#willowgust

Times were hard, things never appearing to be as good as they used to be. It was often times like this that the Queen found herself simply drifting. Fingers brushing against the tall green grass that never seemed to fade from it’s Spring blooms. Sin’dorei had the perfect weather surrounding their home, no need for heavy furs and scarfs to keep the cold from nipping at their throats. The aroma of the tea that wafted freely through Eversong, culled the Queen to it’s location. She couldn’t resist the refreshing smell.

As she drew near, her eyes darted across the display and then the woman sitting within the grass. A familiar visage, she had seen her once or twice before but never personally spoke to her. The white linen dress the Queen adorned seemed abnormal for her usual wear, but it was light and carefree which is what she needed after recent events that weighed heavily on her heart and mind. 

“Hello, darling.” She purred, clasping her hands loosely before her as she gave a slight cant to her skull and smiled at the woman. “It seems to be the perfect day for tea. Smells divine.” Celestine made no movement to sit with her, keeping her distance out of respect until offered or shooed from the scene.

Amber: Describe, to the best of your ability, a place that brings comfort to you.

Muse: Eversong Woods. There’s really no place like home.

Mun: Most places by water. Water is very much my element, irl. Funny how I’m a mermaid masquerading as a phoenix, no?

Dragon’s Blood: Describe a time when you discovered an inner strength that you didn’t know you had.

Muse: I was in Outland, back when the Sin’dorei were using Illidan’s gift to tap mana from living things and fel sources to survive.

I hadn’t fed in a handful of days, and I was lethargic, irritable, dizzy, and not up to my best. My orc friend Dorogan and I were with a couple of Haramaad’s ethereals, and one of them offered to let me feed on him, just enough that I could make it through the day, until we could get an opportunity to find some demons or the underlings of a rival nexus-prince for me to hunt. I declined, I thought I wouldn’t be able to control myself, that I’d tear him apart. He insisted.

It took every ounce of control I had to slowly take in what energy he could give me and not just drink him dry right there in a few seconds. I was so thirsty. When he asked me to stop I didn’t, at first, I wanted more. I needed more. His airy voice began to hitch, “S-stop… Please, arcanist…”

So much willpower it took me to break away, let him go… Not kill him. But I’d fed enough to last the day and think straight, at least, even if I was just a bit off-balance.

Mun: The most important moment I’ve lived that falls into such a description is actually a very private memory and one that I’m not comfortable sharing, but suffice to say, it was very David and Goliath.

Galangal: What is your opinion on warlocks?

Muse: They play with fire. The wise ones will seek to understand enough so that they don’t burn, though it’s inevitable they will get singed. All figuratively speaking, of course.

Mun: As a real-life heathen in my own spirituality, I’ll answer by going on what warlocks are most commonly defined as here on Earth: people who work spell-craft for personal gain regardless of how they harm others, or in service to malevolent forces for any reason. I’m wary of them and I pity them. Fucked up things happen, and I wonder sometimes what happened in their life to make them so spiteful, or empty, or vindictive and petty, or why they would choose to honor and seek the favor of an entity that harms others just because that’s what they do, not for justice or karma. The only thing I can wish for them is a clean slate when they leave this life.

Lotus: How has a friend cheered you up? What did you think was most effective about the gesture/act?

Muse: Oh my, I think it’s the thought that goes into things. Colpeia sent me some wonderful sacred Shafisian incense, Celestine gave me a beautiful “phoenix stone” necklace that I wear all the time now, and Blaque? He gave me a house! The meaningfulness and care put into things always means more to me than the things themselves.

Mun: When @halenvar let it slip that he saves my lore posts. Just mentioned it in conversation, wasn’t making any kind of point of it or looking for gratitude or anything, it just slipped out. I was very touched and amazed, I couldn’t remember the last time someone went the extra mile like that for me, to keep tabs with where I’m going creatively, and it really showed me how much he values the story we have and how he takes me seriously.

Rue: What’s the best food to eat when you’re sick?

Muse and Mun: Hot venison soup!

@willowgust​

VIV

“She’s so motherly. My own mother was so vain, prideful, self-absorbed, not like her.

Well, maybe not entirely selfless, she does have a few petty flaws, but the commonplace sort, nothing as deep as my mother’s were.”

YUN

“I miss that adorable furball. He’s sweet…

I didn’t even have to ask Sorrenan to fix the shackle-scars on my wrists with blood magic.

I should see him again.”

PEIA

“She was right… Maybe she was meant to be my sister, heh.

A’dal, don’t allow her to be harmed by doing anything too drastic for me. I’m careless, she’s selfless. I deserve to burn in my own fire, first.”

It’s no longer Munday (or Monday) and I have no idea how old this is (woops), but my favorite genres of RP are probably related to the intricacies of relationships, traumas, and personal growth? Trauma and other internal struggles play a huge role in my professional/artistic practice outside of WoW RP, so it’s only right that it flows over into this aspect of my life as well, haha. I think RP is a great way to more healthily explore things that trouble you personally, as well as providing a more general creative outlet for exploration. You really learn a lot about yourself by not being yourself, and that’s fun!