Tag: Wayland Mothcaller x 2

Rare is the sight of the brilliant paladin without her armor, rarer still to catch her standing in the dancing light cast from stained glass walls. Glistening golden tresses lacking their usual blue headdress. Reverent steps on cobbled stone carry her forward, vibrant colors dancing across the bare arms and face of the woman with every movement. Chilled fingers trailed along the ends of wooden pews, worn from years of kneeling and tears.

A pure devout to the light, lost and wandering when presented with a second chance at life. 

Jade eyes cast themselves down to the stonework beneath her footfalls.

Pure.

Was this a word she could even use to describe herself anymore? Most days she couldn't even recognize who she had been before...

Gabriel swiped the rag across the bar, the sound of the bustling Dalaran streets tricking through the door behind each patron who entered, a brief nod from the bartender could sometimes be caught but for the most part he kept his head down, mixing drinks and cleaning.

Occasionally a regular customer would wander in and greet him warmly, Gabe joked that bartenders see their customers at their lowest, sometimes those would climb out of their sorrows while others remained in the pool of tears and alcohol they drowned their feelings in. Even fewer touched the staff in a lasting way, today one of those few stepped through the doorway.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her, an odd sight given her lack of armor and the soft smile gracing her...