#lunarglow

The full moon shines like a beacon in the quiet darkness, reminding us of the beauty in simplicity. 🌕✨

"I suppose we should send her off to school if she's going to make anything of herself" "Yes but look at her, she can barely light a candle! " Another night with raised voices, bickering and sighs of audible disappointment as a young elven girl hid amongst marble pillars and books in shame. Why wasn't she like her friends, who could already cast illusions? What was wrong with her? All of the highborne in the dire maul regarded her with pity. The male comes closer "it's alright Lunarglow, we will get you a good teacher, one who can help you understand..." she knew what that meant. "Lunarglow Wintersong? What kind of name is that?" The other elves teased her, adolescents all knees and ears before they grew into adulthood. "It's MY name!" She insists, lower lip trembling as they taunt her, shoving her between them. "Lunarglow lunarglow, can't even make the ice grow" they jeer, the girl finally escaping and running to her parents in tears as they just sign and shake their heads "Dalaran is so far!" Insists mother. "But for the best!" Replies father. She knows what it means. They are ashamed. The useless mage Wintersong would be sent away to "learn" amongst the humans, to keep her far away from the knowing smirks of the others. A trunk is packed, parents smile simperingly, it's for the best, of course, she'd find teachers who could understand her, teach her better...they didn't tell her she'd be lonelier than before. Study study, day in, day out. Life was boring, life was awful.