Finally at Rest - Visiting the grave of Sylvanas Windrunner.
It had been a few months since the death of Sylvanas Windrunner. Her death was sudden and quick, though no-one was sure what had happened exactly. She had been found like that. Needless to say, Alleria was stunned and heartbroken. The sister she barely got to make-up with had passed.
Alleria would've gotten over it if it had happened in the Third War but it hadn't. It happened under her care. It made her feel regret and guilt but now, nothing could be done.
Since the death of Sylvanas, the Forsaken scattered, forming their own settlements and towns, though it was hard for them to accept a leader. Sylvanas lead by experience and fear.Her skill kept everyone in check, and with that gone, how could they remain banded?
Alleria wasn't so lucky. She was exiled from Undercity and what remained of the Dark Rangers disbanded to find their own paths. Alleria traveled for a bit but ended up to see the ruins of what had been Forsaken Land.
Sylvanas hadn't ben burried. Instead, her body remained in the throne room. it seemed no-one knew how to treat the body. Alleria, with a heavy heart, took the body to a place she had cleared for her sister. A special place...
Home.
Windrunner Spire. The home of the Windrunner family before it had been abandoned, tainted and now, vacant. Vacant but for one old hero and her finally-resting sister. She was buried near the home and as the weeks turned to months, it was finally a year.
The old hero elf that lived there hadn't changed much. She looked a mess however, only living in what the wild had claimed for itself. It was oddly snowy for once and Allera walked into the snow, wrapped warm in her thick, cloth robes. Her eyes remained hooded and her steps were heavy. Fianlly, she was there staring at Sylvana's grave. It wasn't grand nor was it visited often. It was undisturbed and the dead Dark Lady deserved that. She knelt down to the headstone, brushing the snow from it.
Here lies one of the Greatest Heroes in Azeroth
Sylvanas Windrunner
Ranger-General of Silvermoon
Proud Leader of the Forsaken
Loving Sister
Remember her hardships and perils for she had many.
May she sleep well, she deserves it many times over.
Alleria felt a lump in her throat and choked lightly before the tears ran down her face. She bit her lip and took something from her pocket. She toyed with it in her hands as the tears fell upon the grave mound.
It was a Sapphire necklace. Alleria had found it scouting the ruins of Undercity and brought it back, though she never had the heart to look at the grave since the burial. Gently, she placed the necklace at the base of the gravestone.
"I miss you..." Alleria muttered softly, though to her it was a shout. Slowly, she stood up and left the grave alone.
"Say Hello to Lirath for me... No doubt he needed one of us for a long time..."
theeldestwindrunner replied to your post: OutOfPatience: Wow! I can’t believe the response...
( i just find it funny that Alleria had no clue what Abbendis was on about at all )
OutOfPatience: If I'm totally honest here? I made this blog with the original intention of trolling Alleria, Sylvanas, and Vereesa. XD You guys play them so well!
Silvermoon city. The proudest city in all of Quel'Thalas. It was a shining pinnical of High Elf creation, none of the other races to master the architecture and feel of the grand city. It was an example of High Elf triumph as well as a testament that proved their claim to the land. It was wonderful. Unscared by war and conquest, it was said to be one of the safest places in all of the Eastern Kingdoms and none, not even the human kingdoms could contest that claim, not even the grand city of Stormwind or the mighty mountain city of Ironforge.
It was here in Silvermoon, where the High elves came to trade and learn or to seek the audience of the King, that three sisters were playing. Their names were, in age order, Alleria, Sylvanas and Vereesa Windrunner. The Windrunnner family was a proud family amongst the High elves, not royals but the family was respected. These young children had never visited Silvermoon city before now and their eyes showed this. Wonderment and glee in the young trio was one that could warm the iciest heart and bring light in the darkest forest.
“Come on Vereesa!” The eldest called, almost giggling as she and Sylvanas danced around the crowded streets.
The youngest swiftly followed, almost skipping as she caught up to the others. Her blue dress, which the trio often wore, mainly as it was crafted by their mother and she wouldn't allow them to go out as a proud Windrunner without good appeal.
Together again, the trio began to run around the Court of the Sun, giggling and laughing. It was adorable and rather wonderful to see such youth being expressed. It was a pleasant era for the High Elves, and the youth was expressing that clearly.
“Tag!~” Sylvanas said loudly, smiling as she darted away from Alleria. She grabbed Vereesa by the arm and the two darted off as the stunned older sister blinked and darted after them both.
It was a game of Cat-and-Mouse through the busy streets. They never left the Court of course. It was where their mother wanted them to remain. It was the safest part of the city, due to how close it was to Sunfury Spire and all the guards and rangers around the place. Even though the city was under no threat. It had it's thieves and troublemakers, mainly in the form of drunken men and women but troublemakers nonetheless.
This game went on for another hour, the gleeful squeals of joy and the odd sound of the word “Tag!” being called out ever few minutes The girls were fast, that was certain at how long it took the one to catch another.
“Run Sylvanas! Vereesa's almost got you!”
Sylvanas knew that. She heard the swift footfalls of her younger sister. Sylvanas, however, was older, she took risks! She hoped over benches, ran through couples. Reckless was one word, brave was another. Both applied to the middle-sister. She was certainly widening the gap and trying to redirect Vereesa back to Alleria. All she had to do was turn suddenly and...
THUMP
… She hit something. Or a better word, someONE.
“You okay, little miss?”
The voice belong to a women. Sweet but firm. Strong but somewhat caring. One you could listen to and obey. Motherly, almost. Clearly one that could inspire elves to stay loyal and stand true. Whatever every way you could describe it, she must've been a leader. Or, at least, a natural born one.
“Sister!” The other called, running over to her and keeping her steady before freezing. Little gasp escaped their mouths as the middle-sister recovered swiftly. Finally, she saw who she had bumped into.
There stood an armoured female, her blue-gaze looking at the trio of sisters. She wore armour, clearly of high-quality. It had aged-well, with barely any scuffs or cuts to the fabrics. On her back was a quiver, devoid of elven arrows and opposite was a finally crafted, wooded recurved bow. Simple, basic but from close look, runes etched up the wooden, glowing with magical might. Along with this, it wasn't new. But nor was it old. It was worn and scarred by battle and used. This women, was a ranger. One of the Rangers of Silvermoon. The young trio never expected to see one.
They stood, totally awed at the Ranger as she looked down upon them. She gave a smile.
“Oh my... you're...” Alleria began to say before Sylvanas interrupted,
“Alessa Sunblade...!”
“Ranger-General of Silvermoon!” Veeresa finished off, causing Alleria to fold her arms and huff in slight annoyance. She wanted to say about that!
The Ranger-general smiled a little more, flattered that three young High Elves knew about her. She kneel down to their level and gave them a kind smile each.
“Seems like you know me, so why don't you tell your names?”
“Alleria!.....”
“Sylvanas!....”
“Veeresa!”
The trio gave cheerful smiles.
“We're the Windrunner sister!” Alleria added, hoping that the Ranger-General knew the name.
It was clear that the Ranger had heard the name, mainly due to her arched eyebrow in surprised. She kept her warming smile before she decided to speak again.
“And what do you lot wish to be when you grow up?”
The trio looked to each other, mouthing something to each other before they nodded in conformation. They turned back with a smile. They knew what they wanted to be, what they aspired to be. Their eyes looked at each other swiftly and finally, they answered, in perfect unison.
“Rangers!~”
Alessa smiled and even giggled at that. She loved hearing that from young children. They were the next generation of elves and rangers. The best she could do, was to aspire and influence the young to take that path. The path of defence and protection. She wasn't there to indoctroante them, as that would be immoral for the ranger. Yet, if these girls were eager at this age of youth. Their minds could be set before anything else had an effect. Maybe this was propaganda but damned if Alessa was to ruin their dreams. She would encourage them.
“Well, I can certainly see you all becoming Rangers one day. You certainly have the drive and the passion.”
The girls were all excited to hear that. How could they done? Ranger-General Alessa had told them they would become rangers, they could be Rangers.
They. Could. Be . Rangers.
The thought sunk in and one by one, the girls hugged Alessa. Which was something the girl rarely did much. Hugs were rare from the sisters as they had been taught to share them with those in rare and rather special cases. Only if the person deserved them, did they get them. Alessa hugged them back, only succeeding in making the girls giggled and smile more before the hugs broke off and the trio of young girls looked at the Ranger-General.
“Really?” Veersa asked, wanting to really be sure, to which Alessa gave a nod.
She had no idea why she though it, but they're seemed to be an inkling. These girls felt special and Alessa wanted them to pursue their dreams.
“Of course. I'm certain.” She answered, her voice not hinting a lie with made the girls feel like they could.
They. Really. Could. Be. Rangers.
“Now run along, little Windrunner sisters. You're not going to be Rangers looking up at me all day.”
Even though the girls would've gladly done that, they nodded simply. The only things of their minds right now was the words Alessa had shared with them and as the Ranger-General walked away the trio collapsed in to see themselves. They were a mess of smiles and giggles, unable to talk normally due to their rather sudden excitement before...
“I get the bow to practice first when we get back!” Sylvanas yelled before tagging Alleria and darting off, starting the game again with outcries from the other two in protest.
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And who'd tell the lambs in spring
What fate the later seasons bring?
Who'd tell the sister in the middle of the trio
The price she'll have to pay?
Leave them alone and let them play.
As they care not for the end of the day.
For what's to come, what's is yet to be.
It doesn't matter when you're young and free...
Until now Annie had only been mistaken for an elf and hadn't actually met one, not counting that weird Link encounter. She looked the woman over and grinned. So maybe all elves weren't dirty hippies but she was pretty sure they were still all tree huggers. "Sorry, dear." her voice held a bit of mocking.
Mother's calls have been on the air for over ten minutes now, each one sounding more and more imploring. Likely, she simply wants to summon Sylvanas and her sisters for dinner, or something equally boring. Sylvanas, however, does not have time for something trivial like dinner... She's far too busy practicing, molding herself into the best ranger there ever was. Ambitious, yes, but a little girl can dream, no?
And who would want to leave a setting like this just for some steamed carrots? The way the fall colors explode onto the trees like brilliant fireworks displays, and the leaves languidly fall off of their branches and whip through the air in a gorgeous swirl of color... It's easy to lose track of time here, even if your sensitive ears are in a constant state of twitching at the shouted commands of your mother.
THUNK!
The little elf's face curls into a happy smile as the arrow loosed from her beginner's shortbow lands dead center on the hay-bale target she's set up. Judging from the placement of the other arrows, which have all missed tap-dead center on the target (some of which are even stuck into the trunks of nearby trees), this is a rare success for her. However, she's only had a bow in her hands for several days... And already she's showing more progress than most ranger trainees do in a year.
"HEY!"
Before she has much time to celebrate her excellent shot, a pair of small hands slap onto her shoulders, causing her to drop her bow in shock and surprise. She'd been tuning out the external noise (mother's calls, mostly), and didn't notice the footsteps of her older sister approaching, who now is leaning her chin against Sylvanas' shoulder from behind.
"Good shot! ... Don't you hear mother, though? She's been calling for a while. Aren't you coming?"
"Alleria," the middle-sister huffs, gathering her dropped bow off the ground and brushing the older elf off her shoulder. "I'm busy. I'm not going to become the best ranger ever if I'm stopping every ten minutes to sweep the floor, hang laundry, and eat dinner."
Alleria pouts at Sylvanas' sharp response. Sylvanas is always so serious... Sure, ranger blood runs in the family, but this girl needs to learn how to relax sometimes. Perhaps that's what causes Alleria to snatch the quiver off of Sylvanas' back...
"Can't shoot without these!"
... and dart off, giggling, towards the trees. Sylvanas' bright blue eyes go wide for a moment, as though she can't believe this is happening, before she darts off after her thieving sister.
"Give it back, Alleria!"
"Nuh uh! Finders-keepers!"
"You didn't find it, you stole it!"
"Details!"
Sylvanas practically snarls at being forced to chase after her arrow quiver, and in the process of chasing her older sister, she nearly trips over the occasional exposed root that leads down the pathway to the forest. However, as she's clearly the faster of the two, it's not long before she nearly catches up, and sends one of her little hands flying for the back of Alleria's shirt...
"Vereesa! Catch!"
Just in time for Alleria to toss the quiver to their youngest sister, who catches it, and petulantly sticks her tongue out at Sylvanas. Apparently, they're part of some plot to tear her away from target practice. Sylvanas attempts to ground to a halt when her arrows are tossed from one sister to another, but ends up instead smacking against the dirt-and-leaf covered ground of the forest floor, mucking up her dress a bit in the process.
"Mmph! No fair, you two!", she pouts, stumbling her way back to her feet and brushing a few clods of dirt off her dress. She knows Vereesa, though, as young as she is, stands no realistic chance of being able to run from her... But just as she's about to finally snatch up her filched arrows, the smallest Windrunner sister heaves them up and over her head...
... and gravity doesn't bring them back down.
Confused, Sylvanas begins to tilt her head upwards, but not before being treated to another sight of her sister's stuck-out tongue. Then, she sees her youngest brother perched on a low branch in one of the autumn trees, who also sticks his tongue out at her. Sylvanas growls in response, leaping up as high as she can manage (not quite high enough to reach, unfortunately), being taunted by the sight of her brother waggling the quiver from side to side.
"This. Is. Not. Fair! Give those back right n--...!"
"SYLVANAS!"
The sudden intrusion of a fifth voice, a very adult and very irate one, causes all four siblings to stop what they're doing, heads snapping towards the source, Their mother has apparently grown tired of calling, and opted to venture from the Windrunner Spire to retrieve her children personally. The sight of Sylvanas ruined dress causes her to frown, and immediately pace over to her.
Alleria is lucky to have you. And you are lucky to have her.
“Mmmn… I will contest neither point, and merely nod my assent.”
“I love my sister very much. And there is little I would not do for her. I am…” Sylvanas pauses, though her bored posture in her throne does not change. “… pleased to see that she still draws breath. And I will protect her. Mark my words, stranger.”
( Well, I just wanna say you're an Awesome Sylvanas RPer and part the reason I made an Alleria Windrunner. Just ignore the anons, they just like messing with people. Their words mean nothing. Er... Not much else to say so er... Have a great evening! ^-^ )
OutOfArrows: Oh, you… C’mere and let me pet your face. :3 <3
