#rilaniel

( This post is about the first time I ever RPed on the Horde. @luminashdawnwing mentioned.)

It was night when I and Lyncis made our way through Silvermoon City; we had reached the inn that connects Murder Row with The Royal Exchange for a drink at dusk; there were voices inside.  I had ignored them for a time and spoke to Suntouch, my friend from before the last war. A bottle of weak alcohol was in my hand when I took a few steps to the large table with the owners of the beautiful voices. They all seemed to know each other so well.

I had curtsied, smiled, asked at almost a whisper if I could sit among them. The male across the table had said that the more there is the merrier it can be. I bowed her head in thanks and took the seat while Lyncis studied the group. Her ears were twitching, like she was listening or smelling something odd. While I was whispering to my companion to calm down, I had been addressed by the man with golden locks that looked more well kept than the two females.

He was asking for my name - or what he could call me by. I had blurted out "Moriurya Sunbow of the Farstrider Rangers,” and stuttered, “but most just call me Rya." I tried to keep them from seeing my blush by pouring my drink and asking what I could call them. His full name did not stick in my mind well, though I remember it well now. He was a Convocate and a Count; Daras Goldleaf.

Daras then introduced the others beside him. There was the female to the right of me named Olette Dawnwing, though she changed that not long after. Everything about her was so regal yet there was an aura around her that had made me fear her. The third member was a woman whom I don’t remember the name of, there is a mist over anything I can recall of her.

Soon more had arrived and I quickly realized what type of group I was in; these lords and ladies all had titles and held an air of sophistication that I had never thought I could be included in. My dream of being surrounded and included in the talk of nobility was suddenly in front of me.

There was a yawn and a snarl from Lyncis beside me, making me realize that the feline was getting annoyed. With a sigh, I walked her out of the small crowd and gave her some food to stay where she was. By the time I returned there was another male at the table; his uniform marking him as a Farstrider as well. We had saluted each other and I sat again. Now that the table was full there was the decision to do an introduction round so that those that were new could meet those that had sat first and visa verse.

The male ranger called himself Rilaniel and asked that he just be called Rilan. Him and I seemed to be the only ones there without an important title. Then Daras was standing so that another may sit –another blonde elf whom had age in his eyes yet was rather youthful in other ways, Luminash Dawnwing sat beside his engaged.

I felt the need to stand and let the next lord who came in sit in my spot; by the way everyone had greated him, I felt he was most likely a superior. I should have known to recognize the Lord Convocate of Silvermoon. Rilan stood and offered his own seat to me, which I had tried to refuse. There was some small laughter among the group, to which Daras took Rilan's chair and I sat back down sighing. Rilan stood not far from me, the scent of the forest drifting to me, making me wish I was back in the woods watching the last of the light fade from the sky.

I felt at home, I felt like I belonged. I met Convocates, leaders of Quel’thalas, the lords and ladies inspiring all to try and be something greater, and the daily people whom served them. It was a happy time, it was a wonderful age. Not long after, I was trapped in drama, caught in debates, being accused of scandals never done. Where did they go? Where is it now? The comfort, the feeling of being connected with those around me ... the enjoyment of company?