Daega. She had heard that word a great deal lately. In her native language it meant “spirited” or “blessed by spirits”. She smiled a half smile. It suited her. She wasn’t sure where the strange, dark furred female from Azeroth had heard it when she so casually assigned it to the young elekk that followed her around but she was sure she didn’t know its true meaning. There was much the female – what had the Anchorite called her? Tauren. That was it. – it was obvious there was much the female did not even know about herself. The elements swirled about her like moths to a flame. The voices of the spirits could be heard shouting to her but she did not hear them. The word “daega” could be easily applied to her.

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