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[sworn]

[She hears the explosion from miles away. She can feel the ground trembling beneath her, appalled that such an atrocity has been committed. Even the night elf in front of slows her riding speed, ears perked in curiosity.

Vereesa feels her stomach drop. Without even casting a glance behind her, she has a horrible feeling of what has happened. A part of her has been ripped from her very being; something essential to her core. As her steed comes to a halt, she feels herself slumping over and unable to keep herself steady. Only her trembling hands that barely hold onto the reigns keep her from toppling over and falling from her mount.

Shandris Feathermoon is at her side immediately as Vereesa breaks into loud, broken sobs. She still hasn't looked behind her because she already knows what is behind her. It is the same vision that haunts her dreams and reminds her of what she has lost. Even as she sleeps, she is aware that she is dreaming, yet she cannot pull herself from this nightmare.

"Theramore," Shandris says solemnly. She can barely hear the horrified gasps of the other sentinels over the sounds of her cries. Her sorrow soon mixes with rage, and she breaks herself from the night elf's hold to let out a cry of anger.]


[There is a loud, angry and yet sorrowful cry that can be heard from the journal. The sound of her own voice rips Vereesa from her sleep and she sits upright in her bed, a cold sweat upon her brow and chest. It takes her a moment to gather herself and catch her breath. She wipes tears from her eyes and inhales slow, soothing breaths.

As she reaches for a candle at her nightstand, her fingers touch upon the pages of the journal that lays open at her bedside. That damned journal is open again, and she knows her cry was heard by all.

In frustration, she grabs it and throws the book across the room. Even after hitting the wall, it still falls open to the same page, recording her every movement.]

Damned book.

(ooc: for the curious who wish to reply, she'll eventually reply after a little while ic-ly.)

Comments

[birdorcage]

Are you okay?

[sworn]

[She's had some time to collect herself, and feels she can calmly answer.]

It is nothing; merely a fitful sleep. I will be fine.

[birdorcage]

Are you sure?

[sworn]

Of course. I'm deeply sorry to have disturbed you.

[birdorcage]

I was already up. Are you going back to sleep?

[sworn]

[She doesn't want to.]

Eventually, yes. Perhaps a short trip to the kitchen would do me some good first.

[birdorcage]

Care for some company?

[ensorceler]

[ Well, that is startling, even for someone who's been wallowing in dark thoughts and wine for the past week. Of course, a cry of pain like that is something that rings familiar in Anne's own heart, which apparently hasn't completely hardened over just yet. ]

General?

[sworn]

My lady. I apologize if I've disturbed you. Everything is fine.

[Well, that's not true, but she doesn't want to bring anymore attention upon herself than there already is.]

[ensorceler]

...Yes, of course. But I did see fit to warn you that your journal had yet to shut.

[sworn]

As it often is when I do not wish it to be. I've only myself to blame for not properly shutting it in the first place.

[ensorceler]

It matters not how often you shut it, lock it, or even burn it. It feeds on grief, does it not?

[sworn]

Indeed. And I assure you, all methods have been tried in the past.

Vereesa

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel's voice is quiet, soft, and strangely hesitant; even asking this is an intrusion and she knows it.]

Are you well?

Galadriel

[sworn]

[With the added privacy, Vereesa allows a deep sigh.]

Having trouble sleeping, it seems. It will pass.

Vereesa

[inafadingcrown]

Until it does, allow me to offer my company; I will be awake for a time as it is.

Galadriel

[sworn]

Thank you. To be honest, I do not care to be alone right now.

Vereesa

[inafadingcrown]

You are welcome in my quarters, or I might come to you, if you would prefer.

Galadriel

[sworn]

Perhaps a short walk would do me well. You'll have to remind me of where your quarters are.

[samson]

[OH NO that isn't a good sound???]

What -- are you okay?

[sworn]

[Screams tend to be a bad thing! It is true in this case.]

I am, at least physically.

[samson]

So you're... not being attacked by something. Okay.

[sworn]

I apologize if I alarmed you, Brock. I'd no idea the damned journal had opened again.

[samson]

Yeah... it's okay. It does that.

What's going on?

Brock

[sworn]

[She's about to handwave it as she's been doing, but he was always a close ally and does not deserve that.]

There is much about my return home that I failed to mention.