Navires(mentioned)

Is it his memories... or mine? Sometimes it's hard to remember. I try to clear my head, try and focus my thoughts but they all come in a jumbled mess that leaves my head aching. Sleep.. sleep is something to fear because it brings the dreams.. no.. the nightmares.

The images shift and blur together for what seems forever. I catch little moments, little glimpses of dreams inside dreams. Moments of peace and others of loves that will never be. My sleeping mind jumps from image to image as it settles into the deeper stages of sleep.

I walked at their sides today, from our burning and broken forests of Ashenvale to the place they will stay and fight from. Navires told me it was good to see me, she smiled and acted as if it was true, but I did not forget her last words to me. Child, gifted and only allowed to stay because of my gifts. She is not pleased to see me, not the me that is anything other than these robes I wear.

I walked beside Aquanus who said not one word to me. Beside Soto who called me friend but did not come see me the long days I was at the Temple. I walked beside these people that call me sister but do not see beyond the gifts that Elune gave me.

 The area is secluded, quiet and peaceful with only the trees and nature to keep her company. Aurry is fine with this right now, she's looking for the peace, looking for the silence to try and calm nerves that seem to be constantly on edge. This place is special, a spot she had found and never shared with anyone save her mounts. It was her special place.

Here, for a little bit, she could stand in her own skin and be okay with it. She had come here so many times and had found that she never got disturbed by a soul. Sometimes it seemed as if Elune had carved this little lake out just for her and Aurry was thankful for it.

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.”

“He sent a letter two weeks before he did anything.”

Soto sits back again in her chair, pulling herself up more straightly and taking on a sterner expression. “I know he did but the problem is that before he even sent that letter.. he had his orders.”

“No.. I mean two months... he sent it two months before.” Aurry clarifies, not wanting to get Tamlin into any more trouble then he already is.

“Aurry, when you have a moment, I would like to speak with you.”

Aurry had known this would happen. It didn't take a genius to know that the tanking Priestess of the Nightsabres would want to lecture her as well. She had been dreading it, but she didn't want that to show.

Aurry nods and looks at Tamlin, whom she had been talking to when the dreaded pronouncement had been made. “I'll be back,” she promises and turns to go with Soto, even though the older women offers to let Aurry finish her business with Tamlin. Better to get the lecture over with. She follows Soto to the war room, noticing that the Priestess keeps herself slightly in front of Aurry. She gets what that means and doesn't mind it, she's always known her place.