More about Katalyna – this one is a bit longer than normal, but I wanted to get through to where you find out she’s *gasp!* a SHAMAN! haha.
The young cub was taken immediately down into the Prison known only as the Stockades with the man and the woman that had greeted her. She didn’t understand anything, just that there was a bit of excitement. She also noticed as she wandered through the paved streets of the human capital that there were none others like her. There were short versions of the man next to her, and even shorter ones still! There were the tall and lithe pointed eared people like the woman who had smiled at her, and there were ones that were so small, they were almost her size!
Sitting in a rough hewn chair near where the dungeons sunk beneath the canals of Stormwind, she swung her legs and looked around wide eyed, wishing she could understand the words around her. She didn’t know how long she had stood there before another man walked in, smiling. He kneeled down next to her and in halting Pandaren, asked her for her name.
“You can speak to me! I can understand you!” she said, clapping her hands in delight. “I’m Katayuena from the Wandering Isle.”
The man nodded and gestured to one of the other men. “Katalyna, yes?” he repeated back. She frowned slightly, as the pronunciation was not quite what it should be. But, happy to have someone who could understand her, she nodded.
“Excellent. I’m Roger Simmons. I met a Pandaren once before and learned some of the language.” Roger smiled at Katalyna, and she beamed back at him.
“This is great news! Where is the other Pandaren? What are you? You’re not Hozen or Jinyu!” she exclaimed.
“I’m a human, and you’re in Stormwind. This is the heart of the Alliance on Azeroth.” Roger continued to explain to the newly minted Katalyna where she was, and she nodded along, trying her best to understand everything. Roger explained carefully that the other Pandaren was someone he had met in another place called Theramore, and he was known as Chen Stormstout.
“So I won’t get to meet this Chen?” she asked finally.
“No, I’m sorry. He’s still in Theramore, the last I heard.” Roger had since sat down in a chair next to Katalyna. “Listen, Katalyna, we’re going to have to find a place for you to stay. I know the lady of this place where you can live and learn how to speak the Common tongue, and play with other kids.” Roger smiled. “How does that sound?”
“Learn the Common tongue? What’s wrong with Pandaren?” She asked softly.
“Nothing, but no one really understands it here because it’s not our language. The official language of the Alliance is Common, and then you’ll be able to talk to everyone.” Roger stood up and held his hand out to the young cub. “What do you think?”
“Will I train to be a monk?” she asked.
“No, honey, there’s no training where we’re going. You’ll have to do some chores, like help clean, and you’ll have to do some schooling but you won’t learn to fight.” Roger smiled at her once more. “At least come and visit the Matron with me!”
Deciding that this sounded like an interesting addition to her adventure, Katalyna jumped down from the seat she had been sitting on an she took Roger’s hand. “OK!” She exclaimed.
And that was how she became the latest Orphan of the Stormwind Orphanage.
Haltingly, Katalyna learned to speak the common tongue, although she was not very well liked by some of the other kids at the Orphanage. She often found herself the victim of pranks, and the other boys and girls picked on her for having fur instead of skin and for having a tail as well. She often found herself wandering around the streets and alleyways of Stormwind, seeking out refuge near the canals or even out front of the magnificent city where several fishermen would spend their days attempting to deplete the moat before the city of it’s fish.
It was on one of these forays that she was sitting near a big oak tree, watching the water and wondering if she could communicate with it again when a strange woman walked up to her. This woman was known as a Draenai, and they were new to the Alliance, much like her.
“Hello there, little one.” The woman smiled. She sat down next to Katalyna, her clothing clinking and clanging slightly. “I am Farseer Umbrua. And you are?” Her voice was thick and accented.
“Katalyna. What’s a Farseer?” She asked. The months hadn’t dulled the young Pandaren’s inquisitiveness at all.
“I’m a shaman. The elements are my friends, and I can ask them to help me.” The Farseer pointed at the water and whispered a few words. A small water jet appeared and danced it’s way across the water towards the outcropping where the two of them sat. “See?”
“Water is my friend too!” Katalyna exclaimed, clapping her hands. She told the Farseer about how the waves had carried her to Stormwind, and how the fire had helped her cook her fish and how the air had helped keep her cool. Farseer Umbrua eyed the young cub carefully.
“Can you try something for me?” She asked. When Katalyna nodded enthusiastically, the Farseer put her hands out and whispered. A flame appeared in her hands.
Katalyna trembled. She haltingly reached forward and placed her hand next to the Farseer’s. The little flame danced from the Farseer’s hand and into Katalyna’s. The flame itself didn’t hurt the young pandaren, nor did it singe her fur. Instead, it was slightly warm, and she smiled at it. “Hello Flame…” she murmured, bringing her other paw up and gently tracing around the flame with aclaw. It seemed like the flame giggled at her as it wiggled about in her palm as she balanced it.
“It seems, young one, that you too have the ability to commune with the elements. Come, tell me more of your story. I would like to teach you how to harness your abilities, and how to use the Elements as your guide.”