The sun dipped behind the horizon, taking the flamboyant colors of twilight with it. The pale glow of the moon barely filtered through the open window of the forge. A vagrant gust of wind bled through the window, ruffling Zul'Gora's robes, the white fur of Adam's pauldron, and the left side of his sky-blue hair.
His scowl deepened, and Zul'Gora broke the silence with a chuckle across from him. He couldn't hide Bao anymore. Even now, she kept the right side of his hair in place with her trembling paws. Might as well come clean. What was a baby panda next to the wargs and war-bovines the Orcs revered? Where she came from would be hard to explain, though...
He placed his gloved hands against his right shoulder with a heavy sigh. "Come out, Bao."
