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Lady Sylvanas Windrunner rolls 44 (1-100).
[Here, Paradisa. Have that spooky, ghoulish voice filling your journal.
She's musing, for once.]
In spite of the rather restive frivolities this holiday seems to bring about, there is something to be said about the effort one goes to express their admiration for another.
Even the beauty of the darkened halls of the Undercity has seen to be riddled with these colorful hearts and festive charms... Funny it is to have long, dead memories resurfacing, much like my people taking hold of our wretched world yet again.
How amusing it is that a number of my people find it appropriate to allow me charms of their toils, in spite of the emotions that no longer matter.
It is even more so amusing that such a holiday is universal, even here.
[A pause. Someone just got a bouquet from someone...
Her tone lightens, albeit faintly.]
More visibly so.
She's musing, for once.]
In spite of the rather restive frivolities this holiday seems to bring about, there is something to be said about the effort one goes to express their admiration for another.
Even the beauty of the darkened halls of the Undercity has seen to be riddled with these colorful hearts and festive charms... Funny it is to have long, dead memories resurfacing, much like my people taking hold of our wretched world yet again.
How amusing it is that a number of my people find it appropriate to allow me charms of their toils, in spite of the emotions that no longer matter.
It is even more so amusing that such a holiday is universal, even here.
[A pause. Someone just got a bouquet from someone...
Her tone lightens, albeit faintly.]
More visibly so.