Alleria listened with delight as Lirath Windrunner poured out stories of his time in the Hinterlands. Some were embarrassing, some happy, and others troubled him. Whether they were joyful, sad, amusing, or frustrating, Alleria savored every one. She never interrupted him, merely watched him quietly and tenderly, a faint smile always on her lips.
As she listened, she thought about how, without Yu Lin Bloodhawk, little Lirath would have died during the Orc invasion, as he ordinarily would have. Things were wonderful now. Her little brother was still alive, and she could watch him grow, little by little, and listen to all the joys and sorrows he experienced along the way.
She laughed inwardly. This silly boy is still complaining about Yu Lin Bloodhawk's arrangements! You really are a silly boy! So adorably foolish. Do you know that while you fret and complain in your happiness, countless tragedies are unfolding all across this continent? What you call troubles are a happiness others can only dream of!
Alleria was lost in thought when she suddenly heard Lirath cry out in pain, followed by Vereesa's delighted shout. "Hey! You little pest, what are you doing here too?"
"You rotten third sister! You hit me the moment you see me!" Lirath cried angrily, clutching his head where she had struck him again.
"Oh, don't be angry!" Vereesa chuckled, walking over and reaching out to ruffle his hair. "Be good, little brother. Don't be upset. I barely used any strength! It was just a little tap."
Lirath slapped her clawing hand away and hid behind Alleria before daring to shout, "Rotten girl! Rotten third sister! You're so violent, no one will ever marry you!"
"You little squirt, are you cursing me?" Vereesa exclaimed. "You brat! I haven't seen you for a few days, and