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Guess who really didn't like the snow. One very unamused elf. Snow wasn't friendly, it wasn't welcoming, it was a menace. He had done what he could to avoid it back in Azeroth, but it seemed impossible here. Because it was everywhere. And he sure despised it.

And he'd mostly refused to step in it if he could, but that didn't stop him from practically plastering his face against the window of the commons room and glowering about the newly-found land of white cold fluff.

Splat!

There was a small explosion of snow at the window where Soryk was looking from. The powdery cloud quickly dissipating to reveal a familiar figure covered in more clothes than she's ever been seen in, bouncing a snow ball in one hand while waving with the other.

Oh. It was the troll. Half troll. Whatever it was that she was.

Soryk stiffened at the initial surprise and even as he gave his half-assed wave in return, he shook his head. As if it would be enough to scold her for just such a thing. But he supposed if he was going to be faced with someone, he preferred her over most others.

"I have no plans of going out there," he said, though he doubted he could hear her. Or maybe she could, with those fancy ears of hers.

Fancy ears indeed! She could hear you and that only made her smile even more.

Clasping her hands slightly together in front of her mouth to make a makeshift cone, she yelled again.

"Oh c'mon grump! It's fun! Take a load off! Live a little! You have plenty of time to enjoy life or brood!"

Did he look like he was budging? He was not budging. Sorry, troll elf thing. The snow just wasn't in Soryk's future, as far as he was concerned.

"Why do you not come in here?" he replied to her, waving her in, as if he was being particularly welcoming. Somewhat uncharacteristic, but despite the snowfall, he felt a bit... happier.

Or at least seemed it. So maybe in one way or another, he was under the weather.

Ellistree had put her hands on her hips and tilted her head before realizing he had just invited her over. Whether a truthful invitation or not, it was prgress!

Happily grinning, she shifted into cat form and bounded away, seemingly towards his location. Soon enough, there was a knock on the door.

Oh. It might as well have been bait, he supposed, for there she was in all of her glory. Well, at the door in any case. And who was he to make her wait outside?

Letting her in, he lifted a hand and pulled it through the ends of his hair. "As I said, it is far more pleasant in here." At least in his opinion, where there was no falling snow.

Ellistree gave a friendly nod before walking in. "Ah, everyone has their comfort zone~ I suppose yours is far away from the cold embrace of winter then." Which made her wonder how he liked the war on the north back in Azeroth.

Taking a moment to stretch, Ellistree soon found herself leaning against a table and looking over. "So, do you intend on hiding all through winter or is this just a temporary safe spot until you are ready to brave the snowy wilderness?"

He closed the door after her, and it seemed he hadn't lost all of his gentlemanly charm. If there was one thing he wasn't short on, it was charisma. When he chose to share it. But it wasn't something to put on display. He had no need to flaunt himself and it had always been that the more he wanted to stay in the background, the more other people wanted to pull him to the foreground.

Soryk never really did well with attention.

"I intend to avoid the snow as much as possible and only to go through when I am traveling between locations. I have no great fondness for the snow." Or much of anything, so it was really nothing new.

"I see~" Ellistree mused. Even if Soryk seemed a bit distant at times, his attitude was something Ellistree could get into. He was firm and himself as far as she could tell, and when he wasn't it was hard to tell anyways! Which honestly, was a very good quality to have back in Azeroth.

"What are you fond off my dear Sin'dorei? I'm sure there has to be some things you do enjoy." Someone was fishing for ideas for Winter's Veil gifts okay!

He shook his head at her. "Not especially. I, more or less, tolerate everything. Ask me the definition of enjoy, and I have no way of answering it."

Of course it wasn't true. He'd enjoyed his days and times with his wife. He'd enjoyed days and times with his on-again, off-again fiance many years later. He enjoyed his days and times with Zelda even more years later. But none of those things were things he wanted to say.

"I do have a specific like for being alive, however," he admitted with a nod.

"Hmm," Ellistree hummed as she tapped the side of her face in though, a smile still playing on her lips.

"I suppose we can all agree on being alive as something we like. Plenty of ways back home to not be if you really disliked living in the first place. Though that makes planning for gifts kind of hard since I cannot give you life~" she joked.

Though maybe more ways to survive? She didn't think she'd seen a magical blacksmith in FDC, though there have been weirder stores. Maybe a new set of daggers?

Soryk shook his head. "I really have no interest in gifts or presents. Material things mean very little to me." No shame in admitting it either. Did he really have anything that had value? Two things, he supposed. His hair ribbon and his engagement ring, which was- as of the present -completely a trinket with very little meaning.

But once, they'd both held their weight in reality.

"I suppose if we want to be practical, I could use a crossbow. Annoying beasts in the woods are competitors for the plants that I am after. A new crossbow would be useful in eradicating them."

"A crossbow huh?" Ellistree mused with a smile. "That's completely doable. And a nice choice, didn't peg you for a marksman. More of an, up close and personal kind of guy."

After all, most who carried that kind of equipment were.

"Do you have a proper satchel for your plants as well? For when you're collecting?"

"Not a marksman. Just have an appreciation for taking out trifle things with ease. I can get up close when I need to, but to be fair, I have a dislike for people or things in such immediate proximity with me when employment is not in question. It is not my first choice to be in close range, but obligation is obligation."

He'd lived enough of a life where his abilities put him in with a good reputation. Any kills he committed were done cleanly and succinctly. Otherwise, his favourite kind of work sat with information and eavesdropping. Information was more powerful than any sharp blade, in his opinion. And it often better served his benefit.

"And yes. Although one could never have enough. It is a practical gift, and yet were I you, I would not expect anything in return."

"All fair reasons and common sense. Crossbow it is." she said with a nonchalant flair.

"And I wasn't expecting anything in return, that much should have been clear." she stated, grinning over at Soryk. "It's the season of giving and that's what I wish to do. Besides, why not? A fellow Azerothian, while not the friendliest is still something I get to cherish having while on this odd world."

"Something to cherish."

Soryk shook his head as he heard her. "I do not understand you in any way, shape, or form, despite the idea that we are speaking the same language. It is as if this season has made you dreadfully sentimental. I do hope you will not intend to hold onto just such a thing. I doubt I could endure it up past springtime and its blossoming flowers."

Or perhaps he could and he simply didn't want to. They were virtually the same.

Ellistree laughed and crossed her legs, looking over thoughtfully while smiling.

"I doubt it. Not sentimental anyways... I suppose our home just forced me to appreciate everything I could while I still breathed. You know how it is... there's not a morning that one could wake up thinking for sure that they made it through the night unscathed, without some destructive force ending all you worked so hard to preserve."

She shrugged and grinned. "So I enjoy everything I can while I have the chance and honestly, I don't mind it one bit, but I suppose it can be grating." Not that she was the bubbling, chipper type... More of a enjoy life's pleasures and sow some mischief while at it.

"Not grating," he corrected her. "Simply different."

'Grating' wasn't necessarily wrong. He just didn't want to say it like that. He was supposed to be trying to better enjoy the season and to be fair things weren't as bad as they could have been. How did he really feel about it, however?

To be fair, it was hard to get Zelda out of his head.

"You are more expressive than I am, yet I know well enough not to take ideals and people for granted. You have merit to your words and that I will not deny."

"Interesting," Ellistree almost purred. "It's not like me to place stereotypes and prejudice so I shouldn't be so surprised at finding very different people from every different race we're blessed with on Azeroth." A smiled crept to her face and she laughed a little. "But even so, it's hard to ignore them at times so I appologize for finding it pleasant to hear your words." It was odd to say what was on her mind at times since her thoughts weren't the best expressed in vocal words.

Which is probably why she was more of a woman of action.

"There was nothing unpleasant about what I had to say. I would not have called them pleasant, and yet the words were not for me. I do not get the control to decide how you perceive my words, Ellistree. And even if I were to argue with you, you are such a very stubborn woman, that you would have gone about your own way."

But he wasn't insulted by it. If anything, it was only factual and how could he really fault her for something that seemed to genuinely just be a part of who she was? In honesty, easily. But for whatever reason, he didn't feel like biting at what seemed like an obvious lure. As if he was a fish who finally knew better.

But she misses fishing okay! And he would be a fun catch!

"Stubborn..." she almost whispered it before laughing a little. "Yeah, yeah that is one of the things I'm called often. Though more than usual in the midst of battle. Never quite knew when to retreat you know? The heat of moment and all, it was hard to remove myself when I was blinded by it all." That, and many other reasons she's sure those familiar with their world would know of.

"I think many would share that sentiment," Soryk replied, feeling a surprising kinship with her words. "For some, fighting and wars are all they have. Take that from them and they would not know what to do with themselves. Yet on the same token, put them on the field and all they feel is the sensation."

Because it was a feeling he never forgot. Never one to really be on the front lines of battle, Soryk liked the rush of power he got when life was stripped. Not from him, of course, but others. And he could understand the adrenaline Ellistree must have obtained when steel clashed with steel, sparks were born, and tension filled the air.

Soryk would be right on the mark when he commented on the thrills of the battlefield. Ellistree smiled and relaxed back a little, her hands behind her to prop her up.

"It's what you grow up with you know? Well, most of us. And then, depending on what road we take in life, we still get engaged with the concepts of war and combat, no matter how little or extensive it may be. It eventually stops being something you could do and it ends up being more of a way of life." In more ways than one.

"Though, I guess I don't mind having peace every once in a while... but I can't say that having nothing to do doesn't make me restless."

He nodded as he listened, finding no disagreement in most of what she said. It was odd, to have something they could discuss without feeling as if he was standing against her. Not that he ever would have called her a 'friend,' per se, but rather that as long as they lived in the world that housed FDC, there was a truce between them. But if they had been in Azeroth...

Well. Back there, just about everyone was an enemy, and none so much more so than his own kind, with their backstabbing and vile, underhanded schemes. Not that he was so much better as to completely avoid that kind of political and societal corruption.

"I have lived a life of peace," Soryk admitted. "It was not so grand." In fact, he seemed to recall it involved seeing his parents and listening to them badger him about his wife-to-be and when they'd potentially be spawning endearing little half-elves.

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