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Syrenah was hunting King Mosh of Un'goro Crater. Somehow, the great Devilsaur had managed to evade the young Blood Elf for nearly three days now. Now it was raining, and the ground was incredibly muddy, so she kept slipping. Seeing a giant wasp coming her way, she bolted around a tree, only to slip and fall face-first into a large mud puddle. Holding her breath, Syrenah waited for the wasp to pass before struggling to get up. As she tried this, she succeeded in coating her entire body in mud: face, hair, and quiver included. Hearing murmuring voices nearby, she stood still in the puddle, looking quite like a mudman. The rain had ceased, so the mud wasn't washing off. In fact, it was drying onto her.
"D'you suppose that th' rain'll start again? I don't like this heat much." Said a heavily Gilnean-accented voice.
"Oh no, lassie, I don' suppose it will. Why'd ya come ifn ye didn' like it, hrm?" Another voice replied, sounding much like a dwarf. The voices revealed that they were both female. 'Alliance! What am I going to do?' Syrenah thought, frightened. Around the corner came a ghost wolf, most likely the dwarf, and a large...trollish cat. Syrenah was utterly confused. Where was the Gilnean?
"Wha's this?" The ghost wolf asked, sitting down hard on the muddy grass.
"I'm not sure. i was just about to ask you, wot?" The cat replied, cocking her head to one side and looking at the shaman.
"It looks like mud ta me."
"No! Looks like a tree, eh?"
"No. I's mud."
"Mud? What has gotten into your head, Zaoh?" (At this point, Syrenah was completely confused. Zaoh wasn't a dwarf name, or at least she didn't think so)
"Listen here, lassie! I don' think ye knoo much aboot mud, now do ye?"
"Ehr, sure I do."
"Well, ye see, a dwarf-ey creature like me'll knoo mud when I see it."
"Ye aren't a dwarf, Zaoh! you're much to big!"
"I said dwarf-ey! And trust me. I's mud." The ghost wolf said, stomping one of her front paws on the ground. Syrenah spat out mud from her mouth and blinked.
"Oi! Look! See, Zay? It isn't mud no more than you're a dwarf! It has eyes n' a mouth!"
"Oh phooey! It's nay use tryin' ta reason witchye. Can't ye see it's still mud! I's just a mudman now."
"Fine. Lets try to talk to it, hey?"
"Ye can't talk to mud!"
"Sure I can! Just watch, wot?" The cat said, stepping forward with a dainty step and sitting at the edge of the mud pool Syrenah stood in.
"Ello, Mud! What do you want, hey? Sitting here in your little mud puddle all the time has got to be lonely, hey?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.
"My name isn't Mud! It's Syrenah, and I'm not a mudman." Syrenah said, slowly trying to move forward out of the puddle.
"Watch out, Zair! These mudlads are awefull devious critters!" The ghost wolf cried, scampering backwards.
"Oh, do hush, Zay! Mud's a friendly one, eh? Can't you see that, hey?" The cat said. Syrenah shook her head, spraying mud everywhere and clearing her head of mud.
"Oh lookie here, Zaoh! Mud is a Blood Elf!" The cat, called Zair apparently, cried.
"I s'pose you're right. Le's clean th' lassie off an' take 'er to our cave." The ghost wolf said. The two of them came to Syrenah and helped her out of the puddle, carrying her across their backs back to a little, cozy cave in the mountains around Un'goro. Zaoh came out of her Ghost Wolf form, revealing herself to be a green eyed, red-brown furred female tauren, and carrying water over to Syrenah. She dumped it over the elf, cleaning off the mud.
"Come now, Zairja, whaddo we do wi' a li'l elven lassie like Mud is?" Zaoh asked. The cat (Now in her trollish form) came over next to the tauren, looking at Syrenah curiously.
"Why, I don't know. Mud? Can you speak?" She asked in her prim little Gilnean accent.
"Yes, I can speak," Syrenah coughed, "And my name isn't Mud, it's Syrenah."
"Auch, we've gotten ourselves inta th' habit o' callin' ye Mud, so we'll still call ye Mud." Zaoh decided.
"All right then. Can I ask you two a question?" Syrenah asked, laughing quietly at the pair's antics.
"Go ahead, hey?" Zairja replied, plopping down on the cave floor.
"Why do you sound like a dwarf and Gilnean, when you're really a tauren and a troll?" Syrenah queried, looking up at Zaoh from her position on the floor.
"Auch, funny question, lassie." Zaoh smiled, "I was raised by an ol' Dwarf lad. He foun' me in th' snoo o' Win'erspring, don' knoo how ah was there, but anyhoo, he adopted me." _-cont. below-
)) Shortly after, they ate a nice, cold dinner, with plenty of Zaoh and Zairja jabbering at each other about the discoveries of the day. After the dinner, they bid Syrenah, or "Mud" as they called her, farewell, and Syrenah returned to her hunt of King Mosh.
