Zev sliced through the aether like a knife through butter, his streamlined form giving little wind resistance as he flew gracefully. Having just found the tribe of Tenebri hidden in the feywilds— his people— and inviting them to come back to Tempestreach, and having met his mother whom je thought was dead, learning his real name was supposed to be “StormWind” things are a little wild. But as he thought, he became mofe sure. Things are going to be good. Maybe.. he’ll drop by the Palace in the Blooming Groves.. pay a visit to the most beautiful Orc in the land.. the woman he’s been courting for almost a year.. Princess Makena of the Han Dynasty. She’s 3 moons older than him, bur she’s so short— she’s half dwarf, and she stands at just 5’2”. He can’t wait to see her again. Her earthy brown skin, her curly dark hair like the night sky, her plump lips, the golden tusk— a symbol of her loyalty to her clan even in times of crisis. He can’t wait to hear her smooth voice speaking softly to him, to look into her jade green eyes speckled with flecks of gold like drops of sunshine. To hold her full-figured body against him as they rested..