Antimony had spent the time between Aztal's second exit and Dhein's return watching the plant, studying the green curl of its leaves, the palpable aura in its shadows. Even just watching it was absolutely fascinating. Enthralling, even.
At Dhein's voice, and more specifically his words, she ducked her head slightly, blinking a haze away. "My name, perhaps?" Though she fought a twitch at the corner of her lips. Orgrimmar was not exactly her idea of "home", but this was as established as she had ever been since...
Letting out a short, useless sigh that rattled in her dry throat, Antimony unfolded her legs to stand and, with a hint of reluctance to peel herself away from the plant, turned towards the elf. She lost to the twitch in her mouth at the sight of him but quickly distracted herself with the items in his arms. "Oh good, at least one of us knows how to successfully fetch supplies. There are times I question your imp's intelligence."
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunder storm. And these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."