It was such a strange feeling, feeling simply gone despite the craving dissipating. He wasn't sure what it was at first, the gnawing at his stomach, and meditating for hours upon end did nothing. It was nothing related to magic, nothing in the Arcane.
He missed his people. The Blood Elves were alone in leadership.. Though he supposed the three in charge of Silvermoon City would do well. They always did, he had his utmost faith in them. It was part of why he chose them to protect the one glorious land of Quel'thalas. Truly, despite the statues directed in his favour, Kael was a faceless leader. He'd stewarded his kind to hopeful means, and now.. Now he was stuck here.
This feeling, it suddenly occurred to Kael, was homesickness.
Disgust registered across his features before he rose from his spot in Jennifer's apartment and decided to at the very least get out. He'd been cooped up in the residence with book after book on the history of the world he was currently living in, and in order to properly concentrate he at least needed a walk. Gold, he realized, was worth a lot more here than it did in Azeroth.
He was wearing suspiciously girlish looking jeans and a bright red hoodie--just because he was in Kansas, far be him to not wear the colour of his people with pride--that was currently pulled up. It looked a bit ridiculous, as his ears were poking out of the fabric, but it hid the length, mostly. People in Kansas didn't take well to Blood Elves, it seemed. The glowing eyes had been remedied by 'borrowing' a pair of Jennifer Check's sunglasses, leaving him looking suspiciously like a woman or a model of some sort.
Convenience stores were like general wares, but with far more trivial things and packages mostly made to catch the eye rather than to serve their purpose. He was mulling over a magazine when he heard the cashier scream, and, as everyone else in the store, and immediately dropped the soap opera tabloids to turn around. What greeted him was...
"Interesting," He stated softly, holding his the palm of his hand open. It was almost a mutual understanding, Kael felt--one fire mage to the next--and summoned a large ball of fire from the appropriate elemental plane.
"..But our powers are normally frowned upon in broad daylight, stranger. Your manipulation is excellent."
He didn't show it, but it cheered him up--a familiar power, a familiar something to cling to that wasn't the potential Lich King.