The city was as Emberlaine had left it.
The cathedral square still buzzed with activity. Even under the blazing sun of the Elwynn summer, furious and unrelenting in the season of its prime, heavily armored and thickly robed alike converged near the vibrant, rapid churn of the pristine central fountain. When the mage had left, the square was frigid and ice-covered, a hurried point of passing between the hearth of one door to the torches of the cathedral - now, it was once more a thriving hub, defiant against the oppressive heat of a city at midday. The fountain bubbled with the same water; the same merchants argued with the same patrons about the same things, and the priests chanted the same prayers from the same old book. If there was any change at all, it was in the air. No longer did the wives whisper small, strained assurances to each other that soldier husbands would return home, no longer did mailboxes bulge with letter ferried in from mages from the frontier. The air was light and airy, as it always became after Azeroth's troubles seemed resolved. There was always a new threat, a promised new world or a sworn vengeful return awaiting on the horizon. But for now, at least, the streets remained lively and the sky stayed bright.
Emberlaine sat on a cool bench beside the fountain, eyes flitting from one person to the next. A former co-worker hurrying back to the Tower sprinted by her at a breathless spellcaster's pace, even as a Pandaren crossed his legs in serene meditation beneath a tree. The monk's newest disciple, a young boy clearly still getting used to his monk's robes, struggled to focus beside him, eyes tearing themselves open at every outside distraction. She laughed to herself, knowing full well the challenge of deep and absolute focus, laughing more as the exasperated trainee cried in frustration and earned a cuff from his master.
It felt good to people-watch again. The trials of her months away from the city had been arduous, and even still, she had trials ahead of her - apologies to make, explanations to tell, reunions to excitedly plan and anxiously await. For now at least, she would simply sit, and watch, and let the world pass by around her in the perfect grace of an afternoon alive.
The cathedral square still buzzed with activity. Even under the blazing sun of the Elwynn summer, furious and unrelenting in the season of its prime, heavily armored and thickly robed alike converged near the vibrant, rapid churn of the pristine central fountain. When the mage had left, the square was frigid and ice-covered, a hurried point of passing between the hearth of one door to the torches of the cathedral - now, it was once more a thriving hub, defiant against the oppressive heat of a city at midday. The fountain bubbled with the same water; the same merchants argued with the same patrons about the same things, and the priests chanted the same prayers from the same old book. If there was any change at all, it was in the air. No longer did the wives whisper small, strained assurances to each other that soldier husbands would return home, no longer did mailboxes bulge with letter ferried in from mages from the frontier. The air was light and airy, as it always became after Azeroth's troubles seemed resolved. There was always a new threat, a promised new world or a sworn vengeful return awaiting on the horizon. But for now, at least, the streets remained lively and the sky stayed bright.
Emberlaine sat on a cool bench beside the fountain, eyes flitting from one person to the next. A former co-worker hurrying back to the Tower sprinted by her at a breathless spellcaster's pace, even as a Pandaren crossed his legs in serene meditation beneath a tree. The monk's newest disciple, a young boy clearly still getting used to his monk's robes, struggled to focus beside him, eyes tearing themselves open at every outside distraction. She laughed to herself, knowing full well the challenge of deep and absolute focus, laughing more as the exasperated trainee cried in frustration and earned a cuff from his master.
It felt good to people-watch again. The trials of her months away from the city had been arduous, and even still, she had trials ahead of her - apologies to make, explanations to tell, reunions to excitedly plan and anxiously await. For now at least, she would simply sit, and watch, and let the world pass by around her in the perfect grace of an afternoon alive.