02-28-2020, 04:21 AM
With princely permission granted and her cloak clasped tight to her chest, Remnii made her way through the sleepy streets of Lakeshire. Upon her staff, the sigil of the Church of the Holy Light provided a small amount of light for her by means of a cantrip. Most families were already tucked in, warm and cozy, for Winter Vale's Eve. Yet, from other homes, light still spilled from the windows in excess, candles burning bright and the faint murmur of celebratory voices could be heard throughout. She hummed with appreciation at the idea of the holiday, yet the lone sound made her uneasy given her reality.
Walking, alone, in chilly and unfamiliar streets certainly felt lonely. Even with the din of voices, her hoofsteps could be heard echoing off the cobblestone, her own breathing sounded loud. In the near silence she really did feel like the only Draenei for thousands of miles. For a brief moment, Remnii felt like a ghost. Her odd shadow did not quite fit upon the quaint pathways. The flicker of her magic, accompanied by a moment of self-consciousness, led her to stop and breathe.
Remnii clutched her staff, 'Anxiety is getting the best of me. Blessings have surrounded us this evening in revelation and productivity, both.'
Though the pang of loneliness lingered, she still smiled and shook her head. A Wintervale present, of sorts, awaited her in the form of a friendly face and a compass that was built around a piece of something familiar. She would only be here, alone, until she sought out the company awaiting her.
'For a first Wintervale, the Light was kind, indeed.'
Renewed enough to continue, Remnii only found herself turned around once or twice. She doubled back onto streets that she'd sworn she had (not) been down before. Despite her fuss, soon a familiar path caught her eye. With a sigh of relief and a small prayer of thanks, Remnii caught the sight of the Glade homestead.
Perhaps slightly later than she'd meant to, the Draenei finally trotted forth to meet with Aramar. She offered a wave of her staff into the dark, hoping that her distinctive silhouette would draw out the young prophet, for they had much to discuss.
Walking, alone, in chilly and unfamiliar streets certainly felt lonely. Even with the din of voices, her hoofsteps could be heard echoing off the cobblestone, her own breathing sounded loud. In the near silence she really did feel like the only Draenei for thousands of miles. For a brief moment, Remnii felt like a ghost. Her odd shadow did not quite fit upon the quaint pathways. The flicker of her magic, accompanied by a moment of self-consciousness, led her to stop and breathe.
Remnii clutched her staff, 'Anxiety is getting the best of me. Blessings have surrounded us this evening in revelation and productivity, both.'
Though the pang of loneliness lingered, she still smiled and shook her head. A Wintervale present, of sorts, awaited her in the form of a friendly face and a compass that was built around a piece of something familiar. She would only be here, alone, until she sought out the company awaiting her.
'For a first Wintervale, the Light was kind, indeed.'
Renewed enough to continue, Remnii only found herself turned around once or twice. She doubled back onto streets that she'd sworn she had (not) been down before. Despite her fuss, soon a familiar path caught her eye. With a sigh of relief and a small prayer of thanks, Remnii caught the sight of the Glade homestead.
Perhaps slightly later than she'd meant to, the Draenei finally trotted forth to meet with Aramar. She offered a wave of her staff into the dark, hoping that her distinctive silhouette would draw out the young prophet, for they had much to discuss.