@arcwineandust ;
✧・ﾟ | lysirae returned to the floating city with a heaviness in chest. she had left in such a hurry that morning, she'd barely kissed Alven or Eridant goodbye. even donning her armor had been in a rush her usually GENTLE hand used for her spell books forgotten as she stuffed her tomes into her pack. the mage had not truly said much on the nature of her hurried exit, she wasn't sure whether or not Eridant already knew of the Horde's plans, but it certainly wasn't a thought she desired to let fester in this moment of FEAR and tensions that nearly choked her. but now, standing in the arcane glow of the lamp outside of their door, the thought crosses her mind again.
the kaldorei's fingers fumbled with the key to her dalaran home that night, exhaustion set into heavy limbs and sagging shoulders, eyes puffy from tears, her robes in TATTERS. she looked like the mess that her emotions had become and with their gifted sight; the darkness could not hide the grime and soot that cloaked her. through the halls, lysirae walks to the restroom leaving her staff to lean against the doorway, discarded like her hope. as the water runs to fill the bath, the sorceress sits upon the edge, staring into the water as it collects. | ・ﾟ✧
