Before (A Collection Of One-Shots)

Hallow's End

"The pumpkins with faces they look so nice. I especially like the one eyed one," Kor'vas comments sitting at the table in the courtyard Thilalara had her inscription materials spread out on.

"It's Hallow's End!" she replies cheerfully.

"Yes I know, I did tell you after all."

"All we still need are decorations, and candy, and masks."

"So everything?"

"Well yes. I figure Lord Illidan does not celebrate though so besides if we can get candy," the druid shrugs and let's her sentence trail off.

"He let's you all decorate your rooms, probably wouldn't care what we do to the Den either," Brin comments joining them.

"Hi Brin," Thilalara greets. "No work for you this evening?"

"My week to work the kitchens, with dinner done I have the rest of the night free."

"Honestly no matter what anyone back on Azeroth accuses him of I hope it's never disorganization of the Illidari." Thilalara looks at her sketch then turns it to face the other girls, "wouldn't the Temple just look amazing decorated though?"

"That's quite impressive," Kor'vas says in way of answer while Brin just nods. "Is this what you did before you came to Outlands?"

"No, I lived in Ashenvale and avoided most people before I came here. Defending Lord Illidan to his brother is apparently not a wise idea."

Kor'vas nods and pulls a sheet of paper towards her. Scribbling on it briefly she hands it back to Thilalara.

'Supply run tomorrow is there anything you'd like me to bring for you?' The paper read with a doodle of a sucker at the bottom.

'Taffy,' she writes and hands the paper off to Brin.

Before she writes anything she looks between the druid and demon hunter. Quickly she adds peppermints to the list and hands the paper back to Kor'vas.

"I'm going to go talk to others around the Temple. I'll talk to you both later."

"Is she going to get in trouble for this?"

"I don't think so," Brin starts, "but even if she does she could just blame you."

"Blame me?!"

"Shh. Yes blame you." She leans in and Thilalara follows the action, "Lord Illidan has a soft spot for you."

"I'm nothing but a prisoner here."

"A prisoner living in a commander's room with permission to use the Den, wander the ground as you please, and you've even had the chance to leave the Temple. The only thing truly missing is the freedom to come and go as you please," a new voice joins in.

"Mela," the two at the table greet.

"If you're so worried about trouble Kor'vas may cause might one suggest talking to the Master."

"Actually," Thilalara begins prepared to disagree until she realizes the sense in the statement. "That's actually a really good idea."

"He was in the library."

Thanking Mela and hugging Brin briefly Thilalara turns into a cat and goes bounding off.

"Little cat?" Illidan asks looking up from his book when she sits down beside him.

She meows at him.

"I don't speak feline do try again."

Turning back into an elf Thilalara launches into this whole speech about candy and Hallow's End.

"It's fine," he says simply cutting her off. "If you all want candy then have them collect it to be stored in the kitchen."

She opens her mouth but closes it when no words come to mind. Of all the answers she was expecting such a simple one was not it.

"Is there anything else?"

"No."

He goes back to reading his book.

She stands and heads for the door till a book on one of the shelves catches her eye. 'Life, Death, and Nether: an Essay.' Taking it off the shelf she goes to one of the chairs near the fire putting her on a diagonal from Illidan and begins reading.