Bookh was perplexed. He normally loved working with younger druids…but this new one…
He frowned slightly as he examined the cloudy alchemical mess in the vial before him.
“Well, mon? How’d I do? Is it…” The young Troll’s voice faltered to a stop. Ka’puna’s face still beamed with innocent enthusiasm, but she recognized that look on her teacher’s face – all too well.
Bookh cleared his throat, his frown deepening. He looked sternly into Ka’puna’s eyes. “You must focus, young one. The forces of nature are not to be toyed with. This….” he lifted the vial of what should have been a healing potion, “…is more likely to turn your patient into a frog than to bring them wholeness.”
Ka’puna stifled a giggle, but nodded obediently and under Bookh’s continued scrutiny, began working with a fresh batch of herbs.
Bookh’s mind wandered as he supervised the young Troll druid’s efforts. His face softened slightly as he remembered another young druid, his adopted 'sister’ the Night Elf Kitsubi, from so very long ago. Although in the Cenarion Circle race was supposedly not an issue for those who followed the druidic way, it had been unusual for a Tauren and a Night Elf to bond as closely as they had. Kit had faced similar struggles with focus as Ka’puna was now facing, to the point of nearly fainting every time she tried to heal someone. A proud smile fleetingly crossed Bookh’s face as he recalled the last message he had received from his little ‘Firey Fox.’ She and her companions had celebrated a number of victories in the battle within Icecrown Citadel, and she had finally come into her own as a healer, easily keeping her friends healed and fighting strong.
He sighed deeply, thinking sadly of the long grueling conflict in Northrend, of friends fallen or turned by the unholy evil of the Lich King into walking abominations. He was proud of the Browncoats and their role in the defeat of Arthas, but he was more than ready for a time with less conflict. That didn’t seem to be coming any time soon, however. The defeat of Zalazane during the battle for the Echo Isles, which also brought the surprising revelation of Troll druids, was still causing waves throughout the Cenarion Circle. There was unrest within the Horde, and the elements themselves seemed to be in rebellion…
A puff of smoke from the worktable in front of him brought his thoughts back to the room with a sudden jolt.
“Hmmm. Dat shouldn’t have done dat.” Ka’puna’s thoughtful frown was obscured by the ashy residue from the exploded potion, turning her normal bluish features into a solid mask of grey.
In spite of himself, Bookh began laughing…
He frowned slightly as he examined the cloudy alchemical mess in the vial before him.
“Well, mon? How’d I do? Is it…” The young Troll’s voice faltered to a stop. Ka’puna’s face still beamed with innocent enthusiasm, but she recognized that look on her teacher’s face – all too well.
Bookh cleared his throat, his frown deepening. He looked sternly into Ka’puna’s eyes. “You must focus, young one. The forces of nature are not to be toyed with. This….” he lifted the vial of what should have been a healing potion, “…is more likely to turn your patient into a frog than to bring them wholeness.”
Ka’puna stifled a giggle, but nodded obediently and under Bookh’s continued scrutiny, began working with a fresh batch of herbs.
Bookh’s mind wandered as he supervised the young Troll druid’s efforts. His face softened slightly as he remembered another young druid, his adopted 'sister’ the Night Elf Kitsubi, from so very long ago. Although in the Cenarion Circle race was supposedly not an issue for those who followed the druidic way, it had been unusual for a Tauren and a Night Elf to bond as closely as they had. Kit had faced similar struggles with focus as Ka’puna was now facing, to the point of nearly fainting every time she tried to heal someone. A proud smile fleetingly crossed Bookh’s face as he recalled the last message he had received from his little ‘Firey Fox.’ She and her companions had celebrated a number of victories in the battle within Icecrown Citadel, and she had finally come into her own as a healer, easily keeping her friends healed and fighting strong.
He sighed deeply, thinking sadly of the long grueling conflict in Northrend, of friends fallen or turned by the unholy evil of the Lich King into walking abominations. He was proud of the Browncoats and their role in the defeat of Arthas, but he was more than ready for a time with less conflict. That didn’t seem to be coming any time soon, however. The defeat of Zalazane during the battle for the Echo Isles, which also brought the surprising revelation of Troll druids, was still causing waves throughout the Cenarion Circle. There was unrest within the Horde, and the elements themselves seemed to be in rebellion…
A puff of smoke from the worktable in front of him brought his thoughts back to the room with a sudden jolt.
“Hmmm. Dat shouldn’t have done dat.” Ka’puna’s thoughtful frown was obscured by the ashy residue from the exploded potion, turning her normal bluish features into a solid mask of grey.
In spite of himself, Bookh began laughing…
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