragon. "Is, um… don't take this the wrong way, but… why?"
Gausanders: And also… can- can I try petting it? Is Shei'van friendly?
Auralind barks, "No!"
Auralind sighs. "No. I am sorry. Please do not approach it."
Gausanders: Yeah, don't worry, I guessed that was a bad question when I saw what's that saliva was doing to the ground! I just thought I'd ask anyway.
Auralind: As to why, that is difficult to explain. I had…a strange experience. These creatures are not what I thought.
Gausanders: What do- What do you mean? That's a Fel puppy!
Gausanders: I thought you didn't like the Fel!
Auralind: I do not. However, and this is difficult for me to admit, but these fel beasts behave more like animals than demons. I have discovered that there is still a remant of their animal spirit locked away inside all of the fel corruption.
Auralind: I believe it may be possible to redeem them. To reverse what the Legion has done. At least…maybe to one as young as this one.
Gausanders raises his eyebrows. "Is… Do you really think so? How would you even take the Fel out of Shei'van?"
Gausanders: I met a warlock professor! He said you can't un-corrupt something.
Auralind: I may not be aware of what I've discovered. I doubt anyone is. Usually, I would imagine corruption is completely, overwhelming. But…something about these creatures allows a tiny part of their core spirit to resist.
Auralind: But it seems that the longer they are corrupted, the more the fel takes over.
Auralind: I could not completely bond with Shei'van's mother. The taint was too strong. But Shei'van is not completely corrupted, which is why I was able to form a bond with it.
Gausanders looks at Shei'van with a lot of compassion on his face. "And… what would it turn into, once you free him from the Fel? A… normal dog?"
Auralind: I have no idea. That is part of my quest: to learn where they originally came from. What they originally were.
Auralind: I wish to save these beasts from the Legion. One way…
Auralind 's face darkens, "…or another."
Shei'van gazes over at Auralind fondly with one head while the other chews on a rock, crushing it easily with its powerful jaws.
Gausanders takes a deep breath as he realizes what she implies. "Don't start considering killing Shei'van already! I'm sure there's a way to get the fel out of it, if there's still some… puppy in it!"
Auralind: I do not wish to kill Shei'van. Not if I do not have to. That is why I need your help. I fear my bond soon may not be enough to keep it under control. It has violent tendencies, and its hunger is overwhelming.
Gausanders nods, rolling up his sleeves. "Oranna did teach me how to train animals, yes. Have you tried giving him the rocks he likes as a treat when he's been good?" He carefully places the shivering bag on the ground and begins looking for tasty-looking rocks.
Auralind: Sandy…I do not need help training an animal. I know more about animal training than you could learn in three lifetimes. I need help controlling a demon.
Auralind: You claim to have 'befriended' your demons. While I remain skeptical, you have at least prevented them from harming others.
Gausanders looks up at Auralind, blinking, as he holds particularly juicy-looking rocks in his arms. "Right, of course, yeah, that makes sense!" he carefully places the rocks back where he found them.
Gausanders: Ahem. Yeah! So, usually with demons, you make deals. But… I guess it's kind of like with a felhunter. You can't really… make a deal with an animal-like demon. You need to… *He sighs.* They call the spell "enslaving demons" but I don't really like it
Auralind frowns and nods.
Auralind: And I am not in a position to use fel magic.
Gausanders: I could… try using such a spell on Shei'van for you. But it might bound it to me and not really to you, and there's no telling if it'll still work when I'm away, especially for long!
Auralind: Let us try to avoid that. A spiritual bond already exists between us. Have you ever felt that any of your demons have pushed at the limits of your bond with them? Resisted your control?
Gausanders scratches the back of his head. "When we met the Naaru for the first time in the Exodar, Grimnos tried to summon itself on Azeroth."
Gausanders: But apart from that, I haven't really had any issues with them! And I was able to keep Grimnos away, the time that whole thing happened!
Auralind: Hmm. Tell me about that. What did it feel like?
Gausanders: A headache, which I still have when I'm near a Naaru. And I felt the like… the ritual was beginning without me realizing it, really. I felt the fel swirling around my hands, and the door opening between Azeroth and the Twisting Nether.
Gausanders: And it took a lot of my mental energy to keep that door closed-
Gausanders: Wait!
Gausanders: If that's some kind of Cobalt Company trick test to know if I'm fit to get back into one of the squads you have to tell me, because I might want to change some of my answers!
Auralind frowns sternly at Sandy. "Do you honestly think I would go out of my way to tame the creature of my nightmares to test you?"
Gausanders shakes his head. "No but maybe Jocoza is somewhere around here, using illusion magic! Maybe that's why you didn't want me to touch it!"
Auralind scowls. "Are you questioning my integrity?"
Gausanders: I mean… no! But… I mean you can see why I'd be worried about answering questions like "what did it feel like to almost lose control of one of your demons around a very important being", after I got asked to leave the Squads because I momentarily-
Gausanders: turned into a demon!
Auralind: You are being asked that question by someone who has tamed a demon that is barely under control. I am coming to you for help. I would think you might see this as an opportunity to demonstrate your value. But if you are just going to insult my honor…
Gausanders: Wait, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude! *He clears his throat.* So, as I was saying, I felt like the door between Azeroth and the Twisting was opening, but more like someone had barely placed the key inside the lock, not like they'd actually turned the key and opened it or anything, that was pretty under control!
Gausanders he looks around, trying to see if he notices an oddly shaped rock nodding approvingly, or something.
Auralind 's nostrils flare, and she clenches and unclenches her fists. Shei'van's breathing grows more rapid and he claws at the ground, leaving deep gouges in the earth.
Auralind nods slowly. "That does not help me. I have no context for understanding doorways between worlds. How did it feel to you. That loss of control. Was there some battle of wills? Was the awareness enough to stop it?"
Gausanders: Well. Yeah. There was Grimnos hunger and anger… *he chuckles softly.* Heh. Grimnos's hanger. I could feel that. And as I said, it was as if the Fel energies necessary to let him in was swirling out of me. Just like when I cast it. I had to fight it.
Gausanders: I had to contain that Fel inside of my hands, not let it out. That was exhausting.
Auralind: Is it always like that when you summon him? Exhausting?
Gausanders: Not really. Usually when I summon demons I want to do it. And we have a deal of some kind. It does take some energy, but just like any other… somewhat advanced spell. It doesn't give me a headache, at least.
Gausanders: Oh, now that I think about it, there was this one time I accidentally summoned Kupjub! But that doesn't count. Imps are easy to summon and I was cursed, so it wasn't that much of a struggle to unknowingly summon him.
Auralind: What about the felhunter? It is more like a beast, like Shei'van, is it not? Do you ever have difficulty controlling it? When it is around mages, for example?
Gausanders: Hm… *He fidgets with his tabard.* There's definitely two Needhom, let's say. When I'm alone with him, he's pretty nice, he acts basically like a dog. When around mages, he does get a little more aggressive. He'll destroy things, growl, and bark.
Gausanders: And it's not that I have a hard time controlling him, because if I tell him to do something he does like any of my demons does while I'm summoning them. But his behavior changes, for sure.
Gausanders: But I guess even normal animals can be like that, right?
Auralind: They can be, but normal animals cannot do the things demons can.
Gausanders: … yeah.
Auralind: Shei'van can tear a person in half like paper, and it is so young it thinks it is just playing.
Gausanders: Well. Remind me to not play fetch with it! Or any sort of game, for that matter.
Auralind: Before every mission with White Squad, I spend two hours just wearing Shei'van out and gorging it on meat and stone, so it will be sated and not so overexcited, which makes it easier to control.
Gausanders silently stares at Shei'van, hoping it hasn't grown hungry since today's mission.
Auralind: I know so little about these beasts. Frustratingly, it seems very little is known about them. You mentioned a warlock professor?
Gausanders: Yeah! Pippinlopper, in Ironforge! But I think… he'll just tell you what he told me to. You can't un-corrupt things. *He takes a deep breath.* Are you sure you want to try to redeem Shei'van?
Gausanders: There's a lot of fel energies coming from it. It could affect you too, long-term. Would you be ready and okay with… the consequences that could come from that?
Auralind lowers her head. "I have touched this creature's animal spirit. It is in there, behind all of that felfire, pure and untouched, but trapped. If there is any chance of saving the innocent creature…I have to try."
Gausanders walks closer to Auralind, and reaches his hand toward her arm, but before he reaches her, he thinks better of it and takes a step back again. "But the Fel is extremely corruptive, and if my professor is right, and he probably is, you can't go back from it. Ever. You're putting yourself in danger. I know you want to save Shei'van, but be careful, okay? Don't overdo it. Maybe there's just… nothing we can do about it. Don't risk destroying yourself for this, okay?"
Auralind: It also shouldn't be possible for any part of these creatures to remain pure after the Legion has fully transformed them into demons. And yet…here we are. I could not have formed a bond with a demon. It just isn't possible with nature magic. I believe there may be something about these creatures, whatever they were, that made them resistant enough to the fel that they preserved some of their original essence. It might just be enough to save some of them.
Gausanders sighs. "Still, you're not one of them. You're not resistant to the Fel like them. And you're spending a lot of time with that Fel. 2 hours before a mission, the whole time of the mission and you probably train Shei'van many more hours too."
Gausanders: That's a lot of time spent with the Fel, and whether you lik or not, you're absorbing some of it too. Felboars didn't practice warlock-ism before turning into Felboars, you know? They absorbed it from outisde sources.
Gausanders: What I'm saying is… don't become a felbo- I mean, I just want you to be careful. Okay?
Auralind: I know the risks, and I stay alert for signs. But thus far, the fel pup does not seem to be any more a corrupting influence than being here is. If I am right about his species being resistant, it is possible my bond with his soul will actually give me some small amount of protection.
Gausanders takes a deep breath. "Okay. If you think you're safe… I'll be happy to help in any way I can. Is there anything I can do?"
Auralind: I was hoping you would have some insights about how to strengthen my control, or otherwise manage this beast. But I think we have covered that ground.
Auralind: Your…unique approach to your demons seems like it might be helpful here.
Gausanders: Yeah. All I can think of is the enslaving spell! And I don't think any of us wants you to learn that spell. Especially Shei'van.
Auralind: I will consider speaking to this Pippinlopper. Please do not mention to anyone what I have told you here today. I do not want others to think I am losing control of Shei'van. That is not yet the case. But I fear it may come to that, and if it does…
Gausanders nods. "I won't say a thing."
Auralind: Thank you, Sandy.
Gausanders: Oh and if he sounds very happy when he tells you things, that doesn't mean what he's saying is good!
Auralind: Who…Pippinlopper?
Gausanders: Yeah.
Auralind: I see. Understood.
Gausanders: Not Shei'van. He doesn't… speak to you, right?
Gausanders: I mean I do hear my demons speak in my head when I've got them summoned and link my soul to theirs, but that's different. Shei'van can't talk anyway, right?
Auralind: No, Shei'van cannot talk. But, I can feel what it feels, like any other bond I have shared with an animal.
Gausanders nods. "Makes sense. It really is…" he looks at it. "Just like any other animal."
Gausanders: With Fel coming out. From everywhere.
Auralind: Ehm…yes.
Gausanders: Don't tell me if it's everywhere everywhere please!
Auralind: I think that ends our conversation.
Auralind: THank you for your assistance, Sandy.
Gausanders: Yeah, I think so as well!
Auralind bows her head respectfully, "Shaha lor'ma."
Gausanders: Thank you for your help with my whelpling friend. I hope I was of any help as well with Shei'van.
Auralind: You have given me much to think about.
Gausanders picks up the bag and peeks inside. The dragon eventually fell asleep in there, snoring softly. He smiles.
Gausanders: Good. Thinking is great, sometime!
Gausanders: I've been realizing I should have done that more often, before. Anyway. He takes out his hearthstone from his pocket. I should probably take that baby somewhere safe from Outland!
Auralind: Take good care of her.
Auralind 's tone suggests an unspoken 'or else'.
Gausanders: And you too, with Shei'van. *He smiles at the beast, then Auralind. His tone is more pleading and worried than Aura's vaguely threatening one.*
Gausanders: Bye!
You wave goodbye to Auralind. Farewell!
Auralind: Ande'thoras ethil.