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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

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.

Vereesa; sorry for how slow I've been!

[inafadingcrown]

It is room three hundred and four; I trust that is direction enough.

Gladdymama ALSO I'M SORRY TOO do you still want to continue this?

[sworn]

Of course. I will be there shortly.

I will backtag with you into the sunset!

[inafadingcrown]

And I will be waiting.

[And sure enough, when Vereesa gets there, her door will be cracked open, the warm glow of candlelight filtering out into the hallway.]

yeee

[sworn]

[She hesitates just outside the door for but a moment, pulling her robe tightly around herself and inhales deeply. She feels like a young girl again, climbing from her bed to visit Sylvanas's chamber in the middle of the night after waking from a bad dream. It's comforting, and she gently pushes the door open and makes her way inside.]

Thank you. [She says it softly, in a voice only elven ears could hear.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel is seated on her couch with her legs curled up under her, her barefeet just barely poking out from underneath the skirt of her nightdress. She looks up from her book when Vereesa speaks, smiling before setting it to the side.]

No thanks are necessary. I have had my share of nightmares. [Dreams and not-quite-dreams- a side effect of having seen horrors that were and seeing some that might yet be.]

[sworn]

[She gently closes the door behind her before crossing to where she is seated, sitting across from her with her arms still pulling her robe tightly around her as if it brings some sense of security.]

I only wish that is all that it was. [Her voice is heavy, eyes downcast.]

[inafadingcrown]

Do you wish to speak of it? If you do not, I will say no more on the topic.

[She knows better than to push when it would be painful and when it would do no good.]

[sworn]

[Her initial reaction is to shake her head. No. Better to push these thoughts down, isn't it? She will not let the Horde continue to best her. She must remain strong despite everything. Even coming to Galadriel's chambers might be a sign of weakness.

But for how long can she keep this up? How long would she bottle everything up inside of her before she drove herself mad?]

Have you been told of the wars of my world?

[inafadingcrown]

[She shakes her head] I know of their existence, but little more.

[sworn]

[She steels herself for the conversation to come, straightening her back some.]

My world is divided primarily between two opposing factions. I of the Alliance, and my sister of the Horde. [When she says the word, it's as if there is venom in her tone, but not for her sister. Only the Horde.] Countless lives have been lost in this constant battle between forces, some tragically and needlessly, others more justified in nature.

[inafadingcrown]

[She nods. It was simple enough to understand so far.] I follow.

[sworn]

There is only so much land, and battles for territory are not unheard of. Still, our cities stood tall against our adversaries.

[There's a large lump in her throat that she tries to swallow.]

Unfortunately, this did not sit well with the Horde. We held a sea port city south of their biggest capital, and when we learned that the Horde sought to attack it, we sent some of our finest Alliance commanders to aid the city. My husband and I were among those, I bringing my rangers and he bringing his mages.

[The words begin to spill a bit quicker now, losing context. The pain in her voice returns and begins to escalate.]

We had our victory. The Horde had fought, but we resisted and they had eventually pulled back. We had assumed we had won. I left with Shandris to pursue that traitor and left my husband there. I didn't know. None of us knew.

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel leans forward now, placing a hand on Vereesa's knee- a little bold, perhaps, but she can't refrain from responding to that tone of voice. Right now, her role is to listen and to be a support. Soft words, comforting gestures. The rest will come later, when the tale is finished.]

What did you not know?