06-13-2017, 01:54 AM
Velameestra sighed heavily as she found herself back in the streets of Lordaeron. The shift was incredibly obvious - the quiet corners of the mage city of Dalaran compared to the bustling streets of Capitol City preparing for Uther's celebration.
For a moment, the elf considered turning around and returning to the mansion she now owned given the... events that had conspired in Dalaran. Her eyes flickered instinctively to the silver ring on her finger.
It was a lot quieter there.
The crowd of people that noisily pushed past her only seemed to emphasize the fact.
But she had had a lot of time to think on the ship back.
The mage rolled her eyes as she glanced after the retreating crowd and pressed herself as close to the side of the roadway as possible for the rest of the trek back towards the castle. It was not the most efficient way to return as she specifically avoided the main streets - and the people on them - but she exhaled with a sigh of relief as she saw the familiar gates of the castle.
She disappeared into the corridors without a word after the guards outside verified who she was, and started to maneuver her way through the halls as she listened for the tell-tale voice of her uncle, who she assumed she would hear before she saw, and sure enough...
She carefully peered into an open doorway. Her eyes quickly flickered over to Galadin, Giramar, and Vereesa and then settled on Rhonin for a fraction of a second longer before she looked at the elven man that was sitting chatting pleasantly with his sister.
Her gaze flickered away, and her lips tightened for a moment before she spoke.
"I'm back," she finally provided.
Her eyes, currently only faintly tinted with an arcane blue color instead of the typical ambient glow that normally danced about them given the frequency she utilized magic, went back to her father.
"I wasn't sure you would still be here, ann'da."
As much as she craved the familiar sensation of energy rushing through her body, she had forcibly kept herself from actively using it. At least for the last few days she spent aboard a ship to the shores of Lordaeron. It hadn't taken her brother expressing his concern for her to realize that she had likely reached a bit too far during the fight with Zalazane—even if every desperate grab for power had been worth it.
For a moment, the elf considered turning around and returning to the mansion she now owned given the... events that had conspired in Dalaran. Her eyes flickered instinctively to the silver ring on her finger.
It was a lot quieter there.
The crowd of people that noisily pushed past her only seemed to emphasize the fact.
But she had had a lot of time to think on the ship back.
The mage rolled her eyes as she glanced after the retreating crowd and pressed herself as close to the side of the roadway as possible for the rest of the trek back towards the castle. It was not the most efficient way to return as she specifically avoided the main streets - and the people on them - but she exhaled with a sigh of relief as she saw the familiar gates of the castle.
She disappeared into the corridors without a word after the guards outside verified who she was, and started to maneuver her way through the halls as she listened for the tell-tale voice of her uncle, who she assumed she would hear before she saw, and sure enough...
She carefully peered into an open doorway. Her eyes quickly flickered over to Galadin, Giramar, and Vereesa and then settled on Rhonin for a fraction of a second longer before she looked at the elven man that was sitting chatting pleasantly with his sister.
Her gaze flickered away, and her lips tightened for a moment before she spoke.
"I'm back," she finally provided.
Her eyes, currently only faintly tinted with an arcane blue color instead of the typical ambient glow that normally danced about them given the frequency she utilized magic, went back to her father.
"I wasn't sure you would still be here, ann'da."
As much as she craved the familiar sensation of energy rushing through her body, she had forcibly kept herself from actively using it. At least for the last few days she spent aboard a ship to the shores of Lordaeron. It hadn't taken her brother expressing his concern for her to realize that she had likely reached a bit too far during the fight with Zalazane—even if every desperate grab for power had been worth it.