Writing: Folami Goes to Deatholme (And accomplishes nothing.)

Title: A Dangerous Yet Fruitless Endeavor
Fandom: Pairings: World of Warcraft
Prompt: N/A
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG-13 (Adult situations, allusions to sex.)
Word Count: 1,188
Summary: Overcome with grief and frustration at being unable to prevent Yarrow's abduction and then unable to find any clues as to his whereabouts, Folami takes matters into her own hand and charges into Deatholme.
Notes: Right, so this writing will accomplish absolutely nothing. Still, it begged to be written even if Folami's efforts are going to be fruitless. And when she fails, she is going to be pretty much well over the deep-end and probably going into hiding to beat herself up thoroughly. And that's not considering who else might be watching. Also, memories trapped in soulstones idea shamelessy taken from Nagaina. (Yes, I'm well aware of how much it sucks.)

At Thalassian Pass she brought her mount to a halt, the dreadsteed vanishing into thin air before the warlock's feet touched the ground. A strong wind flowed through the gate making her cloak billow out behind her as she searched for a hiding place. She'd chosen this place not because she knew it would be significant to the others—she didn't—but because it seemed the most logical place for such a thing to go.

( She stopped behind an overturned wagon, its wood warped and rotting. )