#aeril silverwind

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I have this tidbit of Aeril’s backstory that’s been floating around my head for a while.

I’ve been listening to Brandy by Looking Glass too much lmao. I feel like Aeril had a woman she loved. Anytime her ship docked in a particular harbor, there was a Quel’dorei woman she would see working at her favorite tavern. A cheerful, bubbly woman that she spent long evenings talking to and would tell her stories about her travels. She’d bring her gifts and drawings she’d done and in return the woman would always bake her favorite cakes whenever her favorite strapping, young Kaldorei was back in town. 

Eventually, war would keep Aeril from being able to come back and visit her little love, and when she was finally able to return, the woman was nowhere to be found. After asking around, the locals referred to her as if she’d passed in the war, and therefore Aeril grieved her. She’s still heartbroken, to this day. 

There’s no way she’d know that the “loss” of the woman simply meant she’d joined the Sin’dorei.

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I just wish 1. That vest covered her tummy and 2. I would actually focus more on learning how to rp with her without gettin scared cause she’s too cute and has too much of a fleshed out presence in my mind to play casually.

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And so, our journey begins...

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I wish the Lunar Festival flower crowns were permanent... 

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I know I mentioned this already, but I’m still so glad I made her a Nightborne. She looks so perfect ;_; 

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YEAH BABEY WE PURPLE AGAIN

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She sit.

[aeril-silverwind]

    Aeril had been following around this Pandaren for a while, now. The gravel crunched under her boots and sweat stung her eyes as they made their way up the hill to yet another shrine. "We Pandaren do not worship our ancestors," Cho began, turning to place his hand on the stone before them. "but... we revere their memory, and the wisdom that they have passed on to us." Aeril nodded solemnly, already preparing herself for another long lecture. However, he turned towards her, smiling gently. "I would very much like to hear about your ancestors, stranger. Light the incense, and let's reflect on where you came from, hm?"

    She froze in place. "MY... ancestors?" The pandaren simply nodded at her and handed her a small torch, gesturing towards the bundle of incense beside the shrine. Taking the torch with a trembling hand, she then turned towards the shrine. There's no way it could know... could it? She jumped slightly, lost in thought, as Lorewalker Cho began to speak again. "Come now, stranger. I'm sure there's much to learn from your past." She sighed, and lit the incense. As the fragrant smoke began to rise, she heard a faint stirring and turned to see faded figures of blood elves staring back at her. Ghosts? No, they didn't appear to be sentient, simply visions, appearing one by one before them. "Ah, noble is your lineage! Your people possess GREAT power, and all the terrible burdens that come with it. Equally great has been your suffering. Now I see why you call yourself 'Blood'....elves...?" Cho's voice trailed off as he watched Aeril walking slowly towards the back of the group of figures with tears in her eyes. There were night elves. Of course, with Sin'dorei lineage, they were bound to be there. But yet, they still managed to surprise her. She gazed into the eyes of the Kaldorei warrior towering before her. He was tall, strong, handsome. Just as she'd remembered. Thousands of years of life and yet it still felt so long since she had been this close to her people. She brought a hand up to touch his shoulder and it passed right through the image. Right.     "Terrible burdens... you're right." The images before her slowly began to fade out of view, and she sighed, wiping her eyes. "Thank you, Pandaren, for bringing me to this place. You were right about it being very... enriching." She turned and smiled weakly at him, and they began to walk together back down the wooded path.