Draecember day 7 Grief
It was night once more, and hardly anyone was awake enough to stir. Few saw or heard the person who walked on quiet hooves through Dalaran and to the portals. Fewer still saw the female mount a snow white gryphon and fly away once she stepped from the Mage's tower in Stormwind. A blue orb lay on her bed in the room her grandparents kept for her, the book with its quill and inkwell sit on the nightstand. Even her pack of healing supplies and herbs are left on the floor. She had walked away from it all for some reason and no one but her knew why. She urged the gryphon to fly faster, harder than normal and the mount did as she wished. Pushing itself until his wings and lungs burned from the efforts. Land zoomed under them and yet she did not look down, only straight towards her destination. Skandranon pumped his wings faster as they passed mountains and soared over the snow covered ground that marked Dun Morogh. Without pause the gryphon tucked his wings close and flitted through the entryways and narrow halls in Ironforge. Their flight and speed startled several of the patrolling guards both in the air and on the ground. It only took a moment for the pair to find the home inside the mountain city that they had been looking for and land outside its door. His talons had barely touched the ground before she was jumping off and running up the steps to the door. Her cowl had fallen back to show the bright hopeful shine in her blue eyes as she unlocked the door and opened it wide. She never noticed the dust on the nob or the way the door squealed when it was pushed to open after so many years of having been left in one place. Her eyes did not see the webs left by spiders long since gone from the home or the fact that the floor was littered in dirt and soot from years of neglect. A mental pulsed raced through the small house both on the upper level and the one below her. The pulse searched, holding an emotion and hope so long ago buried that none had felt it before. She had come here because of something she had seen in her dreams not knowing it was only a want and dream of her heart. When the pulse died and no answer came it did not yet diminish her hopes or thoughts. She moved to the steps and went below to the living area of the home as memories flooded her mind. For long moments she saw it as it had once been. The room bright and shiny, the table holding bowls of fresh fruit and sweet treats for a child. A fire blazed in the hearth and the scent of fish being cooked filled the small home so thick it had to be real. The bed was covered in crisp lavender colored sheets while small wildflower rested in a vase on the head of the bed. Toys littered the area of floor on one side of the sleeping room while fishing rods leaned along the wall by the dinner table. Yet....none of it was real. Something made known to her as the silence in the house penetrated her thoughts finally and made her blink. The true sight that met her eyes caused her to let out a cry of heart broken anguish that was never heard from her mute voice. Cobwebs hung from every corner of the room, and as she breathed dust fell around her like grey snow. She turned around and saw the decayed logs sitting in the heart place that had been waiting to be lit. The bed no longer was a place to rest on, the straw mattress having been flattened over years and the now dingy old lavender sheets eaten in spots by the rats. The vase was still at the head of the bed but it was empty and the clay it was made of cracked and chipped. Toys still littered the ground covered in dust and webs and dulled in color now. The table had one leg broken and tilted to one side pathetically while the dishes that had been on it lay broken on the floor. A scent floated through the air, one of mildew and rot, not the loving scent of a home cooked meal. Tayaere stood there in the small house in Ironforge, hooves covered in dust and dirt. Her robes brushing the floor with each movement and yet she noticed nothing aside from what was around her. For a few heartbeats all was still within the home, then the priestess crumpled onto the middle of the floor and simply wept. Tear filled blue eyes locked on a picture that was hanging crookedly along the wall. The picture held the bust of a male human with dark ebon hair and a monocle over his left eye. There was only one other who knew what the human meant to her and what the place she stood in had been. That person was asleep with his family now, safe and warm just as she had left them. Far away in the room kept by her grandparents rested a small scrying crystal that was known to be bound to her emotions. While the blue orb pulsed on the bed the small crystal on the dress cracked before finally splitting into perfect halves, no longer able to contain the emotions it had been used to absorb.