“Each and all, most born anew by death and anguish’s wretched womb. Proudly bear these chains of sorrow till all the world becomes our tomb.”
“Darling , Fel and Gloom do not look good on you. I like your hair cut though , it can stay.”
“I bet Fel has been a part of her for a while. It may be best to let the girl be herself, she won’t take forcing changes on her well.”
“Oh, come now, she complimented her hair, that’s progress already, Laurenn. As slow is most kaldorei learn not to lecture and judge, it’s even surprising she made a compliment. I’m truly astonished, to be honest.”
So a Sin’dorei needs to die to become diplomatic and not take every word said by the Alliance as an insult? Very interesting implications… Thank you good Sir!
I am thrilled to apply this new theory.
“Try out this theory on any sin’dorei and my ice spike will be diplomatic with your chest, Tree Elf.” Laurenn turns away with a frown.
Xyletha eyes the fellow Ren’dorei carefully, as she approaches her with a soft smile. “I understand, but let’s keep the threats down, shall we? Inner conflict is the last thing we need. I like your robe, by the way.” she says, as her eyes shift away from Laurenn. Her brows furrow for a moment, as it seems like she’s whispering something under her breath. Like she’s talking to someone else, but there’s no one there.
“Chasing stars and souls unbidden, hopes of old withered and fasting. Shear apart desires long hidden; lay bare damnation everlasting.”
“Is that about her specifically or the Ren’dorei in general? Have to admit, it’s a little creepy. Not that that’s out of place, we love creepy, but still.”
Esharia sneers slightly upon hearing Talraea’s words. “If I can actually muster the desire to be grateful for anything, it must be that the likes of you are not a spokesperson for our … kind. We’re already seen as nothing more than petulant and immature by those in our homeland, if they could see the flippant manner in which you discuss our condition and the childish claims of enjoying “creepy things” when referencing the profound works of one of the leading figures in poetry within Silvermoon City, I fear they would be undoubtedly correct.”
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I can confirm that the poetry community in Silvermoon got suddenly a lot more interesting when our dear-but-now-mad dead prince Kael introduced Fel Crystals on the cheap.
It made the shenanigans around Deaththistle seem dull by comparison.
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With eyebrows drawn together in puzzlement , Lortheas stares at Mahlificia as he drawls.
“…This reminds me of a thing my mother said. Better keep your silence and be thought a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.”
With those words, he leaves, but slows down near Esharia and gives her a pointed look.
“Well, at least some of you seem to have kept your sanity and make sense. That is good to know. Hopeful even.”
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Serilyth smirks humorously at the Blood elf. “I assure you, quite many of us has our sanity in check, some might need a little more meditation though…”
“Blue elf is too skinny… Martok make cake for you… here… eat!”
Shakes head at how skinny elves are as he stuffs Serilyth’s mouth full of conjured cakes
Poor things. They really need to eat more cake.
Mahli’ficia cocks her head to the side as she watches a large Orc force-feed Serilyth cake.
“You… do realize realize those conjured cakes contain 0 calories, right?” She’d ask Martok with a slight hint of concern in her voice.
“While our glowing-green cookies are full of energy”
She nods with an innocent smile
“Have one! It was made with love and with… soul…”
“Disgusting.”
If the comment is aimed towards the ‘cookies’ or the two void elves, themselves, is hard to tell.
eyes the night elf while spitting out bits of the conjured cake from the orc “If you refer to the cookies, which I’d assume, I fully agree”
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“Darling, don’t listen to this… this… feral child! Let me offer you my personal quarter in the ancient city of Suramar! You could rest, study, and we could talk about your group’s fascinating discoveries about the Void! Don’t mind the Sin’Dorei, its not their city and I will protect you! But just in case, a little illusion… the Lich Queen have eyes everywhere”
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“…Listen to me? I have only said one word since I arrived here and it was not directed to her. Compared to you who talk quite a lot, to persuade her to come with you. Rather suspicous…Are you perhaps going to abandon her? Turn your back on her as soon as you got what you wanted from her, or just the plain old dagger in the back and throw her to the Forsaken?”
Sarlorn shakes his head then turns to look at Serilyth.
“I would not take her up on that offer. Too many dangers and ifs. Especially in times like these.” He then stares at the void elf quietly for a few seconds, before awkwardly clearing his throat and gestures with one hand towards his left jaw.“Hrrm. You, still got some cake there.”