❛ i hate it here. please take me away. ❜ @ stararmored. k but imagine mads stuck with the kirin tor and trying to beg reborn!eli :')
Her vindictiveness told her that she should laugh in Madelon’s face. Her bitterness wished to spite her, to yell that she had dug her own grave and now must lie in it. Was she to be a font for her people, the very thing that the Nightwell was; existing only for others to take from her? Her lips curled in a half-formed snarl, but no harshness pushed past. Instead ... a weathered sigh did.
“Has the infantile views of the Kirin Tor mages finally sapped you dry, little galaxy?” she questioned pettily, wild mana dancing in the arcane hues of her eyes. “Blathering, bickering idiots, the lot of them, always arguing over the wrong questions. No, no, I think suffering their company is punishment enough. Especially when they attempt to disprove tried and true magical methods!”
For all her faux anger, her heart quivered so. She had never forgotten all the times they had spent together, pouring over the concept of astral magic. Back then, it was so new -- so unheard of. It brought the former Magistrix to sigh.
“... Truly, Madelon.” she murmured, for once sounding as old as she was. “What do you expect me to do? Storm the front gates of Dalaran, expose of my existence more than it already has been? Plunge the city into turmoil whilst a war wages around them? By your word, I will, but you must think of what you ask of me.”
deathless sentence starters ( x )