#virali

Now, with flames crackling behind the magenta sylvari, the smell of burning leaves and rotten blossoms rising into the air as they break away from their bodies. It was growing dark, the fire illuminating the area around her. Virali stands from her spot in the shallow waters, droplets dripping off the leaves of her armor as she raises an arm to wipe at her eyes. She could hear hounds in the distance, friendly ones, perhaps on a search for what all the noise was earlier. Wardens did what they could to save young sylvari from the Nightmare.

It was foolish to trust him. It was foolish to trust his friends. It was foolish to think all those little dark quirks he had weren't Nightmare, just his personality. He was a necromancer, after all! They have tendencies! Don't listen to the wardens, they never trust anyone!

So he said.

The warden and their hounds run, splashing through the waters, giving soft whines and gentle nuzzles to Virali. They were thankful she fought their battle, but upset by her tears. She shakes, falling back to her knees, dropping her daggers that had once earlier shot flames and rock and electricity forth. It was too much for someone so young.

Wrapping her arms around the hound's neck, she rests her head, the sound of a warden asking about her ringing distant in her ears.