Malfurion's Meditation - The Trembling of Two Hearts
(a reflection penned later that night, in careful, thoughtful script)
I meant only to ask her to dinner.
I didn't expect it to feel like a test I hadn't prepared for.
When I reached the Temple and saw her—arms full of scrolls, hair coming loose from the braid she always insists is "neat enough"—every practiced word left me. I sounded like a fool. She tried not to laugh, and somehow that only made me lose more of the words I needed.
But she said yes.
Dinner was… calm. Easy. Better than I expected. She listened when I spoke of Cenarius and Val'sharah, and she asked questions that made me think harder about my own path. I don't know that anyone has ever looked at me the way she did across that table. Not impressed. Not intimidated. Just… present.
I told her I'd like to see her again.
She offered to write.
I'm surprised by how much that meant to me.
And then the kiss.
I've faced storms older than our city.
I've stood beneath trees that have watched ten thousand years pass.
None of that made me ready for the way my heart stopped when she stepped closer.
It wasn't dramatic.
It wasn't grand.
It was just her, warm and steady, kissing me like she'd wanted to for a long time.
When she pulled away, I had to remind myself to breathe.
I walked her back to the Temple. She turned on the steps to look at me one more time, and I felt… lighter. As if I'd finally stepped onto a path I didn't realize I'd been waiting for.
I don't know what happens next.
But I know this—I want to see her again.
And I will write to her.
That's enough for tonight.