08-21-2019, 10:59 PM
Remnii's eyes flickered, bright and curious through the curtains of the carriage. One blue finger delicately held the fabric back just enough to view the kingdom that she'd called home for all of a month. She'd only been off castle grounds a handful of times, mostly to visit the same destination she was off to now-- the Church of the Holy Light. The bustle of the humans made her smile, both in gratitude and with some degree of worry.
War had not reached Lordaeron and it was apparent.
Still, peaking out of her porthole filled her heart with hope (not that it was hard). Even as winter had set into the kingdom, folks bustled to and fro on their daily errands. Life was continuing, despite the burgeoning threat. She chewed on the inside of her lip, looking away for a moment, she tapped the crystals the were floating around her.
Despite feeling uneasy, Remnii was, once more, clad in her late mother's dress. The damage that had been done to the artifact had been carefully undone by the kindly royal seamstress. Though, as to not undo the structural integrity of the dress, Remnii had opted to keep it slightly shorter than was ideal for her. (Luckily, a long slip was available, adding another layer to it, covering her hooves in a height-appropriate fashion.) While, in a way, the garment made her incredibly uncomfortable, Remnii knew better than to get herself all worked up. Despite her questions and concerns, the White Tyrant had given her a gift. This dress was of the finest in Mac'Areen, pre-Legion, construction. It was made to last and it showed.
Thus, as it was emblazoned with standard Draenic colors, crystals, and the image of a Naaru, Remnii had opted to turn the dress into a force for good. With her mother's dress, she'd represent the Draenei to Azeroth-- a new chapter for all parties, dress and Draenei alike.
As she contemplated herself and her unique station, she soon felt the carriage creak to a stop. Remnii took a breath in her nose and out of her mouth. A long awaited day was upon her-- a visit to meet the Archbishop Benedictus, himself. This meeting was if the utmost import for the future of the Draenic relations with the races of this land. The Holy Light informed many, as the Light did to her own people. In the end, this was a clandestine meeting. The Humans and the Draenei had both been called by the Light to something greater, something more. To insure this future, Remnii prayed she would know the right words to say.
Light guide me as you have guided ourr Prophet, my Vakas. Let me share in his wisdom, his compassion, for one moment. Remnii said a silent prayer clasping her hands around her staff as she heard the kind Human, Ser Benjamin, round the carriage. Her headband seemed heavier on her head as she prayed, Let me underrstand the song M'uru sung, let me play my parrt in this harrmony. Let my words speak true, that I may bring another of flicker of light to this land as darkness attempts its descent.
Immediately after, Remnii greeted her human escort with a grateful smile and a careful word of, heavily accented, thanks. She took his hand, carefully lifted up her dress and planted her hooves on the cobblestone. She crunched a few contrasting leaves underhoof and staff as the pair made their way to the steps of the massive cathedral. Reverently she looked up to its massive spires and Remnii could not help but smile. It was a blessing to return to a place most holy.
Remnii found herself escorted through chambers of stone to her destination, hooves and staff clicking in the unfamiliar place. Still, she offered a genuine smile to those who met her eye, obviously curious. Upon finding her mark, she spoke with the Tongues spell to a member of the clergy who awaited her arrival. She offered them a neat curtsy.
"I have come for an audience with Arrchbishop Benedictus."
War had not reached Lordaeron and it was apparent.
Still, peaking out of her porthole filled her heart with hope (not that it was hard). Even as winter had set into the kingdom, folks bustled to and fro on their daily errands. Life was continuing, despite the burgeoning threat. She chewed on the inside of her lip, looking away for a moment, she tapped the crystals the were floating around her.
Despite feeling uneasy, Remnii was, once more, clad in her late mother's dress. The damage that had been done to the artifact had been carefully undone by the kindly royal seamstress. Though, as to not undo the structural integrity of the dress, Remnii had opted to keep it slightly shorter than was ideal for her. (Luckily, a long slip was available, adding another layer to it, covering her hooves in a height-appropriate fashion.) While, in a way, the garment made her incredibly uncomfortable, Remnii knew better than to get herself all worked up. Despite her questions and concerns, the White Tyrant had given her a gift. This dress was of the finest in Mac'Areen, pre-Legion, construction. It was made to last and it showed.
Thus, as it was emblazoned with standard Draenic colors, crystals, and the image of a Naaru, Remnii had opted to turn the dress into a force for good. With her mother's dress, she'd represent the Draenei to Azeroth-- a new chapter for all parties, dress and Draenei alike.
As she contemplated herself and her unique station, she soon felt the carriage creak to a stop. Remnii took a breath in her nose and out of her mouth. A long awaited day was upon her-- a visit to meet the Archbishop Benedictus, himself. This meeting was if the utmost import for the future of the Draenic relations with the races of this land. The Holy Light informed many, as the Light did to her own people. In the end, this was a clandestine meeting. The Humans and the Draenei had both been called by the Light to something greater, something more. To insure this future, Remnii prayed she would know the right words to say.
Light guide me as you have guided ourr Prophet, my Vakas. Let me share in his wisdom, his compassion, for one moment. Remnii said a silent prayer clasping her hands around her staff as she heard the kind Human, Ser Benjamin, round the carriage. Her headband seemed heavier on her head as she prayed, Let me underrstand the song M'uru sung, let me play my parrt in this harrmony. Let my words speak true, that I may bring another of flicker of light to this land as darkness attempts its descent.
Immediately after, Remnii greeted her human escort with a grateful smile and a careful word of, heavily accented, thanks. She took his hand, carefully lifted up her dress and planted her hooves on the cobblestone. She crunched a few contrasting leaves underhoof and staff as the pair made their way to the steps of the massive cathedral. Reverently she looked up to its massive spires and Remnii could not help but smile. It was a blessing to return to a place most holy.
Remnii found herself escorted through chambers of stone to her destination, hooves and staff clicking in the unfamiliar place. Still, she offered a genuine smile to those who met her eye, obviously curious. Upon finding her mark, she spoke with the Tongues spell to a member of the clergy who awaited her arrival. She offered them a neat curtsy.
"I have come for an audience with Arrchbishop Benedictus."