[There's a clatter. Bouncing off a rock, the video feed comes on, showing a blur of grey and brown for a moment before settling on a view of the cloudy sky ( Read more... )

[The dusty interior of the chapel can be seen, the sunlight streaming in through the windows bright, bright enough to obscure the Blood Elf's features somewhat as she glances at the camera. It's difficult enough to read those glowing eyes at the best of times, but the set of her brow and of her mouth is hard to decipher. Her voice is soft, a little ( Read more... )

[Aureln's voice is low and drawn. She scrapes over the softness, the tiredness, with her usual frown, but it lacks conviction. There is soft breathing in the background, as of someone sleeping.]Myhrta. Thank you, for what you did today ( Read more... )