#yfaera

Sometimes the most important stories are the ones you never knew you would be able to tell at all. A song for circumstance and family, to a journey she never thought possible and a world to which she is gladly bound.

@faepixel ‘s girl Yfaera as a blue dragon! 

BAD, BAD DREAMS

As tiny droplets began to fall from the sky, a certain elf ducked to take cover under a stone carapace. Her eyes--one mechanically made and one natural tracked to the sky. The stone over her head vibrated in protest when somewhere in the distance loud thunder echoed. Looking down to the comm strapped to her belt, the oncoming storm reminds Alythae of a different time. She drank too much. Everyone had, except for Yfaera. They were just becoming friends, and perhaps it was the drunkenness that spurred one Kaldorei to trust so deeply in the other. To believe in her and her potential. Fae, with her kind eyes and concerned nature made sure Aly arrived home safely. Terrakh came along, too. The last thing she recalled was curling up in her bed, the warmth of others nearby, and the roar of thunder fast approaching. [OOC: thanks for the ask! This drabble is 150ish words so a bit bigger than a normal one. Mentions @felinecreative AKA @elunedew]