#ziorea

This perfect piece shows Ziorea's expression every time she approaches someone. I am so in love with this art.

The young woman with bleach-white hair and pink highlights sat before her.  Sylrissa had picked up an evening shift needing a bit of time out of the house away from her two chaotic kiddos.  Her nanny could get them ready for bed and settle down for the night.  

Lady Ravenmourn could tell the elf before that she was not Sin’dorei.  It was a risk Ziorea took coming to Silvermoon. Yet the city had an influx of Ren’dorie, Quel’dorie, and half-elves coming in lately pretending to be Sin’dorei. 

It was not questioned as light woven through the elf before her,  healing up bruises and the horrible scar on Ziorea’s forehead.  For it was not her business.  The only that mattered was making sure her patient was healthy.  

“So you don’t know the name Nightfall?” Ziorea asked as magic broke through her natural barriers and healed her up.  No scars, please!  

“No, I used to be up on all the noble houses but over time they fall or vanish.  Then they come around again just like the rising sun. “  Sylrissa smiled at the other, her aura full of warmth.   “That is okay,  it is better they are not peeking around here.  Keeping to themselves in the Eastern Kingdom.”  The younger elf nodded.

Sylrissa nodded and sat back to write another prescription requested by the patient before her.  “If you need anything else, anytime.  Please just message me and I will do my best to help.  I don’t travel like I used to but magic has a way of finding those in need.”