Maiev vs. Tyrande

Deren's home in Theramore.

It was a beautiful day, and Deren had inched down the stairs step by step.

"Good morning, Mr. Deren." Jaina greeted him meaningfully. "Today, I prepared a nourishing soup for you."

Deren had wanted to refuse, but after thinking it over, he nodded in agreement.

"Wow, nourishing soup. I want some too." Chromie's voice came from upstairs, followed by her long legs stepping down the stairs. She wrapped an arm around Deren, who was still leaning against the banister. "Want me to feed you? Mouth to mouth?"

Deren fearfully took a step back. "No, no, I can drink it myself."

"Tsundere men are the least cute." Onyxia's voice followed. "You were so happy eating her big honey cake last night, yet now you're making excuses."

Deren wanted to bury himself. What a social death first thing in the morning. Fortunately, Anveena did not seem to have heard the conversation. Otherwise, how was he supposed to explain so many terms to her?

"Hiss—" The Portal's flash appeared in the living room right on schedule, and Jaina emerged as if she were entering her own room.

Seeing Deren's bedraggled state, she smiled knowingly. She took a seat by the dining table and said, "Tyrande will be coming over today to inspect Illidan's progress in learning the Holy Light. Do you want to go watch?"

At those words, Deren immediately fell into thought. The two dragons could no longer tease him.

"Now that Illidan and Maiev have learned the Holy Light, it proves elves can learn it too. Next, the Night Elves may send a certain number of people here to study. I remember High Elves had priests who mastered the Holy Light long ago, which shows the Holy Light can be accepted by many races. I wonder what