Ahlai

The glimmering white pillars and sheer curtains in the Walk of Elders was always a favorite playground - occasionally a passing guard would shoo them away from the fragile decor, but it would always be in good humor and with a smile for the small band of children. Always then would they go to mock the guardians that trundled mechanically down the pristine halls, dancing just before or after the impossibly slow construct, blowing raspberries or making faces to the impassive patrol.

"Ahlai...Your father is home...your father!"

Ahlai sits up with a shudder, frantic and unsure of her surroundings, hands immediately going to clutch her head, groaning with the sudden pain and nausea. The dream always came after a night 'relaxing' in the tavern and she was glad. For the brief moments before the dream fades she focuses on her mother's voice. No panic in the dreams - no hysteria as it had been in real life. And then the afterimages of the dream are gone, dissapating as they always do into the Nether.

Scooting to the edge of the bed she glanced over at the Fel Hunter curled around her possessions. A thief had attempted to relieve her of her valuables the first night here in Dalaran - Dym's presence ensured there wasn't a repeat of that particular scene. Her hand rises - instantly moving to grip the large diamond ring that dangles from a thin golden chain around her neck, fingers twining and turning the jewelry as she wonders if going back to sleep is worth it, much less possible.

The other travellers bunking here in the small room lay in some state of slumber - a few mumble or snore, the others sleep like the dead. And some...well some she believes 'are' dead - well, Forsaken, as they call themselves.

[...in progress...]