#cynedra things

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How is Cynedra handling the incursion of the Void, not just as a Thalassian, but as Ren'dorei?

She's actually handling it pretty well. She has a lot of ways to help control the void within herself, use it to her advantage, and she's had a lot of years to practice them. She's been out in Eversong with a group of other elves, researching the Lightbloom, and she's really enjoyed being back in her home city/area.

Thanks @luminashdawnwing!

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Home

Home.

I never thought I would see this city again. But, here I was, standing at the gates of Silvermoon City, The Sunwell behind me, my beloved home in front of me. It seemed like a dream.

I was truly home.

Not living on the road on the way to Stormwind. Not in a tiny apartment in that Alliance city. Not in my cozy cottage in Elwynn Forest.

I was in Silvermoon.

Well, not actually in because I froze at the gate, just staring in awe and disbelief. The emotions I felt could not be contained, and I didn’t really care who saw me. My bottom lip quivered and I fell to my knees at the gate, tears streaming down my face because here it was, here was my city, here was my home, the place I never thought I would be allowed to return to.

I leaned forward and rested my palms on the sunbaked bricks and just wept.

How long had it been? How many days since I beheld the beauty of this place? How many nights spent away from my friends and family? How many times had I prayed to the Light to bring me home?

I thought those prayers would forever go unanswered. I thought I would never get to see this place again. I expected to die an outcast, a refugee in a city that was not mine, buried in a cemetery that my family could not visit.

It seemed fitting that a catastrophe of the Void should be the thing that would bring the Ren’dorei home. That didn’t matter to me, I was here, finally.

Finally, I was home.   

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Dreams.

There was rarely a night when she didn’t dream, and most of them were dreams of home; Silvermoon, Eversong Forest, the family home of her childhood. She would often wake from these dreams sad, and with tears drying on her cheeks.

She missed her family terribly, and still did not understand why she had to be disowned after her banishment. Her family had been everything to her. She was the eldest daughter, so she was her younger siblings’ caretaker when her parents were gone, which was often when they got a little older. Being cast out had devastated her.

The dream she’d had last night was completely different, and she felt like she needed to consult with someone more experienced in interpreting dreams to fully understand it. There parts of it she fully understood, but there was also symbolism that she didn’t quite grasp.

She had been in a beautiful field of daisies, the sun was high overhead, bright and shining. There was a warm breeze, and all around her were butterflies. Multitudes of butterflies, all colors and sizes. Some of them looked like gem stones on the flowers; a dreamy, dark blue, a sparkling, swirling purple, a shimmering, smoky deep green, a muted yet beautiful onyx, a bright, glittering pink, and finally, a vibrant, glistening red.

The smaller, pink butterfly seemed to be drawn to the large red butterfly, and the purple and blue butterflies flew around in tandem. The green and black ones hovered near the others, but we’re not quite in the group.

After awhile, the dream began to shift and change. From a field of flowers, Cynedra now found herself sitting by the well outside of the Lamb in Stormwind. Around her were her new friends and acquaintances; Van, Athaeda, Kyth, Ash, Rai, and the other female elf that had been called Eve or Evee. Again, some were sitting closer than others, and Cynedra found herself quietly watching and listening to those around her.

She was drawn to each of them for some reason, they felt… comfortable, familiar. Athaeda reminded her of her younger sister. There was a quiet intelligence to Van that Cynedra found intriguing. Ash had felt like kin the moment she had started talking to him. Rai was… well he was extremely handsome and flirty. She had no idea if she would ever see him again, but she liked him. And then there was Kyth. Cynedra couldn’t say why she was drawn to the very tall stranger, but she was. Something about him just screamed ‘home’ and ‘safe’.

She greatly enjoyed her conversation with all of them, and really looked forward to seeing them again. It was nice to have people in her life that accepted her just how she was, and didn’t turn her away because of one decision.

Even after the disastrous few days she’d had at the beginning of the week, she was finally starting to feel at home in Stormwind, and it was mainly due to this group of people.