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Another mission / The powers have called me away / Another time / To carry the colors again / My motivation / An oath I’ve sworn to defend / To win the honor / Of coming back home again
Sekhmeet stared at her mother, spitting and hissing at her father. She hated when they fought like this. Ever since Shait had left, it had been getting worse and worse.
Now Xastra had every reason to throw those veiled and hateful words at her father, Marovik. Her mother blamed him for Shait leaving, and always would. No matter that it was Xastra’s words that finally pushed Shait away, no matter that it was Xastra’s letters that Shait would not respond to; no, it didn’t matter. Marovik had pushed her daughter away.
Sekhmeet finally got around her parents and into her bedroom. She grabbed up her swords and buckled them to her sides. Slipping out the window, she sighed as she headed to talk to the battle masters. They were kind, and they knew what she came to them for. Her Sentinel teachers did not agree with the fighting to take away her anger, but she was defending against the Horde, and that made it ok to them. She smiled as she thought about how they would react to her taking a liking to the Dwarven battle master.
“Well, hey there lass! Back again so soon?” Brogun grinned at the nasty look that Sekhmeet gave him and hastily ducked under her half-hearted swing.
“You know it. You know why too, I’m sure everyone in Darnassus can hear them fighting again.” Sekhmeet shook her head and let out a nasty laugh. “She doesn’t realize that she is dragging herself deeper into the mud the more she yells at him. And there is nothing that anyone can do about it.” She sighed, and put a hand on the battle master’s shoulder. “Open a portal for me to Alterac. I think that a game of cat and mouse is exactly what I want right now.”