@unxcus
        Flames come to life between her fingers, a dancing inferno casting a light that deepened the shadows of her room. Sparked by the presence of an unexpected and unwanted arrival of a visitor. One moment sheâd been alone and the next he was here, red eyes piercing through the dark. There could be no mistaking who this stranger could be ------- the style of dress, the shape and build. Wrathion. Sheâd heard plenty of his machinations and the influence heâd held over Anduin.Â
                Recognition did not bring relief, in fact it was anything but that. Her eyes narrowed and the fire within her hand grew in intensity. âYou have five seconds to explain your presence here, dragon, before I decide to set you aflame.â
