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| - (( Featuring Soraya Dwin'urdrenn )) "Soraya! Oh. uhm, no. I suddenly lost the desire to fish", Sariella replied, grimmly. She cast a gaze across Soraya's arm, and her expression turned to one of concern, the appendage bandaged. She cracked a half-hearted joke, trying to change the flow of conversation away from herself. "Fishing accident?" "I know that... I shouldn't require reward, though. I'm not exactly sure what it is that willed me to run." Sariella grimaced, deeply, then gradually, over a moment, smiled slightly. "At least you made it out, alive, right?"
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| - (( Featuring Soraya Dwin'urdrenn )) "Soraya! Oh. uhm, no. I suddenly lost the desire to fish", Sariella replied, grimmly. She cast a gaze across Soraya's arm, and her expression turned to one of concern, the appendage bandaged. She cracked a half-hearted joke, trying to change the flow of conversation away from herself. "Fishing accident?" "Yeah.. I suppose I don't" she sighed, softly. "The last... few months have been... rough. Shameful, even.". She almost grunted, disgustedly, recalling her memories as if witnessing another person in her mind, before her mind shot back to Soraya. "Oh. You can sit down, if you'd be more comfortable." she offered, forcing a friendly, accomodating smile. Sariella grinned lightly in return, before Soraya's question entered her mind, and her consideration. Her gaze returned to the rocky outcrop across the pond, more specifically, the waterfall. "I ran", she answered, bluntly, before swallowing a nagging lump in her throat. "From the bastard prince's minions. We were suffering massive losses within the Citadel. Death was inevitable. Rather than wait for the call to retreat, I ran. I ran and I never looked back. I didn't even care what-" she choked, before she raised her palm to her eye, wiping away a brief tear, attempting to restrain, attempting to hide her emotions "I didn't care what would happen my friends. I just ran.". "I don't know. I've been trying to figure it out. I-... I'm sorry, Sora." she blurted. "I just... that day, there was talk about who of us would be remembered. You were right, all those months ago. No one would spare a thought for "Sariella of Silvermoon". For fel's sake, that human runt Tirion is the only one anyone seems to credit. He's got that statue in Dalaran. What of the rest of us? Nothing!" she raised her voice, before taking a moment to control herself. "I know that... I shouldn't require reward, though. I'm not exactly sure what it is that willed me to run." "I know. I was your apprentice. You trained me. I'm... sorry for my failure." she said, visibly deeply ashamed and appologetic, a maelstrom of emotions curdled deep in her tone as she choked back anger, dispair, sorrow, sadness, and numerous other feelings. "I'm.. pissed off too. At myself. I don't know... I... guess at the time, I just felt.. "Why die here"? If death was inevitable.. was running such a bad idea? I'm such a coward." she blurts out, once more, as she wiped her eyes again, into her sleeve, her face contorting in confusion and frustration, as her actions ran through her head again and again, trying to solve a puzzle, trying to 'divide by zero'. Sariella bit her lip, thinking deeply. Sitting here like this would help nothing. She had to become strong again. Regain her determination. Or forever sit, an empty, skinny shell of a woman. She nodded, her previous emotions almost swept away and replaced with a slight determined look. "You're right." she said. "I just wish I knew what to do about it. How to... stop it happening again?" she sighed, frustrated. "How'd that happen, anyway?", she enquired, looking at Sora's bandage again. Sariella grimaced, deeply, then gradually, over a moment, smiled slightly. "At least you made it out, alive, right?" Sariella nodded slightly, as if the feeling were almost mutual. "I don't know about my own future, either. I dunno if I'll ever be able to trust myself not to run away when things start looking grim. Apperantly, the Lich King is dead. I imagine the battle up north will be wrapping up when the remnants of the Scourge are wiped out, and we'll all move back home. Before we remember that we're still at war with the Alliance, anyway". Sari examined herself briefly, tugging at her loose-fitting clothing, then nods in agreement, as if her current apperance, as if her current state of health still shocked her. "Well.. I was feeling much more sorry for myself in the months previous to now. What you're witnessing tonight is the trail-end of it, I suspect. Before now I... lacked the will to even eat. The 'thistle was about the only thing I could stomach.", she grimmaced, before her face broke into a mild, perhaps forced grin. "I suddenly do feel like a few fish, however. Hungry?" "I will." she smiled, before reaching for her fishing rod. "Oh.. and.. Sora? It.. was nice to see you again. Thanks.. I needed an ear. And... I'm glad you made it out alive" she smiled widely, or at least, the widest she had smiled for quite some time. "Th-thanks. Shorel'aran!" Sari said, certainly higher in spirit than she was before meeting Sora again, smiling over her shoulder.
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