There, You'll Find Your Peace [Open]

[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

In light of her run-in with that odious, terrible, frustrating the Death Knight and the Tauren, Nehaalista had chosen to retreat to the sensoriums. While it still baffled her a bit, it was there she could call up Tuurem, as she'd known it, before the Horde, before her own training had led her family to the city.

It was a little collection of small homes and buildings (small as compared to a Draenei, anyway), along the river. Villagers she remembered, now long, long dead, bustled here and there, attending to business that had never concerned Nehaalista. Huntsmen and bakers, blacksmiths and fishwives, all protected by the peacekeepers that patrolled the town in twos. The sound of hooves were everywhere. Somewhere in the distance, an elekk trumpeted as it came down the road. The light in Terrokar was blue as ever, thanks to the olemba trees filtration.

Nehaalista sat next to the riverbank and watched workers setting up tents for a festival of one kind or another. She smoothed a hand over the skirt of her robe and nibbled at some bread. She passed it over to the little Draenei boy next to her and signed, [Eat, Faram.] The words appeared over her head as she signed them. It was good to hear her mothertongue spoken in such volume again, coming over the buildings and rooftops in half-muttered curses and well-meaning joking.

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[sonofether.livejournal.com]

By all logic, Stephen...probably shouldn't have followed Nehaalista. It probably wasn't the smartest thing he'd ever done in his life.

Even now, he was peeking in from the side, ignoring the fact that while the Sensorium left the goggles on his head alone, it transformed his plantsuit and labcoat into something that looked more like an Indian kurta.

He was just checking up on her, he told himself. And she seemed fine. This meant that he could probably just go without her seeing him, and it'd all be fine.

[seraphicthunder.livejournal.com]

Reimi had decided to return to the Sensoriums for a little peace and quiet when she found the peaceful looking town and the hooved people walking all around the place. "Pretty," she breathed at the splendor of the area as she walked along.

Little children played, adults worked and slacked off, and in the middle, Reimi wandered through the pack, looking around the area, smiling at the relaxed atmosphere.

She noticed a woman signing to the child. Deaf? No, doesn't seem like it. Wandering up, she cleared her throat. "Hi, are you the one who made this recreation?"

[governorkang]

Tuurem didn't look like anything Kang had ever seen before, yet it felt more like home than most of the other glimpses of crewmates' worlds he'd encountered. He knew immediately who had conjured it up; it was obvious with how many other draenei were going about their business.

He'd seen a bit of Nehaalista's tussle with the undead elf, on the Observation Deck, but he'd been too far away to do anything before Stacy had stopped it. Curiously, he sat down next to her, "A festival?"

[tricks-of-trade.livejournal.com]

"Wow."

That was all Choline could say when she saw the village. She plonked herself down beside Nehaalista and took in all of the sights.

"You're braver than I, to recreate home so well," she said meekly. "So. How are you?"