Loose Threads

[Lisbet]

Lisbet padded quietly through the empty hallways of the sacred crypts buried within the ruined city of Auchindoun. They had been picked clean recently by the adventuring out worlders, but she tried not to let it bother her. She had come to speak with D'ore, had come to understand.

Recently she had been, well, losing herself. She had always tried so very hard to keep the darkness at bay, to bathe herself in the light that her people were so much a part of. The Na'ru had so graciously gifted the Draenei, the exiled ones, with the ability to be the light, bathe in it and be apart of it. Yet as each and every day went by she found herself spending more and more time within the shadows embrace.

Even here, within the darkest places of her world and her race, she felt far more at home then she had anywhere else. It bothered her. What kind of priestess was she? What kind of Draenei? Perhaps her parents had been Death speakers. Even with its current state, she had always felt a closeness to the ruined city, maybe her parents were Auchuni..

She had no answers, she never did. She kept her head low and her demeanor respectful as the ghosts of the dead floated past. She hoped D'ore could shed some, well... light, on her situation. He had been with the Draenei when they ran from Argus and the Legion, and hopefully, knew more about what was happening to her then anyone else.

The shadows of the crypts fell around her as she walked. She hardly noticed, it was less a reflex and more an instinct now, to gather the shadows up and around her. It had started as a defense mechanism when she was just a small child, to hide in the shadows. She she had been in the care of Katraa and wished to avoid the other children, she just called to the shadows and they would come. Now? They always came, when ever she was lonely, scared, angry.. happy. It was more of an effort not to have them.

The voices of the dead echoed off the walls and filled her ears, whispers filled with warnings, and reassurances.

Don't let the shadows consume you...
One of us, one of us..
The light shall save you..
They all float down here..

[Lisbet]

It felt like her mind was unraveling, like loose threads on a blanket. As she walked, the sound of her hooves on the stone floor echoed as loudly as the shadows whispered around her lean frame. Her mind wandered to thoughts of Grahm Heidenreich.

She had wanted so much to dislike him. He was rude, obnoxious, condescending, arrogant, obnoxious, pig headed, obnoxious. All the things she hated in men. Had her friend Telona not wandered off into the woods of darkshire and disappeared, Lisbet probably would have turned away from men all together. Yet the longer she spent around him, the more she came to like him. He had layers, like an onion, and with each layer she managed to pull back, the sweeter he became.

Yet it was so hard to be near him now. Something was different. The light that he exuded was hard to look at, hard to be near. It was almost as if it burned. It was silly, because she herself was a priestess of the light, a child of the na'ru and a follower of everything good and moral and right. So why was it painful to be so near him lately?

Maybe D'ore could answer..

[Lisbet]

Maybe D'ore could answer why after all this time, she was no longer frightened of the shadows. Even when she and Grahm had visited the now empty ruins of the Temple of Karabor, she should have been frightened..

It had been where his mother lost her mind, and her ability to control her own touch with the shadows. When the orcs came to claim the temple for the horde, his mother was left alive. Only Velen knew what had happened to her, and he wasn't telling anyone.

Velen. Lisbet smiled faintly as she continued to walk. She was nearly there now, at the tomb of D'ore. Her mind ran, each new thought winding lose from the tapestry of her mind.

Velen had been like a father to her durring a time that she needed a parent most. She knew he was everyone's father, that he had saved them all countless times, but it never mattered. She had always felt special to him, even while knowing that each Draenei child was special. Their race didn't have many children. There wasn't a need to breed in large quantities when you lived for two thousand years.

The light, it was there in front of her. She could feel it on her skin, in her heart. The warm, safe, tingly love of the Na'ru that had been blessed upon her people so many thousands of years ago. Lifetimes upon lifetimes. She had arrived at the feet of the Na'ru, D'ore, whom had been entombed within the city of the lost..