Anhya has a minion!

Chi the Zodiac Dragon Spirit

Anhya looked up from the campfire that she was seated by. The night sky was shining bright with Azeroth's two moons and the stars. It was clear; that was quite a welcome sight to the young shaman.

Although young by her people's standards, the Pandaren was not inexperienced to both war and peace. She had travelled from her home on the Wandering Isle to both Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms. She had visited Orgrimmar, where she had been personally "welcomed" to the Horde by Garrosh Hellscream himself. She had travelled to the Undercity and spoken with Sylvanas; the same had occurred with Baine in Thunder Bluff and Lor'themar of Silvermoon.

She had heard the stories of a Horde under the leadership of Thrall; heard of the compassion that he ruled with as opposed to the brutality of Garrosh. She would have loved to meet Thrall, but it seemed as though that was not to be. She was unsure if it ever would be.This particular night, however, Anhya was seated around a campfire just outside of the Shrine of Two Moons in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. Her dear friend Naralex, a Tauren druid who remembered a Horde before the Cataclysm and the rise of Garrosh, was seated there as well.

"So, young shaman, how are your adventures treating you?" the Tauren asked as he bit into some dried needle mushrooms. The Pandaren gave a nod as she bit into some charbroiled tiger steak that she had pulled from her pack. "Rather well, I would have to say. Every now and then I long to return to the Wandering Isle to visit my homeland and old friends. But then I remember that my family is here on Azeroth now and I am homesick no longer."

"Wise words," the Tauren chuckled. "Have you seen either of your blood elf friends recently? I remember adventuring with Akamria before she decided to stay in Northrend to aid with the struggle against the Nerubians." A small smile crossed his lips. "I have fond memories of watching her grow from a young girl who cared more about the aesthetics of her armor than its function into a hunter worthy of her title of 'Kingslayer'."

"I have not seen Aka in a very long time," Anhya confessed. "And the last I heard from Fiernia she was training with the Order of the Cloud Serpent at the Arboretum in Jade Forest." She gave a soft chuckle. "It would seem as though I am the last one content to travel the world and aid with ridding Pandaria of the Sha."

Naralex gave a nod. "The others have seen their fair share of battle already, Akamria having faced the wrath of the Lich King, and her sister Fiernia having faced the might of Deathwing. Your time for action will come soon enough."

The Pandaren gave a small nod of agreement. "And I will greet it with open arms, when that day arrives." She reached out towards her blessed mace and gently touched it, renewing the spell that caused enemies to think twice about attacking her. "Until that day comes I would very much enjoy playing my part to help out the citizens of Pandaria in any way I can. Tonight, however, I would love nothing more than to sit back and enjoy this beer with you, old friend."

The Tauren chuckled. "You show the wisdom of one much older than yourself, young shaman. And I very much hope to accompany you every step of the way, until we may one day find the source of the negative energy that courses through this land and eradicate it once and for all."

Anhya gave a grin and raised her mug up in a toast. "To cleansing Azeroth and making her safe for the little ones to grow up in."

"To winning the war against the Alliance in the process, so that the Earth Mother may finally have some rest. For the Horde."

She dipped her head down and took a swig from the mug. Putting it down next to her, the shaman looked into the fire's warming embers and gave a small nod. "For the Horde."

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