The sea water crashed against the mainland of the Isle with great ferocity. The storm above roared with thunder as lightning lite up the skies and shot across the heavens. The heavy rain pelted down onto the dark forrest that composed the bulk of isle with never ending fury and all the animals scurried for cover to avoid the downpour.
Quon opened one of his blue eyes and his bear ears twisted behind him at a particular loud boom of thunder. He frowned and ran one of his paws across his face and pulled at his beard. As he did he was reminded of the three scars that were lining his lower jaw that he had earned fighting in weather similar to this. He had gotten unlucky when he had slipped and fell allowing the warrior he was facing to get a clean swipe at his face.
Quon however had come out the victor that day and much wiser then before. As a Pandaren he learned much of patience and how to plant his feet properly in combat. But most importantly the bear humanoid had learned that these storms were from somewhere other then normal days.
These kinds of storms were the children of trouble.
Quon reached to his side where he had placed his clay mug of tea and took a drink of it. The tea was slightly cold and bitter, but he gave a small chuckle. He consentrated on the tea for a moment calling forth the elements to warm the brew and in a few moments steam rose from the tea and he took another drink. He smiled as the taste of tea was much better with the warmth. Though even though he was covered with fur he still got cold.
When he sat the mug down he frown again at the storm and looked to the beach that his house was located near. It was quite a walk away probably about a mile of so but still the beach was within clear view of his front proach. The white sand was now darkened with the constent rain and ocean water washing upon its shore and violent waves that came in seemed to get bigger and bigger.
He shook his head. He knew living here would not be easy. But this sort of thing was mearly troublesome.
Still he had to enjoy the view while he could. Not often did he see weather like this. Even though he was a shaman and could call upon the elements to form lighting and move the earth, this kind of storm was beyond anything he had seen before.
He closed his eyes and listened to the elements as they were screaming with fury. Fury they felt from the young master who was now training deep within the isle's forrest far from Quons current position. They howled and cried in what the shaman could only know as sorrow.
But that was the nature of this isle.
This place was connected to the masters soul in some way. What the master felt, the isle also did. When he was happy the skies brimmed with constent sunshine and beautiful days. When he was angry the mountains curned and brought forth lava and fire. Smoke and ash would rain down from the heavens.
But this...
This was sorrow. Nothing but pure anguish. There was nothing to see here but this pain. Quon could not help but feel the masters pain. For the boy had been through much recently. Much that would normally break a human quite easily. But he was made of stout stuff. And this boy was quite a feat to behold.
The sound of wood creaking called Quon to the doorway that lead into his large wooden home. The circle door opened wide then was shut by another pandaren. But this one had curves that made her a female. Her big green eyes usual were filled with mischief and wonder, but now they stared out into the skies with a mix of worry and heartache. She ran a paw through her long hair that was loose today and it cascaded down her back in long black waves. She wore a simple white shirt along with a dark blue skirt with small flowers on the hems that came down to her ankles. From there he could see the sandals that covered her paws. But it was her hair that caught his eye. Today the hair had highlights in it that Quon had not seen in a long time.
They were pink.
He was shocked. Ashsing normally kept her hair dyed with other colors. Blues, purples, whites, green. Even on the occaisional red, but pink was the masters least favorite color. For reasons unknown he did not like to see pink in a womans hair.
Something truly must be wrong for Ashsing to have done that to her hair.
The female walked over to the rocking chair that was on the other side of the large pourch and sat in it with her hands folded. She usually would sit on the ground like Quon was now in a meditative pose but that rocking chair was a gift from the master to the woman. She used it for worrying about him too. Much to the chairs abuse.
"Do you think he's alright?" She asked she flinched slightly as another boom of lightning struck across the skies.
Quon took another drink of his tea. "I'm sure he is well. He has fought through worse storms then this I believe." That's what he had heard from the other islanders.
Ashsing bit her lower lip and stared at the ground in silence. Obviously nothing Quon would say would make the woman stop worrying about the master.
But that was much like her. She worried enough about the young man to make the shaman believe that she cared for him more then she let on. But that was between those two. He was not going to have a part in it.
Ashsing suddenly got up quickly make Quon almost drop his tea. She opened up the door to the house and reached in quickly then came out with an oil umbrella. She opened the deep red shade that had sakura flowers on it and walked off into the rain.
Quon was about to say something when he noticed that Ash was going to someone else who was coming up from the opposite end of the beach. When he saw Ash go to the person he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Still he did not want to be rude. He got up out of his comfterble spot and walked inside his home. He had a pot of tea waiting just inside the place. It was on a spare chair along with another clay mug that he put there in case Ash had wanted some.
He picked up all three of the objects and brought them outside. Once he set them next to Ash's chair he went back inside for a blanket that was made of dark blue wool and put it on Ash's chair so not to get it damp. He looked to his fellow Pandaren to see she was still talking to the woman who also had an umbrella of white near the beach head. He noticed that they were getting closer and so he summoned fire again inside the teapot. Steam rose quickly and he poured it into the mug leaving it on the spare chair.
When he turned around both Ash and the woman had reached the steps to the house and this allowed Quon a better look at his human guest.
The woman was not big. By human standards she was about average height probably five foot five at the most. But her features were anything but beautiful. She had long dark hair that curled and framed her sharp face and bold nose. Her blue eyes held mystery to them and seemed to be a mix of cold and hot at the same time. She wore an outfit that most humans would find scandalous. The outfit was made of loose white fabric that did nothing to hide her femine features. There were no sleeves to the one piece dress. Instead the fabric seemed to be loosely covering her large breast and the large v cut in the middle of it did not help but make her cleavage show. The bottom part of it where the legs were was cut as well so that her long legs would poke through the two slits on the side showing her thighs as well. Usually the woman wore heels but today wore a pair of sandals instead. To finish the outfit a long scarf also made of white silk was wrapped around her neck and twisted around her arms so that it covered them decently.
When Ash made her way onto the deck, the woman gave Quon a large smile of white teeth. "Master Quon. Forgive me for coming without asking. I thought you and your fellow could use the company."
Quon gave a soft chuckle. "I welcome you Lady Angliquinas, I was wondering if I would be seeing a dragon today in this weather."
The dragon smiled as her blue eyes had the slits of a reptiles. "I'm afraid not in this weather. Its terrible for flying in."
Ashsing took Angliquinas umbrella along with her own and folded them up to place inside. Meanwhile, Quon escorted his neighbor to the tea where she graciously excepted it with a thank you. She sat down on it and waited calmly while Quon placed the blanket over her body. She sipped the tea quietly when Ash returned with her own mug.
Quon returned to his spot where he promptly sat down and took a deep breath. When Ash sat down he let it out slowly and allowed the silence to rule the moment.
So the dragon had come down from the mountain? He thought wearily. Things were about to get interesting.
