Vas blinks, eyes wide as saucers. "I... you..." she stammers, the shock turning her tongue into a clumsy lump of muscle.
Thousands of years. Thousands of years before the crystal-ship landed on Draenor. Thousands of years before her parents met. Thousands of years with the Legion still pursuing her people, having not found them yet.
Thousands of years, back to an Azeroth that has never known the Draenei.
Her jaw hangs open stupidly, and she's unable to formulate any sort of articulate response.
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Thousands of years. Thousands of years before the crystal-ship landed on Draenor. Thousands of years before her parents met. Thousands of years with the Legion still pursuing her people, having not found them yet.
Thousands of years, back to an Azeroth that has never known the Draenei.
Her jaw hangs open stupidly, and she's unable to formulate any sort of articulate response.