#eisuna

Eisuna

My Eisuna, priestess of Elune’s light, denizen of ancient Suramar 10,000 years ago.

Behind her shy gaze are a million memories that should only fuel her to distrust people, and not care what happens to them; to let them build up the very thing that brings their downfall. The benefits of power and social standing that her family indulged in day in and day out acted as a shield from punishment for their wrongdoings, even those they committed against their own family; against their servants, their students, and her.

Breaking away was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do, for it came with consequences. 

Eisuna, Handmaiden of Elune.

Eisuna lived in the city of Suramar, just a brief time before the War of the Ancients. Though her mother was a well-known arcanist and socialite, quiet Eisuna cared little for parties, and studied magic alone. She preferred to rest by the clear pools of the water gardens, always fascinated by the way the moon reflected in their glass-like surfaces.

The scent of delicate blossoms and pure water followed her wherever she would go, usually by herself, away from the prying eyes of her family. When speaking with her, one would swear they heard chimes, although it was not apparent whether it was some enchantment, or the jewelry she wore. Her voice was clear and sad, like a silver flute, and she rarely made eye contact with anyone. Very highly introverted, she kept few friends.

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Crystal -- A scene from my Legion story. 

Before the Arcan’dor we know came to exist, what if there were others? Failures that would never bear fruit, whose purposes were widely unknown?

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