"If…if you would just…stand…stand still a moment. I promise it won't be long…" the mage replied as courteously as she could, though her voice was much too soft to belong to that of true Forsaken. Annise stuck out like a sore thumb--fortunately, Lady Sylvanas was too much in a rant to really notice. A sneer, and the Dark Queen folded her arms tightly across her chest, wisps of white hair sneaking out of her hooded visage.
"You waste my time," the Queen spat between her teeth, cold eyes narrowing dangerously. Anna visibly gulped as she heard a shift of wings behind her: the dread lord Varithamas was also growing weary.
Anna smiled, thinking to herself, as she sat the covered object on the ground, gently.
"A gift for your time then," Anna replied as she closed the sketchbook, in her hands. "I think I can finish the rest on my own time, milady."
The Dark Lady shifted slightly, and nodded to one of her Deathguard to pick up the mysterious object as the strange Forsaken woman left the Royal Quarter, to step into the arms of a familiar Medic. Name's escaped Sylvanas, much of the time, she had to be reminded of her own. Names were things of the past, and pasts were to be shed, like snakeskin.
A flutter of wings, and a guttaral caw filled the Royal Quarter as the Dark Lady freed her gift from its cage.
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