Sylvanas left in the end, but Quel'Thalin was only three days' travel from the Red Sun White Tower. Occasionally, she came to stay for a day under the pretext of an inspection.
"I feel like I'm going to rust." In the months since they had wiped out the Trolls' outlying strongholds, Shane had often heard her complain like this.
"If you still had to fight in person, that wouldn't be a good thing for the elves."
She understood, too, that her position would rarely allow her to take part in battle herself. "Coming here is about the only way I can relieve the boredom. You know, I'm starting to understand how those people stuck in offices feel. Big matters or small, they always keep you run off your feet."
Sylvanas might have called it complaining, but Shane could tell she enjoyed it. Taking on greater responsibilities and expectations gave her the pleasure of fulfilling her own potential.
The Royal Mage Association finally approved his request to study levitation, but honestly, the material fell far short of his expectations. Elven levitation techniques applied only to small buildings; large-scale applications were not mentioned. A trip to Dalaran was now unavoidable.
Spring arrived. After a night of warm breezes, the broadleaf woods put out fresh shoots, their new green expressing the poetry of spring's burgeoning life. The spring sunshine drove away the damp chill that had almost made people feel moldy, and travelers gradually grew more numerous on the roads. The trouble his mentor brought Shane arrived with the sunlight, too.
His mentor gave Shane a vivid demonstration of how refusing to state a position could make others value you all the more.
"Provided you're strong enough yourself." His mentor sounded excited as he passed the assignment on to Shane. "Windrunner Outpost is