I haven't forgotten about this story.. will hopefully get close to conclusion soon. So very sorry about the wait
Kalvor's head snapped up and followed the woman's pointing finger. Through blurry, tear filled eyes, he focused on the small sorry band of refugees that were huddled in a miserable group about the fire. Amongst them, he could see two small forms and he stood, hope entering his gaze as he walked forward. Leanadas followed slowly, keeping her head bowed and hidden beneath the hooded cloak. Her fingers stroked the crystals that would take her from here to Dalaran and relative safety.
"Alianne? Salantir?" Kalvor stopped near the fire and Leanadas risked looking up. He was stood before a boy and a girl, both had pale, almost translucent skin and long light purple hair. They were holding each others hands and staring into the fire with blank expressions on their faces and it took all she had, not to reach forward and comfort them. Kalvor bent forward carefully, staring down at their faces with what he hoped was a comforting expression. "Alianne?" The girl raised her head and stared at him, confusion entering her gaze. "Salantir," The boy looked up once and then turned his face back to the flames. "I'm your uncle Kalvor," Salantir stared into the fire, giving no sign that he had heard, yet Alianne watched him curiously yet did not speak. "Do you remember me at all?"
"You came to our birthday," Alianne's voice was soft and he had to strain to hear the words.
"Yes," Kalvor nodded and leaned forward, settling into a crouch beside the pair. "Your mummy was my sister."
"Our mummy's gone away," Salantir spoke and his small voice tugged at his heart. "She can't meet you,"
"I know... I know.." Kalvor controlled his feelings as he looked over at his small relations "She asked me to look after you."
"A long time ago," He responded, swallowing back the grief that threatened to choke him. "She said that if anything happened, she wanted me to take care of you both."
"Yes she did," Kalvor replied, looking at the torn and dirty pair with love. "I can't promise that I'll be any good at it, but.. I'll try." He reached out with his arms and waited. Moments passed in silence and then both children flung themselves at the tall Night Elf. "It's alright." Kalvor murmurred, holding them both to him. "It'll be fine." He glanced over at the silent form of Leanadas and whispered. "I presume you can take us to Dalaran." Leanadas nodded and she reached for the runes, pulling free the one that would take them all to the floating city in Northrend.
"Dalaran it is," She muttered, her eyes bright with tears as she focused her magic and sent them flying towards Dalaran and safety.
Yes I know it's short but I've had a lot on.