05-29-2018, 09:11 AM
Falling apart would have been the simpler path, but it seems that I was not meant for a life of ease. I shouldn't be surprised - Mother had told me as much - yet there is a striking difference between feeling prepared and truly being prepared. I hadn't been as ready to deal with the outcome of my actions as I thought I was, and the consequences had been forced onto me. I had expected to feel rage toward him, but his whispered words replayed in my mind (remember, you wanted this) as a reminder that the pain was a result of my own actions.
My fault.
Arthas had not come to rescue me as he'd sworn he would. My fault, and my responsibility to deal with the aftermath.
The image of a life spent in Sylva stretched out before me, and it is as dark as the evening around me. The trees block most of the light from the setting sun, and my pale coat stands out among the thick black trunks. I pull my wings closer against the cool night wind. I long suddenly for the warm air of Ischia, with the thick smell of tropical flowers and salt water. I had been there so briefly, but I start to drift to sleep and a dream of the island comes quickly.
@[Maugrim]
My fault.
Arthas had not come to rescue me as he'd sworn he would. My fault, and my responsibility to deal with the aftermath.
The image of a life spent in Sylva stretched out before me, and it is as dark as the evening around me. The trees block most of the light from the setting sun, and my pale coat stands out among the thick black trunks. I pull my wings closer against the cool night wind. I long suddenly for the warm air of Ischia, with the thick smell of tropical flowers and salt water. I had been there so briefly, but I start to drift to sleep and a dream of the island comes quickly.
@[Maugrim]
