Iutu(mentioned)

 The Golden Hall is silent save for the popping and crackling of the fire in the hearth. Aurry sits, staring at the fire, her eyes puffy from lack of sleep and likely crying. She sits perfectly still, the only movement coming from her breathing and the occasional blink of her weary eyes but her mind is a torrent of thoughts. She sighs, finally lowering her eyes from the dancing flames to look down at her hands. The glow there is evidently in the firelight and Aurry plays with it. Drawing in more power to brighten it, then releasing the magic into the air to soften it. It's as easy, as second nature as breathing is to her.

One hand
Reaches out
And pulls a lost soul from harm
While a thousand more go unspoken for
They say what good have you done
By saving just this one
It's like whispering a prayer
In the fury of a storm

The child was small and from a distance it was impossible to tell if it was a boy or girl. One thing was certain, the long upright ears made the child a Sin'dorei. Dirty faced, in clothes that could only be considered rags, the child sat with it's back pushed against a building, skinned knees pulled tight to his or her chest. It made a pitiful picture.

“Why are you being punished Aurry?”

“Because I did it wrong.”

“You are a child, albeit one with powers beyond her years. I would see you leave the Order.”

“Why are you being punished Aurry?”

“I'm a child.”

The candle light flickers against the walls. How are they not burned out yet? She doesn't recall anyone walking in, but they must have to replace the candles and remove her waste. When was the last time she had eaten?

It was a simple glance and a newly remembered memory that lead Aurry to be sitting with an older Sentinel, her eyes lowered after having told her story.

“You have always lead with your heart, child. Even the time you tried to run away and I found you.” The woman sighs. “I would say the first thing you need to learn is how to listen.”

At Aurry's frown, the Sentinel raises a hand to stop the much younger woman from talking. “No, Aurorana, honestly listen. I have watched you long enough in your life to know you hear the bad first and then block out the good. Take your conversation with the Shan Navires. All you heard was the negative. You did not hear how she is impressed with your abilities at all.”