"Who am I kidding," she muttered angrily to herself as the brittle winds whipped around her. Drawing her black cloak tighter around her lean frame, Isthla kept moving through the billowing snow. A hood shielded her face from light but certaintly not from the cold. Her purple lips had gone pale from the cold and her long eyebrows were covered in ice particles.
"Just because I stood around while their stupid king almost got killed those darn gnomes won't let me use their tram. Heh...he deserved to almost die. He pratically wiped his own race out for Elune's sake! And what do those blasted gnomes do? They kick me off the tram when I try to get on...And ofcourse the gryphons in Ironforge just had to be on break. Who ever heard of gryphons needing breaks! They're here to fly me around not sit around and eat their blasted hay! It'd be nice if they'd eat some of those gnomes."
She continued on her trek through the snow, muttering to herself inaudiably. Her feet crunched the snow as she almost sank in every step.
"This is going to be a long walk to Stormwind..."