Tauren are not for dinner.

Anyone who claimed that Tauren were eternally patient had never met a bull determined to smash his enemies. Fawa did not take kindly to the stereotypes of her people. The slow moving Tauren were as swift as their comrades, and even swifter than their enemies when necessity called for it. When diplomacy and patience had worn thin, their horns turned bright with the blood of their adversaries. And anyone foolish enough to believe them dim witted or unintelligent usually realized their folly far too late. Tauren were not cattle, and could not be rounded up and driven over cliffs.

She tried hard to call upon the patience of her ancestors during times when required, especially when dealing with those who were supposedly on her side, yet saw fit to overlook her intelligence and assume she had nothing to add. While slow to anger, frustration built a bit quicker.

The blood elf barely looked at her, merely reading off the parchment in front of him. He recited each word slowly, pausing occasionally to change a word he assumed would be too large for a Tauren to understand. "... And as you are normally in the company of my son, I would app- like you to please send me news of his whereabouts-- that means where he's at-- as soon as you are ab--Hey!"

Taliesin, tired of listening to the long winded missive, simply snatched it out of the courier's hand and held it out to Fawa. "She isn't stupid. In fact, I daresay she can read it herself without your input."

The courier huffed indignantly, glaring at Taliesin as if he'd grown a second head with warts. "As you wish..." Something else hung on the sentence, something likely unkind. But he had the forethought to bite his own words and simply leave the room.

Fawa smiled at Taliesin, taking the missive and unfolding it in her lap. "Thank you. He was becoming rather obnoxious."

Taliesin shrugged his shoulders, making a whimsical gesture with his hands. "If you'd run him through with your horns, I don't think I would have minded very much."

"Taliesin!"

He simply smiled at her in reply.

The missive was difficult to read. Not because Fawa didn't know how, but because the letters themselves weren't shaped quite right and the language was rough in patches. Blood elves had to learn Orcish, the primary language of the Horde. Some balked at the idea of it, Orcish was a very gutteral language, harsh enough to be difficult on the throats of many elves. Others, like Taliesin and Lohengrin, took to it with ease. Not only had Tal already picked up Orcish, but he now had Fawa teaching him bits and pieces of Taurahe.

She wished she could try sitting Lohengrin down and teach him as well. If only he weren't so flighty! Determined to go find some cause somewhere and fight for it. And now she had another missive from his father in Silvermoon City demanding information from her. As if she had it to give him. Since Lohengrin ran off to join the armies at Frostwolf, she hadn't heard from him.

That in and of itself was unusual. Lohengrin usually kept in touch some way. That his father was unable to find him and send someone on him to keep an eye on him was even stranger. The man was obsessive about his son's welfare. While Fawa understood it to a degree, she often felt he took it too far.

"What does he want this time? Secret bombing squads with goblins to go looking for our wayward friend?" Taliesin asked.

Fawa laughed. "No, it's just the usual round of questions about Lohen. I'll reply... tomorrow."