05-27-2020, 07:58 PM
Velameestra's breath appeared in a cloud of steam as she once more materialized in the realm of her dreamscape. The dim, cool light of the arcane sky overhead was tinged with the color of fel green lightning in the distance--a phenomenon that had plagued any dream since her attempt at reaching Victor like a stain she couldn't remove.
Her lips, now tinted dark in place of their unnatural paleness, narrowed in idle frustration as she looked up at it, but her focus turned to instead survey the rest of the landscape she had created. The path was empty, the fresh snow undisturbed even as she stepped across it. The bare trees twisted up on either side, their leaf-less branches illuminated by snaking lights that, upon a more careful inspection, could be identified as the scintillating forms of mana wyrms twisting themselves around the branches--the lights fading into grey nothingless further into the thick mist that dominated the areas further off the path. As she approached, the mage reached out a hand to the nearest creature, and it promptly encircled itself around her arm much in the manner Arkha'din frequently did, resting its head against her hand so that the elf could absent-mindedly stroke a finger along its throat. It hissed contentedly, the sound reverberating with a faint, dream-like resonance that mirrored the shadow of an after image that flickered in the path of its movement.
Despite the unnerving presence of the fel-colored streaks overhead, it was a tranquil and quiet reprieve. One that accentuated the chill that had fallen about her presence even before the sacking of Silvermoon, and removed the immediate reminders of her home across the sea.
She didn't feel like explaining the story behind the couch that had been a center piece of her dreams before her "death". Not this time.
"And now we wait, I suppose..." Vel mused quietly, her gaze shifting around the clearing again before she lifted the tresses of her purple jacket so that she could perch herself on the edge of a downed tree. She had chosen to appear as she normally did: the sharp angles of her armor betraying a transition that had not been present the last time she had spoken to the king of her people face-to-face. The new tattoo on her cheek still ached faintly as she raked a hand back through her white hair--which had gotten longer over the last several months--and sighed, her eyes looking toward the sky again.
The mana wyrm hissed again, its already translucent form flickering for a second to reveal the delicate skeleton beneath its skin.
And now we wait.
Her lips, now tinted dark in place of their unnatural paleness, narrowed in idle frustration as she looked up at it, but her focus turned to instead survey the rest of the landscape she had created. The path was empty, the fresh snow undisturbed even as she stepped across it. The bare trees twisted up on either side, their leaf-less branches illuminated by snaking lights that, upon a more careful inspection, could be identified as the scintillating forms of mana wyrms twisting themselves around the branches--the lights fading into grey nothingless further into the thick mist that dominated the areas further off the path. As she approached, the mage reached out a hand to the nearest creature, and it promptly encircled itself around her arm much in the manner Arkha'din frequently did, resting its head against her hand so that the elf could absent-mindedly stroke a finger along its throat. It hissed contentedly, the sound reverberating with a faint, dream-like resonance that mirrored the shadow of an after image that flickered in the path of its movement.
Despite the unnerving presence of the fel-colored streaks overhead, it was a tranquil and quiet reprieve. One that accentuated the chill that had fallen about her presence even before the sacking of Silvermoon, and removed the immediate reminders of her home across the sea.
She didn't feel like explaining the story behind the couch that had been a center piece of her dreams before her "death". Not this time.
"And now we wait, I suppose..." Vel mused quietly, her gaze shifting around the clearing again before she lifted the tresses of her purple jacket so that she could perch herself on the edge of a downed tree. She had chosen to appear as she normally did: the sharp angles of her armor betraying a transition that had not been present the last time she had spoken to the king of her people face-to-face. The new tattoo on her cheek still ached faintly as she raked a hand back through her white hair--which had gotten longer over the last several months--and sighed, her eyes looking toward the sky again.
The mana wyrm hissed again, its already translucent form flickering for a second to reveal the delicate skeleton beneath its skin.
And now we wait.