#evharit

*haters gonna hate playing in the background*

The terrible news have spread quickly that day. From the very corner of Maguuma Wastes to the autumn-filled lands of the charr. The Pact wasn't succesful in its advance on Mordremoth.

In fact, it has been wiped. The Pact Fleet crashed, almost as if only with a snap of fingers. It was a terrible day. But not for her. She has just awoken. She would stand there, taking in all the smells and colors. Oh how vibrant they were! The Dream didn't show them as beautiful as she saw them now. She stood there, looking around, getting used to the new environment. Barely controlling her emotions, she overwhelmed all bystanders by her excitement: "Everything is so... full of life!"

Bystanders, though? A newly awakened sapling usually gets a mender and that's about it. No, this awakening was different. There were atleast three guards by the entrance to the pod area, and two in the background, blocking the hallway. None of them were as excited as Evh was. Instead, they looked more worried than happy to welcome another of their own. Stiffly, they held their respective weapons and waited for what's gonna happen next. Would she lunge at them? Go berserk, perhaps? Try to praise Mordremoth and escape? How could they know what's gonna happen. She had his colors. It was in the evening, the sky has been slowly turning dark, and so the bioluminescent cells of all sylvari came to life. And so did hers, and they were of a vibrant red color. Her wooden skin was covered with moss in some places, and vines emerging from her head, wild as never before. They've all seen this color before. It was the Shadow of the Dragon. Was she his embodiment? Was she not aware of this? She stared back at them, her smile quickly turning to a worried expression. Everyone was ready to attack her and she didn't know why. 

Suddenly, a couple of another sylvari stormed into the place. Most of them just glanced over her, but focused on talking to the guards instead, but one of them, a funnily looking one, was just horrifiedly staring at her. Evharit didn't know what to make of this, but his gaze felt somewhat reassuring, as if he was worried for her, not because of her. "W-what.. why.. what's the matter? Please?!" Overwhelmed by emotions, tears started rolling down her face. Controlling her feelings after only few minutes of awakening? She'd wish. He stepped closer to her, with a big piece of fluffy fabric. "I am Vachrien and i am your mender." He said as he quickly wrapped her in the fabric and grabbed her by the shoulders, nodding at others and slowly leading her away from all this. Even if she wasn't looking back, she could still feel all of them staring at her, leaving, confused.