These were the nights that Tyrande loved. A cool breeze pulling lowly glowing wisps from the tall trees, her Mother Moon bright and proud in the sky. An evening illuminated by the stars, with her resting a sleepy head on the furred neck of her husband in the form of a graceful buck, carrying her slowly through the night, letting her relish the night sky through a canopy of green leaves. She reached out to touch a twisting tree, her lilac fingers passing over the smooth surface.
The sky moving above her stopped, and she tilted her head to the side, letting her shining green hair fall over Malfurion's side. He whinnied and sat on his legs, half-closing his shimmering deer eyes. His antlers pushed apart a leafy curtain created by the vines of an old willow tree.
Tyrande smiled and rolled off his back, landing in a bed of soft grass littered with golden leaves. She sat up, blinking at him expectantly, patting a spot next to her.
She watched Malfurion transform, druidic smoke curling around him in an almost cinematic way. He sat beside her, his own grin obvious. He shifted his shoulders, folding his feathery wings to accommodate when she leaned against him.
"Nights like these make me forget all our troubles." She murmured. "Makes it hard to believe that anything in the world could be so wrong."
"Nature is beautiful." He agreed, peering through a break in the branches at the twinkling stars.
A cluster of bright wildflowers framed the spot they lingered in, growing along the branches and dotting the flowing bed of grass with white, yellow, and blue.
Tyrande gazed at them for a few moments. She turned to Malfurion and motioned for him to lean forward. She picked a bouquet of tiny flowers and squeezed behind him, tossing his lengthy hair in her hands. He had so much of it. She couldn't recall the last time he cut it, if he ever had. His green locks carpeted the ground, blending in with the flora, long enough to brush his ankles even when he stood. He usually kept it out of his face with an equally long ponytail tied in the back of his head.
Her nimble fingers reached for this tie now, pulling it away, letting his hair free. Malfurion didn't ask about it. She liked to do this often, and he didn't mind.
Tyrande pulled three soft sections out of the mass and began to twirl in a practiced motion, slipping in flowers here and there, to create a thick, heavy, flowery braid.
Malfurion hummed softly, relishing this rare feeling of peace. His ears twitched, feeling a stray strand tickle the violet skin every now and then.
Serenity simmered in Tyrande's heart. Why couldn't it be like this all the time? Somewhere close, an owl hooted. Somewhere far, a bear roared.
She finished, and sat back to admire her work, so simple, so attractive. She leaned forward, looping her arms around him and resting her chin on his sinewy shoulders.
Malfurion purred, tilting his head to peck at her cheeks. In his smooth, catlike way, he turned and pulled her close.
No words were necessary. Not with a pair like them. Tyrande pressed her lips to his in a warm kiss, both of them equally wrapped up in each other's scent, relaxing and familiar.
Tyrande's eyes fluttered open and her gaze drifted to the full moon, peering through the pink leaves dyed white with her light. Malfurion nuzzled her cheek, and she wondered if Elune was smiling upon them then.
She pushed the thought out of her mind. Surely their Mother Moon was as happy as they were. Instead, she focused on the dull glow of Malfurion's tattoos, each mark like a bolt of blue lightning through his skin. The night could hold them hostage in that moment for as long as it wanted. Neither of them were going anywhere.
