Epic RP is Epic!
The bad guy- err, girl, is dead, Pitch and friends are no longer haunted, and everyone is happy (more or less >.>). Except maybe poor Yva, who got pretty beat up. (Stuff is here, last couple pages :D )
So now, what do my guys do? Lark is still looking for work, especially with a new baby gryphon to feed, and Pitch needs some way to keep from getting bored. They spent some time out in the Stormwind Harbor a couple nights ago, discussing this very thing.
Chatlog because I'm lazy. Also because I'm beginning to love them.
You eye Wildlark up and down.
Wildlark raises her eyebrow inquisitively at you.
Pitchblàck says: .... comere
Wildlark settles in Pitch's lap.
Pitchblàck wraps arms around.
Pitchblàck says: You're not mad anymore, are you?
Wildlark says: No. But so help me, if you do something like that again....
Pitchblàck says: I won't. I might be dense sometimes, but I do learn fast
Wildlark leans back with a sigh.
Pitchblàck says: Nice view of the sunset from here
Wildlark says: Mhmm
Pitchblàck says: Have you thought any more about Northrend?
Wildlark says: Not really... why?
Pitchblàck says: Just wondering I guess. I'd like to show you some of the places there. Bet you'll like Sholazar
Pitchblàck says: You know they're almost at Arthas' throne room door. War will be over soon
Wildlark says: I suppose so.... Or else he'll just kill them all, and we'll start over
Pitchblàck says dryly, "Good to see you're being optimistic."
Wildlark grins faintly. "I try."
Pitchblàck says: Lark?
Wildlark says: Hmm?
Pitchblàck says: What's the real reason you don't want to go out there? Are you that afraid of dying?
Wildlark scowls. "No."
Wildlark says: It's not dying, Elune knows that it'll happen sooner or later. It's just... the futility, I guess
Pitchblàck says: How so?
Wildlark says: .... thinking of something happening out there, that would result in my death. And then I would just get up and go serve him in some way, instead of staying decently dead
Wildlark says: .... it'd be pointless
Pitchblàck says: So you just don't want to be worthless
Wildlark looks at Pitch oddly.
Wildlark says: I suppose that might be it
Wildlark sighs. "Guess it goes back to my family."
Pitchblàck cocks his head. "Hm?"
Wildlark says: I told you, remember? They wanted me to be my brother. Or better, maybe. Take his place as the family hero
Pitchblàck says: Hmm
Wildlark says: They just wanted bragging rights, you know. "Oh, guess what Lark did? She saved the entire army from gargoyles." Or something like that
Wildlark says: .... sometimes I think that's why my brother died. He either was trying too hard, and paid for it, or he died just to get away from them
Pitchblàck says: That's.... not very charitable
Wildlark snorts softly.
Wildlark says: They wouldn't care about "charitable"
Wildlark says: Anyway, I don't want to talk about them anymore
Wildlark snuggles back against him.
Wildlark says: .... sun's down
Pitchblàck grunts. "I'm too comfy to move."
Wildlark grins. "Then I guess so am I."
Pitchblàck says: .... would you think about it, though? That's all I ask
Wildlark turns her head to look at him.
Wildlark says: You don't give up, do you?
Pitchblàck says: Stubbornness seems to be a family trait
Wildlark smirks a bit.
Wildlark says: .... I'll think about it. No promises though
Pitchblàck says: That's all I ask for
Pitchblàck tightens his arms slightly.
Wildlark sighs contentedly.