Tamlin(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.

 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.

Tamlin told me I shouldn't be around him anymore but he didn't really explain why. He went on about honor and him being less than me. Doesn't he know by now I don't look at things the way the others do? I didn't understand at all why he thought my honor would be sullied by staying around him until Glaneon explained it.

Does it really matter what people might think? They are wrong about it, so why worry? I guess I can understand why he's worried about the Warden thinking we are more then friends since he loves her so and wouldn't want her to think it. It's everyone else that shouldn't matter. I don't care what they think because he's my friend and that is more important to me. I sent the Warden a letter to tell her it's nothing more then friends.

The Temple was quietly busy this time of night. Women that were still in training moving in groups to their next lesson, others helping people that came in with some injury. Aurry moves to the moonwell, starting her night in the Temple the same way she had ended it earlier, by kneeling and sending silent prayers to the Goddess.

Standing, she heads up the ramp to the upper levels, moving swiftly to stay and wait her turn to speak with the High Priestess. She has much to report this night. Dropping a quick curtsy, she tells first of their push in the Citadel, giving as much detail from her point of view that she can recall. Next is the conversation with Soto and the decision about her punishment for her disobedience with the Order. Softly exchanged words, and Aurry heads to her room, followed by two other Priestesses.

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.