#𝖩𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖠 𝖧𝖢 » ahoy sweet daughter of the seas

[blue-eyed-banshee]

The pain was searing, a torment that seemed to emanate from within rather than spreading like wildfire. Jaina felt as though she was being slowly consumed by an inferno designed to prolong her suffering. Sweat streamed down her face, her brows knitted in agony, and her jaw clenched as she fought desperately to suppress a scream that threatened to escape.

Her grip tightened around her staff as she surveyed the battlefield through blurred vision and spinning head. She turned just in time to see Anduin slashing Shalamayne into a fel guard. With trembling hands glowing with arcane energy, she managed to summon a shield barrier between her nephew and a looming Legion demon, intercepting a potentially fatal blow with what felt like the last of her strength.

The strain of maintaining the shield caused the burning sensation within her to intensify. Her teeth ground together as she fought to keep Anduin safe, but the effort only caused her arcane energy to build and the pain to surge. The shield dissipated before Anduin could react, and as he dropped his sword to rush to her side, a figure manifested beside Jaina who had collapsed onto one knee. Anduin stopped in his tracks as a certain mist like anomaly was starting to form and he knew exactly who it was.

The acrid stench of sulfur filled the air, making her stomach churn. She longed to teleport away, anywhere that would bring relief from the pain, even if it meant materializing inside a wall.

A cool touch grazed the back of her scarred hand, making her gasp softly as her eyes snapped open. For a moment, she saw the darkened sky, alive with emerald fire, through the face leaning over her. The sky was blackened by thick smoke, with bright green flares bursting like dying stars.

The Burning Legion seemed inexorable, an ever-present threat that would never truly be vanquished, always returning to plague Azeroth.

Jaina let out a weak groan as the burning inside her intensified; the fel she had absorbed was overwhelming. She squeezed her eyes shut, her brows tensed as she desperately tried to balance the chaotic energies within her.

Her mana scars glowed faintly—she was on the brink of an arcane explosion.

“Jaina.”

Stormy blue eyes snapped to the source of the ethereal voice. At the sound of Sylvanas’ voice, Jaina exhaled a shuddering breath, her scarred hand instinctively finding Sylvanas’ cold one on her shoulder, holding on tight. It was all she could do—to cling to life. The archmage felt the searing battle within her, as her own arcane energy clashed violently with the fel corruption. Fire and arcane mixed, amplifying the excruciating pain she was enduring.

Despite her efforts to hold back the impending surge of mana and fel energy within her, she couldn’t stop the scream that tore from her as the explosion occurred. Sylvanas didn’t flinch, even as her banshee form was propelled from her body. Anduin caught her now empty corpse and looked in shock at the banshee before him, eyes wide in disbelief. He knew Sylvanas was a banshee, but he had never imagined witnessing it in this way.

Relief washed over Jaina as Sylvanas, in a rare moment of vulnerability had telepathically asked her dark rangers to lift the stretcher she was on and carry her to a nearby medical tent. The cursed fel-torn sky disappeared from view, and Jaina felt another wave of relief as she sensed wards inside the tent blocking out the sulfur, making it easier for her to breathe.

The memorizing banshee form of Sylvanas all but floating after three four dark rangers who were carrying the archmage while Anduin trailed behind her, carrying her corpse within her arms.

Finally, she could rest, free from the relentless burning within her.

As she closed her eyes, she felt Sylvanas squeeze her hand. Jaina smiled faintly, a small but genuine expression despite her exhaustion. Through a telepathic link that Sylvanas had established to ensure her safety, Jaina could sense the other woman’s panic. She suspected that Sylvanas was afraid she was about to lose her. To reassure her, Jaina squeezed Sylvanas’ hand tightly, silently conveying that it would take more than this to break her spirit or the fel magic slowly coursing through her veins.

“I… I had no choice. I had to siphon the mana from the dreadlord to stop… stop them… they… they anticipated it…”

Her voice was halting, hoarse from the earlier screams and the pain that had wracked her body when the fel magic entered her veins. The various Horde and Alliance heroes hadn’t anticipated Jaina’s desperate plan, but she had managed to expunge most of the fel when she unleashed her built-up arcane energy, obliterating the dread lord who had claimed so many lives.

"And you did it. You stopped them. Now, rest." Sylvanas shushed her softly and Jaina exhaled shakily, purely out of relief for the comforting reassurance of the former Banshee Queen. The coolness of Sylvanas’s free hand stroking her forehead and face was a blessing.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Jaina whispered. Though her eyes were shut, she could feel Sylvanas’s gaze on her and she knew the elf was most likely smiling and she held onto that comforting sensation till she drifted into unconsciousness.

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“Would ever wanna one day run a library? Or book shop? Vale hums as her heads resting against Jaina’s shoulder while she’s working on paperwork. It always has been so soothing to sit with Jaina while she works. There’s a soft smile on Vale’s lips as she’s asking her question. Curious on how Jaina would answer. Also she’d loved to help Jaina run said bookshop or library.

“Think of all the wonders you’d come across.” Vale’s soft voice dancing against Jaina’s neck as Vale nuzzles it.

This was one of the many reasons why she loved Vale. The questions would come, and conversation would spark easily. Pleasant conversations and just sharing what they were passionate about. A smile shattered the exhaustion creasing the Lord Admiral's features, bringing back a warmer light to her face. Once she let the quill fall from her fingers, she lifted her hand to brush back loose strays that escaped her messy braid out of her face and leaned back in her arm chair.

Her head then falls against Vale's to rest, sleepy blue eyes gazing at the scenery outside of the window in front of her desk at the ocean in the distance.

That's a good question. It took her a moment to consider the answer.

"While I want to share all the knowledge with everyone who are as invested I am in gathering it, I also want to keep all the books to myself. Because I consider them to be rare treasures of any world... all that useful information thought up by brilliant minds and recorded to be passed on for the next generations to learn from. Or even for civilizations to thrive. Then all the fictional stories, whether they be dreams or a deep desire by someone trapped in a life they never wanted to begin with. An escape of sorts. True stories of survivors that would teach us a lesson or two, so we would avoid the same mistakes they made."

Turning her head, her eyes closed as her lips skimmed along Vale's forehead just below the hairline. Barely a kiss, as she sighed quietly after.

"Both. I think I would have both... though my own personal library would probably be the biggest collection." She admitted with a breathy chuckle. She really did adore her books and feared that others would leave them in ruin.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

𝑱𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑨 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑫𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑨𝑮 𝑫𝑹𝑶𝑷

𝖩𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖠 𝖯𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖣𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖱𝖤 » lord admiral of kul tiras 𝖩𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖠 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 » sometimes there’s no way to save everyone 𝖩𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖠 𝖧𝖢 » ahoy sweet daughter of the seas 𝖩𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖠 𝖠𝖤𝖲 » big dock energy 𝖩𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖠 𝖳𝖧𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖲 » and kul tiras will never yield 𝖩𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖠 𝖱𝖤𝖫: 𝖲𝖸𝖫𝖵𝖠𝖭𝖠𝖲 » the sea and the pull of the moon

[tornsurvivors]

ZINNIA, SAGE and MARIGOLD for Jaina

Botanical Headcanons

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃. is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

Jealousy, to Jaina, is considered childish. She may have experienced it at few points during her teenage years, but doesn't everyone? Though she had outgrown it rather quickly and found it absurd by the time she became eighteen years old while she was intimately involved with Arthas. She had learned that we don't always get everything we want and has accepted it. She doesn't feel jealousy when her significant other is flirted with by somebody else, because she usually places a lot of trust in her significant other. If they become unfaithful to her, she would simply leave and move on. She doesn't have the time nor interest for jealousy and petty revenge. After all, there were bigger things to worry about.

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄. what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

Even though she comes from a military family, she does not support everything the military stands for 100%. While she will support the aspect of using the military to protect their homeland and people against forces that want nothing but to destroy such as Old Gods, Burning Legion or the corrupted Drust under the twisted leadership of Gorak Tul, the so-called Drust King... she won't stand for using militarized forces against other mortal beings, like the animosity between the Alliance and the Horde. Even though she has supported the Alliance and Varian Wrynn, she no longer does so because even if one could convince both factions to work together against forces of greater evil... there will always be one corrupted leadership that's far too greedy or power-hungry. Despite her bad experience and trauma caused by Garrosh and the Horde who followed him, she has learned that not every Horde member is a monster. She had learned so during the battle in Pandaria.

She doesn't want to be remembered for the mistakes she made. She wants to be remembered for the fact she wanted to use magic to help people and to protect, hoping that message would be passed down to younger generations to learn from for the better of Azeroth.

𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐀. how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

The death of Derek, her older brother, was the first to affect her to a profound extent. He was her first best friend, the one who taught her a lot and the one who gave her the passion for literature. When the news of his death reached her, she ran to the shore outside of Boralus and broke down. In a moment of desperation to see her brother again or even hear his voice, she unknowingly tapped into the magic that always had been inside her and summoned her first water elemental. It was his death that led her to the discovery of her magical prowess and the desire to use magic for the greater good, to help prevent more unnecessary deaths. However, her father's death... that took her in a different direction. She felt immense guilt for not having tried harder to stop him from starting another senseless war. Daelin's death was the beginning of what could've been considered her downfall, it filled her with a hatred and rage she never thought she was capable of feeling. Though those negative emotions were beginning to simmer, it wasn't till the mana bomb that destroyed Theramore and killed dozens upon dozens of innocents -- including her apprentice, Kinndy... that those emotions exploded and set her off on a twisted warpath against the Horde. During that time, she had believed that her father was right this whole time... that the Horde could never be trusted to begin with.

Those two deaths impacted her differently, and put her through the toughest trials of a lifetime. In the end, she became even more stronger once she learned from her mistakes and used that strength to become a better person and to help those who would unfortunately travel down the same road she had.

[tornsurvivors]

Sᴇɴꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?   White tea & sage, sea salt and a little bit of cedar, the smell of ozone (due to arcane magic) is heavy around her. She doesn't really wear perfume often, only for special occasions.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE?    It really depends with her significant other. Realistically, they're calloused and a little rough. They're also scarred from the Theramore mana bomb, which is the reason why she wears gloves at all times in public. They used to be soft and warm, but now they can be a little cold from the Frost magic she uses. But to her significant other, they would seem to be warmer than she thinks. Perhaps it's because she purposefully makes them warm for her s/o.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY?   It varies, and it also depends on if she even eats. She doesn't really eat normally anymore, as in three meals a day. She'd just have a snack every now and then when she's not too focused on something or stressing herself out. Her PTSD had robbed her of the motivation to feed herself. Sometimes her s/o would have to make her a meal, and even Anduin would urge her to eat whenever she visits him. When she eats, sometimes it would be conjured mana biscuits. Sometimes it would be a homemade meal of venison with vegetables. Sometimes it would be seafood. Especially eel pie, which is her favorite recipe by her mother.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE?    She doesn't really sing, but she used to when she was younger. Her singing voice isn't anything amazing as an opera singer. Fortunately, it's not off-key either. It's more soft and warm, almost quiet.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS?  Her bad habits are: being extremely blunt when voicing her opinions, especially when she's angry. Barely eating is another, especially when staying up all night and working. Nervous ticks are fidgeting and refusing to make eye contact. Swallowing thickly and fiddling with the anchor pendant of her father's necklace.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR?   Being raised to be a noble lady had given her the habit of wearing feminine clothes, mostly robes or skirts and blouses. Heels. But it wouldn't be out of character for her to prefer more comfortable clothing like breeches and a loose shirt when she's home either. She often wears heeled boots with her Lord Admiral outfit (which is probably her favorite outfit of all time). It was something different from her Kirin Tor robes which she refuses to wear anymore for reasons. She still does like wearing dresses and she would wear sundresses during summer. Sometimes she would wear her formal Admiral outfit for special occasions in Boralus: simple navy breeches, white button-up shirt, knee-high boots and the Admiral jacket that her mother gifted to her.

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO?  Jaina is absolutely affectionate and it didn't start with Arthas. She just always had it in her. Before Theramore, she was not afraid to show affection just so her s/o knows she truly adores them. After Theramore, her PTSD had prevented her from allowing anyone near her due to trust issues. It would take her time to warm up and especially trust herself enough to be affectionate with her s/o. The traumatic events she suffered had caused her to become fearful of the fact she could end up hurting her s/o due to being so volatile, emotionally-wise and magically.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN?  She doesn't really sleep normally anymore. When she's alone, she usually would end up falling sleep in her armchair in her Admiral Quarters or in a library in a safe location. With her s/o, she would usually sleep on her side next to them and facing them, or in a fetal position. The only other times she would be completely unconscious / asleep is when she's laying on her back on a stretcher after a heavy battle.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM? Only when she wants you to. Otherwise, you wouldn't even know she's there behind you till she makes her presence known to you at the last minute. She's pretty light on her feet and she has the advantage of the teleportation spell.

tagged by: @tornsavior tagging: @blue-eyed-banshee and whoever else wants to do this!

[tornsurvivors]

Sender comforts reciever in the hospital

Or in the case of Jaina and Syl; where ever they get healing.

It burned like hell.

Though it had the intensity of an inferno, it wasn't spreading like a wildfire. It was more of a gradual burn -- almost as if it's intention were to make the host suffer. And fuck, did Jaina suffer. Her face was covered in sweat, brows furrowed in agony and her jaw clenching as if she were trying to hold in a scream. The smell of sulfur was making her feel ill to her stomach, and she wanted, so badly, to teleport out of here. To anywhere. It didn't matter if she ended up inside a wall, it wouldn't fucking matter because that's how excruciating it was.

The sensation of cool skin grazing the back of her scarred hand made her gasp softly, and her eyes snapped open. At first, she caught the darkened sky just past the face leaning over her. The sky had been blackened from the dense smoke and tints of bright green exploded, almost like stars burning out and dying.

Burning Legion just wouldn't stay dead.

"Jaina." Stormy blue eyes snapped to the face at the first sound of Sylvanas's voice and Jaina exhaled a shuddering breath, her scarred hand instantly finding the cold one to hold on tight. That's all she could do right now, just... holding on for her dear life. She could feel the internal battle between the arcane energy and the corruption of Fel magic.

A little relief was offered when Sylvanas asked, not ordered -- but asked her dark rangers to help lift the stretcher Jaina was on and carry her inside the medical tent. Just so Jaina wouldn't see that damned sky anymore, and the wards inside the tent were blocking out the sulfur. Making it easier for the Archmage to breathe.

Closing her eyes, she felt Sylvanas squeeze her hand and she smiled faintly. Even though it was sort of forced, it was also genuine. She knew Sylvanas probably panicked for a split second, thinking Jaina was about to pass. So she squeezed Sylvanas's hand in return. To let her know death would need to try harder to take her, and so would the Fel magic.

"I... I had no choice. I had to siphon the mana from the Dreadlord to stop-- stop... them... they- they anticipated it..." She spoke haltingly, voice still hoarse from screaming out to her allies to fall back and in pain when the Fel magic entered her veins. But you know what, it worked. The only thing they didn't anticipate was Jaina's risky plan. She was able to expunge most of it when she vented out the built up arcane energy and eradicated them.

"And you did it. You stopped them. Now, rest." Sylvanas shushed her softly and Jaina exhaled shakily, purely out of relief for the comforting reassurance of the former Banshee Queen. The coolness of Sylvanas's free hand stroking her forehead and face was a blessing.

"I'm not going anywhere." Jaina whispered. Though her eyes were shut, she could feel Sylvanas's gaze on her and she knew the elf was most likely smiling and she held onto that comforting sensation till she drifted into unconsciousness.

[tornsurvivors]

this cutscene just makes me even gayer for Jaina.

[tornsurvivors]

If Jaina could have any pet, what kind would she have? What would she name them pet?

She loves sharks, whales... sea life. Even otters. But she wouldn't take a wild animal away from where they belong. So, she would happily settle with a cat. She does like dogs, but cats are just better.

The name really depends. Usually she would go with something that has a sentimental value to her and that fits with the pet's personality, etc.

[tornsurvivors]

Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away Where innocence is burned, in flames A million miles from home, I'm walking ahead I'm frozen to the bones, I am

A soldier on my own, I don't know the way I'm riding up the heights, of shame I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest I'm ready for the fight, and fate

The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head The thunder of the drums, dictates The rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths The rising of the horns, ahead

From the dawn of time to the end of days I will have to run, away I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste Of the blood on my lips, again

This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands I'm frozen to the bones, I am A million miles from home, I'm walking away I can't remind your eyes, your face

[tornsurvivors]

Thinking about Jaina again (what else is new...), but seriously though. I was thinking about the effects she got from the mana bomb. The unstable mana. I was thinking that if she's gotten even more powerful after it, what if it was possible that the unstable mana somehow turned her into an immortal. Her blood and DNA are completely fused with the arcane, etc. It stops the mortal aging process and extends her lifespan. Because if you ask me, she doesn't really look like she aged much. Only the hair had changed, and the bags under her eyes are darker due to extreme lack of sleep. But other than that, she still appears young.

The only way her body gains permanent damage or die is by exceeding the usage of mana beyond her limit or siphoning even more raw mana into her body, turning herself into a miniature mana bomb.

[tornsurvivors]

"I learned that mythic creatures and immortality exists ever since I died the first time, but what the fuck was THAT?" Isabel cried out incredulously, heartbeats still POUNDING like hell from the latest encounter they had with a violator-- or rather, violators of humanity. She was breathing hard, wide blue eyes staring at Andy and one of her hands pointing in the general direction where they came from.

It was making her sick to her stomach... the stench of death. The creatures materializing from mists of shadow, they reeked of it. The menacing glow in hollow eyes were going to stick with her for a long time. Though that wasn't the worst part of it.

Andy's response wasn't what Isabel wanted to see. It's the look of deep concern, instead of the calm and rational posture because she's the oldest immortal who had seen everything. The immortal who could offer reassurance and a solution. "It's the first I've seen something like that."

Isabel was an unique immortal -- she developed an ability after her first death. The ability to see spirits all the time, even if there was no intention to show themselves to the living. It was like having the veil between the living and dead ripped right out of it's place. But oh, that still wasn't the worst of it.

It was sudden, another wave of dizziness crashing over her and she stumbled to the side, jaw clenching as she grew violently nauseous. She could still hear the echoes of their screams ringing loudly and taking a severe toll on her emotionally. It wasn't anything like the demon she encountered in the shanghai tunnels.

That ability also came with a hefty price. It takes a little chunk of her every time, in the sense of where she is forced to witness their last moments before their deaths, and after. To hear and feel what they had right before they died. Suffocating terror and unlike them, she doesn't die. She's left with the effects for weeks. Nightmares plague her mind and the danger of it is they could potentially make her numb to humanity. The more it happens, the more she is in danger of going mad.

"But I know someone who will probably know." It wasn't much, but still just enough reason for Isabel to fight harder for the sake of her sanity.

"Off to Switzerland, we go."

Seeing their deaths... what they were murdered by, it was only something that could be described straight out of a nightmare from hell.

~ * * * ~

Not even the breathtaking scenery of Switzerland could distract her, nor could it compare to the immortal Andy introduced her to. The rich energy she felt in the atmosphere was nothing like she had ever encountered. Werewolves were different. Isabel was mesmerized by the glow of sigils that seemed to be burned into her flesh along the sides of her face and the woman's eyes -- they gave an almost unearthly glow of blue.

"Here." Andy simply responded to the mysterious immortal, handing off her phone. Isabel was baffled at how little the woman reacted to the captured footage from Andy's body cam, not one bit horrified. However, she did catch the concern flashing across the immortal's features.

"It can't be." The woman murmured and sighed deeply, returning the phone to it's owner. Her attention flicked back to Isabel then, making the taller woman shift somewhat nervously under her scrutinizing stare.

"Your energy... it's rather unique too, Isabel. I'm sure you probably have a thousand questions, so let me save us the time. My name is Jaina, and I come from an entirely different world from yours. Apparently I was one of the chosen few to contain the evil that may leak from damaged timelines, which is pretty shitty of fate, huh?" That little scoffing chuckle at the end told Isabel that Jaina still retained a sense of humor and strangely enough, it gave her comfort.

She still couldn't help but watch as Jaina pulled back the hood of her shirt and nearly inhaled sharply. Her hair was as white as the snow, but she noted a small streak of blonde. Though what had her attention the most was how the bluish-purple glowing sigils appeared to continue down the immortal's neck. She wondered if Jaina's body was covered in it.

Must be one hell of a tale to share.

"This... however, is something we cannot ignore. If my assumptions are correct, another Lich King - or Queen is likely to rise if they manage to find all the pieces of a weapon that cannot be brought into this world."

Isabel swallowed and breathed out shakily, steeling through the lingering effects of the brutalized souls. Before she could even open her mouth to ask another question... Jaina finished for her.

"It's not your typical terrorist crap. We're talking apocalypse-tier here."

[ possibly a TBC... ]

[tornsurvivors]

Vale making her favorite hot cocoa and baked good with Jaina. Enjoying it together in front of a cozy fire or curled up in Jaina's chair in her Admiral's quarters. Especially after a long day at sea or a long mission.

It's one of those little things Jaina always looked forward to. It was kind of like her ray of hope through the dark and hard days. She has a favorite baked good she makes with Vale, a traditional Gilnean treat that had been passed on through generations in Kul Tiras.

Though she loves the cool / cold weather, being in the warmth of Vale's embrace is a heat she would always welcome.

[tornsurvivors]

the sass.

[tornsurvivors]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋?

The Phoenix

You have suffered much... yet, each time, you find a way to survive. No matter how beaten down, you endure. You are stronger than you give yourself credit for.

“𝑊𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠, 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑝𝘩𝑜𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑥𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑓 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒. 𝑂𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑠, 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛.” - Tides of War

tagged by: @forsaken-queen sort of tagged me. <3

tagging: @torntruth , @tornsaviors , @wcrstarter & whoever else wants to do this!

[tornsurvivors]

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ?

Sea Turtle

This familiar represents an individual who stands firm with their decisions, making the best out of life as it comes, and tries to find a peaceful route through any situation. You are a peacekeeper, no doubt; You can't stand violence between people, especially those you love, and will do anything to find a positive outcome for everyone. Due to this mindset, you are a problem-solver, wise and great for giving advice to others. A Sea Turtle familiar helps their master stay at peace during chaotic times, and teaches them to take life as it comes and make the best of it.

Grizzly Bear

A Grizzly Bear undeniably represents the power of nature, closeness to the earth, and the heart of a brave, persevering warrior. At times, they can seem calm and stable. However, if one hurts them or their cubs, they will fight with some of the greatest ferocity of any animal on earth. In the same way, you will fight until the very end to protect those close to you. However, despite your toughness, you are actually a very soft-hearted, peaceful individual inside. A Bear familiar is an excellent companion in battle, will loyally protect their master, and fills them with bravery when they need it the most.

tagged by: @wcrstarter tagging: YOU. do the thing.

[tornsurvivors]

Does Jaina keep in contact with her younger brother? Do they spend some time together before both of their duties require them to go back to work? Does Jaina update him on what she's seen and how things are going for her?

They used to spend time together whenever their lives permitted them to. During the holidays, or when Jaina would come visit Boralus when she was studying in Dalaran. But after Theramore and what went down between her and Daelin, they never got to see each other much. Jaina knew that Tandred was probably upset with her. That he felt just as betrayed -- and she wouldn't blame him.

However, after she called the Fleet back and brought Tandred home, he decided to forgive her as Katherine had. Which Jaina is grateful for. They would spend time together again like the old days in between duties, and Jaina would always check in on Tandred whenever she could. It's a fear of hers, losing the only family she had left.

She had a dream one night -- not a nightmare for once, but she had reunited with her older brother in it. Derek asked her to promise to take care of herself, and to look after Tandred. Because he might would need her more than they know. She would make sure that a Tidesage blessed Tandred's ship every time he would depart on another journey across the seas. So, he would return home to her and Katherine safely.