leran'thiel and feydoral

Her thoughts took her to the hidden sky above, bright stars outshone by arcane lights. Sometimes, she felt a strange affinity with those stars. She felt too large for her body, as though only the smallest, most awkward part of her was controlling it. Sometimes, she felt as though her body was a shoe a much too small that she was forced to wear. 

Thinking on it threatened the feeling coming again, so Fey grounded herself quickly with a pinch to her arm. For a moment, she saw her shadow dance and heard the faintest laugh. Stubbornness took over, and she planted her feet hard against the carpeted floor, clenching her hands together. She reached for the Light, letting it fill her, and the feeling of being too much slowly faded away. The shadows stilled.

How long had passed? How long had she been sitting there? Fey stood, hands soothing her skirt despite the fact that it was already pristine. There was work to do, somewhere. And if not, there was her bed.

LADY FEYDORAL STARBRINGER

Race: Sin'dorei

Class: Priestess

Age: 177

Eye colour: Pale fel green

Height: 6'1"

Body shape: Long and lanky

Birthplace: Silvermoon

Physical Description: Feydoral has long, dark red hair. It curls naturally at the ends, where is is a bit darker. Her lips are pouty, and her mouth a little large for her face. Fey also has somewhat strong cheekbones; they're certainly noticable, but do not dominate her heart-shaped face. Her skin is slightly tanned, but she has not gotten enough sun to start to freckle. Fey's eyes are a bit large for her face, as well.

Her body is very thin, with next to no curves. Her clothes hang off it awkwardly, like she's recently lost some weight. She has long, elegant fingers, but shortly bitten nails.

Personality traits: Fey is very quiet. She tends to slump her shoulders. She can often be seen gazing vacantly ahead or looking at what appears to be nothing; physical touch from someone she trusts seems to help with this, however.

She does not trust anyone who is not sin'dorei. She still is fearful of both Forsaken and Death Knights.

History: Feydoral clings to the title of "lady" by a mere thread. Even before the fall of Silvermoon, her family name was dying out. She was the only child of an only child, and all the matches her father preposed refused to take her name. She flitted from evening to evening, distracting herself with balls and other events.

When the Sunwell fell, her home and family manor was overrun by the Scourge and devoured by the Dead Scar. Her parents, both powerful mages, were swallowed with it. Fey escaped, if only just, and bares three long gashes on her right shoulder to prove it.

Hmmmm. I had to sit there and think about this one for a while! Lera would definitely be a long-tailed rosefinch; a little bit drab, but with a bit of pink to brighten her up. 

Lera's would primarily be made of snow lilies. Those large flowers would be offset by Vincent's lilac. Throw in some Queen Anne's Lace, and you've got something perfectly Lera!

Fey's, however, would be a bit more complicated. Asphodel, for regrets towards one who has passed. Begonias, orange, for a fanciful nature. Red columbines for anxiousness. Hydrangeas, for frigidity. A sprig of ivy to show she is anxious to please. A single tall sunflower, wrapped tightly around the rest, for false riches and pride. 

Lera's would be the near-white yellow of her Light scars, the burnished gold of her armour, and.... the bright yellow of the helm Eru gave her. 

Lera laughs, taking the dumpling and biting into it ferociously. "Mmm, you should see the others," she says around the food. "Less muscle, more stick. I used to have a bit more to me, but I traded the squishier parts for muscle more recently. Besides, the Light makes up for my tiny arms."