My mind is wandering today, and honestly, it’s a good thing at times. I just let the thoughts flow and see what comes of it. So beware of the below. A story from my muse. Enjoy!
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“Oi! Shove off the yelling! You’re a nuisance!” The fiery young woman grabbed the man by the shoulder and shook him a few times. He shouted that he was being assaulted and a gauntleted hand grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him forward. “Oh, for the Light! Knock it off already!” Her face glowered into his and he finally silenced. Letting go of him, she brushes the imaginary dirt off her hands. “There now. Not so hard, is it?”
The man stared after her as the well armored lady sauntered on pausing beside a guard next to a Stormwind shop. “Kitari…”
She sighs and huffs turning towards him, “Don’t you start “Kitaring” me, Devin.” She gestures towards the man she just left. “I dinna harm harm an’ dinna intend to. I worked hard to become a paladin of the Light an’ I’m not ready to give it up.” Devin’s lips widen into a grin.
“Aw geez, Kitari. You go an’ leave all of us here to become a paladin and you dinna expect a lil ribbing? You’re the same ol’ Kitari. That’s for sure!” He punches her arm good naturedly with a solid clank. “Come on, let’s get a drink for ol’ times sake. Eh? What ya say?”
Kitari rolls her eyes towards the heavens. “Dinna come here to play, Devin. Gots business at the temple. They wanna see me.”
“You ain’t in no trouble, are ya?” Devin narrows his eyes and looks her up and down.
“Nah nah. Nothin like that. Just business.” He relaxes slightly and shifts nervously.
“You’ll stop by if you get free?” Kitari nods and clasps his shoulder briefly before heading on. She ignored the hustle and bustle of the town as she passed through. She stepped between people without a word and looked for just a moment very much like she said she was. A paladin of the Light.
The stairs seemed to take forever. Each step was a mountain, yet she was inside. Walking up the aisle, she fought the urge to squirm. At the base of the stairs to the altar, Kitari unsheathed her sword and knelt. In front of her, she laid the sword with her hands upon. “I am called, mi’lord, and I have answered.”
“Praise be to the Holy Light!”
“Praise be to the Holy Light!”
“You may rise, Sister Kitari. We have much to speak of.” An older man in robes smiled gently at her. She could hear the shifting of metal beneath those robes and his graying hair spoke of experience. Upon standing and locking her sword in place, the Brother led her to a side room. “It is good to see you again, Sister. I trust you’re doing well.”
“Yes, mi’lord, very well.” Kitari kept her words short and to the point. She was more interested in why she was here than all the small talk.
“Call me, Brother Finnegan, please. I don’t stand on that sort of ceremony.” He paused by a table and sat down slowly.
“Very my, Brother Finnegan.” He smiled at her again as he pulled spectacles out of his robes and put them on. He gestured towards seat across from him.
A few moments were spent in silence as the Brother seemed to weighing his words. “Do you have any doubts, my Sister?” Kitari shook her head. He again seemed to be watching for some reason. Finally, he smiled and leaned back in his seat slightly. “Very good. Very good, indeed. We have need of young ones like you to carry the flag for the next generation.”
Kitari managed to smother her confusion and carefully spreak, “Flag, sir?”
“Yes, yes. The flag. Be the symbol of your generation. I hate to say it, but we’re growing old now. We need someone that’s well liked to go around and spread the word. You seem like just the person we’re looking for.” Kitari had never really thought of herself like that. Well liked. Seemed pleasant enough. If only she could get this old man to stop speaking in riddles.
She leaned forward, “The Word?”
“About the Knights of the Silver Hand! You’ve been promoted, my girl. Tirion Fordring wants to try and gather up a new generation of the Knights of the Silver Hand and you’re one of the first!” She definitely wasn’t sure what to think about this. Had to be some kind of joke, but she certainly wasn’t going to say that to his face. Why the heck would anyone like Tirion care about her? She’s just a standard paladin of the Holy Light. Nothing special. She eyed him carefully.
“It would be an honor, mi’lord!” The Brother grinned widely.
“That’s the spirit! The ArchBishop himself wanted you when Tirion sent out the word. Apparently, you’re quite a woman to have gotten his attention.” He smiled happily down at her and while she returned the smile, she was unsettled.
That’s the thing… she was still learning. She hadn’t done anything to gain notice. Someone was up to something.
