#lereith

[beccaelizart]

Lereith’s reaction to Teldrassil, and the loss of her family. Technically in her lore she’s not actually there to witness the event or save anyone (for maximum suffering) but I really wanted to do this. This whole thing has really set off her growth in ways I never expected of her, and I’m a proud momma. Otherwise, this was just fun for playing with light and shadow, and the best excuse to use the smoke brushes I never get a chance to use. I’m quite happy with how it turned out.

[meriofelwynn]

Lereith decided it was time for pants, apparently. AS YOU DO I GUESS???

[beccaelizart]

crossposted from bsky, here is Lereith wishing everyone a merry winterveil, and definitely not getting you a gift on purpose. Silly goose.

I really just wanted to draw Lereith, that's it that's the motivation.

[meriofelwynn]

I took Lereith into Dal tonight to say goodbye, before story content drops next week. I’m going to try to do the same with everyone else.

It was very sad for both of us.

[meriofelwynn]

Contributing to Faebelina’s moonstone challenge/tag/event/thing on Twitter, I had to design something for Lereith. The necklace was given to her by her parents a long time ago, back when she was first accepted into the Sisters of Elune like her mother. The stone and the metal itself her father traded and had crafted, and her mother blessed the necklace with the light of Elune herself, the necklace as precious as their only daughter. When Lereith abandoned the sisterhood to study shadow, the necklace was packed away, left ignored in the bags she took with her (but never forgotten.)

After the events of Teldrassil, the loss of her childhood home of Darnassus, and the death of her parents, Lereith hasn’t taken the pendant off again. She has found a renewed meaning in the piece, though perhaps not the original intent of the Light. It serves as a charm to her now, a reminder of people she always cared about, despite her aloof attitude.

The pre-BfA events have hit her harder than any of us expected, and she’s not sure how to feel about all of it. She turned her back on them, and they saw her as a weirdo, but it was always her home. She’ll miss strolling among the gardens, reading her forbidden books in the peace the trees and the nighttime offered her.