First report

[moonshadows]

Illidan sat at the low table, one hand being gently gnawed by a playful Ember, and stared at the sheet of paper in front of him. Finally, he dipped the quill into the inkpot and began to write.

 

Tyrande

The last month has had its ups and downs, but I believe we have made some progress. For the time being, I have put aside the question of removing Archimonde in favor of strengthening your daughter’s grip on her body. She is in control the majority of the time she spends awake, now. I have made her diet a priority; she has put weight on quite satisfactorily, and I have seen her stamina improve as a result. Your daughter is a very warm and affectionate child, happy and eager to please. I keep her entertained as best I can. She seems to prefer physical activity, but if there is anything you want me to focus on, you have but to say the word. We are still working on her ability to speak. She knows the words and understands me without trouble, but her control is not yet strong enough that she can use them herself.

Illidan Stormrage

 

“I need my hand back for a moment, little one,” he said with a grin as Ember looked up at him. “You can have it back as soon as I finish sealing this letter to your mother.”

Ember’s eyes widened and she scrambled to sit up, looking at the parchment with longing. She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a mournful mewling sound.

“You miss her?” Illidan asked softly. The child nodded. “You love her?” Another nod. “I will tell her that.”

 

P.S. – Your daughter loves and misses you.

 

Deftly, he dried and rolled the parchment before sealing it with a bit of magic. Hands now free, he scooped Ember up and settled her on his hip as he stood, laying a kiss on her forehead. “Now to go send the letter to your mother, and then see about getting you some dinner. How does that sound?”

Ember yipped, wiggling with excitement, and Illidan did not fight as she climbed up to perch on his shoulders. He left the repaired ruin that served as his headquarters in Felwood and muttered ancient words to the parchment roll, which gained ghostly wings and flew off. Ember made an inarticulate sound of longing, one tiny hand stretched after the flying letter while the other gripped his horn.

“You will see her again,” he promised. “Now then, what would you like to eat?”

“Ooo. Oooo!”

“Owl?”

Happy sounds answered him.

“Very well, then. Let’s go find an owl for you to eat.”

Happy growling sounded loudly in one ear as Ember gnawed it in her excitement. Illidan smiled, his happiness slightly tainted by the thought that Zul’vii would have been surprised to see such an expression on his face.