Over the hills and far away. . .

[seasindorei.livejournal.com]

So far, Ter'thelas had been avoiding the Sensoriums. What he'd heard of them had been mildly disturbing. A room of illusions. It all sounded too much like that human's tower, Karazhan. Still, he decided he ought to at least investigate them once. So he had entered the Sensorium with a package from the planet they'd left under his arm, summoned up an image long gone by now. A wonderous cityscape in whites, gold and reds, fine brick and mortar, curving architecture stretching towards the sky, open spaces and grand arches. The city of Silvermoon. He'd even included a few of the magical brooms that wandered the city, sweeping it clean.

Almost reverently, he unwrapped what he'd brought. An expertly wrought viola in a cherry-red wood. He lifted it, tuned it by his ear, and then, began to play. A sad, almost mournful melody filled the simulated city, as Ter'thelas, eyes closed tightly, played a dirge for his people for the second time in his life.

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[seasindorei.livejournal.com]

"A rather grim song for children, but it works, I suppose." He let his instrument dangle in his fingers, looking back at Ronnae.

"It should hold a meaning for all of us that are left. It reminds us of what we have lost, something we shouldn't be quick to forget."

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

She nodded and looked around the city she had many bittersweet memories of, and still, it was her city, and the city of her father, and her friends, few as they might have been.

"I'm looking forward to it's expansion once the dead scar is finally cleansed."

[seasindorei.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Yes, so am I." His voice is quiet, almost wistful. He swallowed, glanced away at the skyline.

"If it's there when we get back. And if Deathwing hasn't blown it to hell. If, if, if," there's a pause, a melancholy, almost silent sigh, "I wish that things were as they had been. Before Arthas. Before all of this."

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"It will." She stated, offering a comforting smile. "If there's anything that the Sin'dorei are known for, is their perseverance. Time and time again they've shown that they can get back up from anything, and better than before. A proud and ever present race."

[seasindorei.livejournal.com]

"We are at that. It just seems that it shall be a bit difficult, what with Azeroth being destroyed and all." He smiled, his voice tinging on the sarcastic.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"I ah... w-well we're fighting to get it back right? Even if it's back to the same deal of having to survive daily, it'll be our war, just like it's always been." She paused for a moment as she realized what she was thinking... She didn't consider this whole mess their war... She felt they had been unjustly tugged from their already hectic life and tossed into someone elses mess and expected to behave and take in stride. Forced to help one way or another. There was no diplomacy, no choice, it was either help us for a chance to get your world back, or become baggage... She felt the pressure of guilt rising in her chest and decided to look away into the city to try and not think about it.