The return
Music A hesitant touch of hoove brushes in over the tall grass. It feels like so long ago since last she was in this space, last first stepping off into this foliage. The gentle brush of a breeze causes the blades of grass to dance and wave, as if in some sign of a friendly greeting. The shine of the sun dances over the glittering pond just a short ways off ahead. The trees giving a small rustle, creating a click of branches as if whispering greetings once more. Such familiar and odd sounds. Eve'Varra could close her eyes and tilt her head up, listening into the soft sounds she so missed, feeling so secure and safe in the space. A rough shove from behind woke her from her daze, "Move it Eve, you're blocking the way, again!" "Oh uh, yes, right. Sorry." A nervous chuckle came from the younger Lightforged Draenei as she stepped down the landing from the Stormwind Embassy. Moving on aside and following down a small path towards the one of the farmers fields, eyeing over the scene of large felines and the larger number of Worgan and Night Elves seeming to be using the space for refuge. It seems not much had changed for the better of those that had to face the same crimes her own people had to endure. Yet it seemed the rest of the city was so unchanged. The sunlight filtered through the trees branches, catching into the glowing gem now embedded into her right eye, causing her to shield over it so it wouldn't reflect and hurt anyone. Taking in a slow deep breath to control the Light swirling within it, creating a duller stone. Then she pulls out the patch that would serve as it's shield, hiding it away the darkened leather. A small rune inked through the skin of it's top to help keep contained it's unstable power. She had gotten better at waning the Light within, it's voice a softer whisper, that was almost a lull to her for most nights. Hoisting the pack over her shoulder, taking in a slow deep breath of the fresh air, she couldn't help but smile. It was always the simple things of this world she could never get enough of. The breeze, the water, the sounds. Everything felt so alive. Dirt always felt so strange under her hooves, it wasn't so stiff or solid, she had to be more mindful of her weight and balance, every little shift and pull of muscle would react differently. For now though, she couldn't enjoy those smaller delights. Fingers touched up in towards her absorbed eye, recalling the moment she could feel Brutalius' demanding summons. It almost made her smile over again thinking about it. For now, she would travel in simpler leathers. Drawing her hood in over her shortened white hair, small slips of it fluttering up into the light breeze. The rest, she would ensure to change into. After all, if she arrived so plainly after all her hard work, her old teacher would be disappointed in the lack of flare.
