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[swornanoath]

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[liadrin]

We're all dealing with frustration, Lady Windrunner. [Guess who's behind you? This elf. Sup.] But that is no reason to act this way.

[swornanoath]

[Yep, she hears that voice, and it only causes her to tense and fall still. Her teeth grind together as she tries to remain calm in the presence of such a painful reminder of what became of the weaker elves.]

I fail to see why, Liadrin. After all, is it not true?

[liadrin]

It is not true, but I refuse to speak of what happened that day, as it is over and done with; no good would come of it.

[swornanoath]

[She scoffs.]

How very like your kind to disregard the past.

[liadrin]

And so much like you to fixate on it till it consumes you. This is unhealthy, and unproductive.

[swornanoath]

Ha! As if you are in any position to speak of what is unhealthy.

[liadrin]

I am now. [She offers Vereesa a hard stare.] You question someone chosen to protect the Sunwell?

THAT IS NOT THE ICON I MEANT TO USE

[swornanoath]

[And she gives an equal stare right back.]

I question one whose sins are still evident in their eyes.

I LOLD WHEN I SAW IT.

[liadrin]

. . .

[Oh that -hurts-, woman. So much so that it takes Liadrin a moment to respond, though as she does her voice is as strong and clear as ever.] At least I am willing to accept the mistakes I've made in order to atone for them, rather than consider myself so pristine that I am free to judge all those around me.

lia you judge all the time. you're a paladin. /bah dum tss

[swornanoath]

Please. You criticize my actions and then try to tell me you are not judging me? You, who continuously mentions how special you are because you were "chosen" by the Naaru as if you are the messiah of the Sunwell?

You are a fallen elf paying for your deeds, and you will always thirst.

[She takes the reigns of her hippogryph and attempts to guide it elsewhere, away from Liadrin.]

Ooooh...

[liadrin]

I advise, there is a difference. [Nope, Liadrin is walking after you.]

And yes, Vereesa. I will always thirst, but I do not let hatred choke my heart. I do not hate you for what you say, but I will not agree with you for considering the rest of us 'weak'.

...You sound so much like Kael'thas when you speak that way, you know.

[swornanoath]

[She did well to ignore her words.

Until that last statement, and she quickly turns to face her, eyes narrowed and filled with hatred.]

I am nothing like him. How dare you even compare us.

[liadrin]

You are more like him than you think. I would know; I was his right hand, after all.

And this? This talk of humans being lesser? I've heard it all before.

[swornanoath]

Perhaps you heard if from your own lips, then, seeing as you've aligned yourself with Horde filth.

[liadrin]

I have. In the past.

But are you so content to find yourself sounding like who I once was...?

[swornanoath]

[Take your logic elsewhere, Liadrin. Vereesa wants no part of it.]

In order to sound like you, I would need to do a great deal more whining about where to find my next source of magic.

I fail to see why you feel you must somehow get through to me. As if I will ever bend my ear toward you! If I have not made it clear enough, I want nothing to do with you. The sight of you disgusts me. Perhaps long ago I thought you powerful and even inspiring, but I do not feel that way now. You are nothing but a wretched, painful reminder that I wish would leave.

I tolerate your presence if only for the sake of maintaining some semblance of peace, and because my sister's good intentions blind her to your very nature.

These talks are but a waste of your breath. Preach to someone who will listen.