[prayer] 'cause i won't give up without a fight

[indragonyears]

Who: Anduin and Wrathion
When: Dec. 13th
Where: a hospital in Japan
What: Anduin hears a prayer that cuts a little close to home, and Wrathion probably learns something about empathy. Or gets punched in the face. Whichever comes first.



"It's here, then?"

The prayer was only a little fuzz for aid in the back of Wrathion's head; Ogun stood for war and iron, for craftsmen and aggression... but Anduin, of course, had found his calling in healing, and had been found by the appointment of a healing god. He'd heard the call for aid like a clarion bell, and being a bleeding heart, had immediately gone to help even though he was supposed to be paying attention to Wrathion catching up on old times with his friend. Somewhere, the last vestiges of Varian Wrynn's dream of a warrior-son rolled in its grave; even on foreign shores, Anduin was a healer first and foremost. Wrathion tucked his hands into his coat, eyeing the building they stood before with a curious tilt of his head--the cold had little effect on the black dragon's inner fire, but he still preferred to be inside. "Do you have an idea as to how to find your lost lamb, then?"