#♛┊𝔦'𝔪 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 ⁽ᵒᵖᵉᶰ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ⁾

[lionslight]

     “...there’s no such thing as a good WAR.”

[lionslight]

     outside the lightbringer’s tomb, he rested upon one of the two benches beyond the sepulcher’s stair, his gaze FIXATED upon the light which the structure itself seemed to emanate; one all too familiar to his own. a sigh emerged, and the king returned his eyes to the tome in his lap: a biography of uther’s heroics and deeds as highlord of the silver hand - a position since taken up by a hero of azeroth, who had then led their fellow knights to victory against the burning legion. he was no knight himself, but anduin had respected deeply the lightbringer - and those like him - for the justice he apportioned. it was only natural that the young priest would honor the memory of one of azeroth’s most MOURNED champions.

[lionslight]

     evening in boralus; much different than those he’d experienced in stormwind, for certain. the air was rich with brine, and merchants and tradesmen of all sorts still flocked the streets below. occasionally, he’d catch sight of a ship either arriving in or departing from the harbor; and across the bay, there was an orange glow just above the horizon, the setting sun gradually DESCENDING beyond the waters.

     from the ledge upon which he stood, anduin gave a silent exhale before reaching back and raising his veil back over an EXHAUSTED visage, a pair of golden orbs taking the place of cerulean eyes thereafter. thoughts found themselves unvoiced as the priest’s blank stare continued to weave itself throughout the market.