The novelty of the Christmas village is quick to wear off in Anduin's opinion, though at least this time he's appropriately dressed for the cold. Last time he had opened a door and wound up in this place in his pajamas — that had been one very hasty (and freezing) retreat.
Still Anduin can't resist the urge to don the ice skates when he sees the rink the people have set up. It brings back memories of Winter Veil, of the occasional brief times he'd been able to spend with his father, throwing snow at each other and having a laugh before duty swiftly caught up with them. Anduin isn't an expert at ice skating but he soon enough finds his balance on the ice, slowly making circles around the rink with the rest of the crowd as he takes a few moments to clear his mind. New place, strange people, a mayor who claims to be in charge. Everything is bizarre but he's not the only one stuck in this; there are others too who hail from other worlds. Whatever is at work here is immensely powerful and Anduin knows that right now fretting isn't going to help him. A nice clear mind will bring answers and clarity on things —
I will do so when I am ready. Anduin knows that voice, instantly snapping out of this thoughts to look over in the direction it came from. Blue eyes widen as he spots Wrathion. So people from his own world were here too? The rush of emotion is an almost overwhelming mixture; relief that someone familiar is here, but also a sense of wariness. Of all the beings, it was the one Anduin was most unsure about.
The young king of Stormwind skates over. He should extend the hand of friendship, should offer to help Wrathion find his feet upon the ice rather than looking like a newborn fawn taking it's first steps.
"Wrathion.....?"
Anduin would offer a hand but now he's here he can see the emotion on Wrathion's face. Actual emotion in his eyes and the priest bites back the surprise at the fact that said eyes are no longer a red glow. No wonder he can see the irritation. Perhaps offering help will not go down so well.....
skating~
Still Anduin can't resist the urge to don the ice skates when he sees the rink the people have set up. It brings back memories of Winter Veil, of the occasional brief times he'd been able to spend with his father, throwing snow at each other and having a laugh before duty swiftly caught up with them. Anduin isn't an expert at ice skating but he soon enough finds his balance on the ice, slowly making circles around the rink with the rest of the crowd as he takes a few moments to clear his mind. New place, strange people, a mayor who claims to be in charge. Everything is bizarre but he's not the only one stuck in this; there are others too who hail from other worlds. Whatever is at work here is immensely powerful and Anduin knows that right now fretting isn't going to help him. A nice clear mind will bring answers and clarity on things —
I will do so when I am ready. Anduin knows that voice, instantly snapping out of this thoughts to look over in the direction it came from. Blue eyes widen as he spots Wrathion. So people from his own world were here too? The rush of emotion is an almost overwhelming mixture; relief that someone familiar is here, but also a sense of wariness. Of all the beings, it was the one Anduin was most unsure about.
The young king of Stormwind skates over. He should extend the hand of friendship, should offer to help Wrathion find his feet upon the ice rather than looking like a newborn fawn taking it's first steps.
"Wrathion.....?"
Anduin would offer a hand but now he's here he can see the emotion on Wrathion's face. Actual emotion in his eyes and the priest bites back the surprise at the fact that said eyes are no longer a red glow. No wonder he can see the irritation. Perhaps offering help will not go down so well.....
"I don't believe their amusement is malicious."