*Dream 05* Schneizel Payment 1/3
It was morning, just before dawn, when the sky on the horizon was beginning to brighten but before the sun's first rays glittered over the vast ocean... or rather, they would, if it weren't such a gray, misty day. Jaina was standing at the end of the docks, watching the ships rise and fall with the waves.
This was her Theramore ... her responsibility - her duty. She was home... had that entire world really been a dream? There was a seagull crying plaintively in the early morning fog, and for a moment the sorceress felt a genuine ache in her heart as she knelt down, looking out over the waves, not entirely sure what she was looking for.
Steps on the wooden dock behind her, and she reflexively turned her head to see who it was. Schneizel el Britannia, wearing not the white suit she'd first seen him in, but... the royal colors of Lordaeron. They seem grayer in the morning mist, though. "Truly, a lonely view," he said to her quietly, that enigmatic half-smile on his face, as if he could peer into her mind. Jaina turned back around to face the waves, and the man moved to sit beside her.
They sat in silence, saying nothing, before Jaina looked in his direction - if not at him - and replied with a wistful smile on her face, "There's a certain beauty in it. It's ... less lonely if you're watching it with someone."
He nodded in assent, still smiling that unreadable half-smile as he sat beside her, and the waves crashed against the land beneath them.
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*Looks at the Dreamberry, and realizes that it's been broadcasting... quietly turns over, trying not to think about it*
This was her Theramore ... her responsibility - her duty. She was home... had that entire world really been a dream? There was a seagull crying plaintively in the early morning fog, and for a moment the sorceress felt a genuine ache in her heart as she knelt down, looking out over the waves, not entirely sure what she was looking for.
Steps on the wooden dock behind her, and she reflexively turned her head to see who it was. Schneizel el Britannia, wearing not the white suit she'd first seen him in, but... the royal colors of Lordaeron. They seem grayer in the morning mist, though. "Truly, a lonely view," he said to her quietly, that enigmatic half-smile on his face, as if he could peer into her mind. Jaina turned back around to face the waves, and the man moved to sit beside her.
They sat in silence, saying nothing, before Jaina looked in his direction - if not at him - and replied with a wistful smile on her face, "There's a certain beauty in it. It's ... less lonely if you're watching it with someone."
He nodded in assent, still smiling that unreadable half-smile as he sat beside her, and the waves crashed against the land beneath them.
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*Looks at the Dreamberry, and realizes that it's been broadcasting... quietly turns over, trying not to think about it*