My Weakness I Feel I Must Finally Show [open]

[dearest_nehaa]

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[alastirra]

Normally, Alastirra wasn't given to wandering in the dark of what counted as night on Stacy. Sleep time was for sleeping. But when Water, the element of emotion (though Fire could be its equal, and surpassed it in Passion), whispered through her dreams, she woke, and walked.

She murmured a quiet greeting in Draenei as she sat down next to the Vindicator, lacing graceful, if callused fingers together.

"I realize we have not met formally, but if you are troubled, my ears are open to listen." The Farseer gave a quiet smile and inclined her head.

[dearest_nehaa]

Nehaalista turned and seemed surprised, and then, relieved. Another draenei, people weren't just blowing smoke at her, there really was someone here like hers. She threw her arms around the other draenei and hugged her warmly.

It didn't strike her until just that moment how warm a face familiar in structure, if not familiar in friendship could make her.

[alastirra]

For a brief moment, Alastirra was surprised, but that didn't last. She just made a soothing noise and hugged the other Draenei, patting her gently on the back.

"It will be all right." Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but someday? That was something the Farseer firmly believed.

[dearest_nehaa]

There were little sniffs and muffled breaths, oddly neutral noises without a voice to give them tone, into Alastirra's shoulder as Nehaalista tried to collect herself. Still, she was a adult (barely), and she needed to act like one.

Nehaalista pulled herself back and wiped at her face, making the apology sign over and over.