So, it is done.

“Do you still love her?”

The question resonated deep within the caverns of her mind, in the parts she kept hidden even from herself. Does a creature ever truly fall out of love? Sure it wanes, but does ever die? Brynsong was uncertain of how to answer the question for truthfully, she hadn’t known the answer herself. Love wasn’t fickle, but it was frail amidst tragedy and devastation. Too much had happened since the day she met Bo’dariel and now. There was nothing that would pull her home, not even that of her sister. Two halves of the same whole, her twin mostly likely needed her more now than ever. Still, she had to flee.

Quel’thalas was ruined forever. Even if the people, now known as Blood Elves, rallied together to make it great again, it would never be the same. It was impossible. All Bryn wanted was a time when things were simple and peace was a constant. So much blood fertilized the lands she once found sacred. To go back would mean she had accepted what had happened and that wasn’t something she hadn’t done nor had she planned to.

Hair, dry and frazzled from the endless winter, whipped about her face as she stared off into the distance as if the answers were tangled within the winds. Sadly, she knew better. Blue eyes gazed aimlessly over the camp and she realized the answer was not so finite.

“No,” she murmured simply. “Not because I want to, but because it’s the only option I have right now. If I truly loved her, I’d be by her side right now. However, that’s not where I’m meant to be any longer. It was a great love, but I have now given myself to the light and it’s all I need.”

From the corner of her eye she saw him look upon her sadly, but she felt nothing of the sort. As a child she was told the world was not at all what it seemed and she believed in that to her very core. The light was her purpose and her path. All she had to do was trust in it in order to win the war of life.

“I’m traveling to Dragonblight at dusk,” she said to him before bowing and taking her leave. “Give Captain Daelin my best, Bryn. By the light,” Hiren said in her wake to which she acknowledged with a wave.

In a dream, a dream that happened to come several times a week, she was always surrounded by the many dragon flights of Azeroth. At first she had taken it for what it seemed, a beautiful and haunting sight. Though, with each dream came a new revelation, a clue of sorts. Until recent she had been the only voice heard, but then came another. It was a calling. Through much prayer and question, she knew that she had to heed the call to move forward. It was necessary to trust outside what she understood. It was something Turalyon taught her long ago.

Along her journey, she’d rest in Crystalsong Forest at Windrunner’s Overlook. Hiren should have known better than to tease her of Daelin’s growing affections. Bryn was in no position to return them, but in his presence she felt a sense of what moving on was meant to be. The feeling was fleeting, but a comfort she took willingly. It was also nice being with that of her own kind. A close minded want, but one she craved nevertheless. Beau had Elysong to care for now, which was more a burden than a blessing. It was simply time to let them both go.