and I apologize for any mistakes you might find, thank you enjoy.))Oneille clasped her arms about her slender form trying to conserve her body heat, no luck. Vengence Landing bastion of Forsaken battlefronts and home to the weary traveling back to Tirisfal Glades. This shoreline stronghold was the last stop for Oneille Brightgrove on her way home back to Silvermoon City. To bask in the perpetual springtime glow of Eversong lifted the young elf's spirits but not by much. Standing draped in a burgandy cloak lined in fur the ambassador waited for the zepplein to dock. Hard to imagine that after several long months she'd be home again. First order of business was to secure a zepplein ride to Undercity.
Cold ached through the elven maiden's frame sending shivers down her spine. Teeth chattering Oneille shook in chill as he wrapped the cloak tighter to her form. At her feet rested the a small, furry ball of fluff sleeping soundly. Kim, the worg pup, snored slightly as he lay at his mistress's feet. When the ambassador shifted away from him, the canine rolled unto his back his yellow eyes looking up with a pleading whine to follow.
The whimper deverted Oneille's attention causing her to bend over and scoop the creature up into her embrace. Opening the front of her cloak she tucked the puppy under for warmth. Kim's little head popped out sniffing the air then darting up to lick his owner's face affectionately.
"Kim!" giggling to herself Oneille cuddled the small worg cooing down at him. She stroked the ebon fur of Kim lovingly as she hummed an old lullaby to him. Kim yawned his pink tongue curling as it always had as he began to drift back into sleep. Oneille smirked. Lullabies worked like a charm!
With Kim held firmly against her chest Oneille sighed. It seemed that Kim was the only stable thing she had left in her life. Already estranged with her family and uncertain how big sis and little sis will deal with her being home, Oneille could only hope both would accept her return. Family Oranos was estranged to one another. In fact Oneille chose to take the name Brightgrove as a means to survive possible ridicule by those in the political arena based on the Oranos reputation.
Silvermoon City, home, the destination of the traveling elf. She's scared of what will come. As of now she boards the zepplein, holding her pup like a new born babe to her bosom, and sighs once she finds a seat below. Among those aboard the vessel are a few orcs, undead, even an elf or two. Hood hiding her face still Oneille falls back to the wooden wall of the zepplein lower deck and begins to nod off...
"Home...hardly where my heart is..." is what is mumbled as Oneille drifts to slumber
((OCC: Well so here is the backstory of how little Oneille is here in the realm of Emerald Dream. On my old realm I was estranged with siblings that exsisted elsewhere that is why Cobriana and Lycaonia are my siblings
Oneille Oranos is my character's true name but for the sake of being an ambassador my name is Oneille Brightgrove. I'm a dedicated politican, ambassasdor, and future magistrix. Oneille is a soft spoken, obedient elven woman whose companion in her travels is her worg pup, Kim (thalassian for little). Oneille has a fondness for learning about the earthern spirits and the many wonders the elements may teach her, is why she is seeking aid from a shaman in her quest for a better understanding of it all. True Oneille may be a prude but she's a strong head on her shoulders and won't back down from a fight. Words may be useless but that is for the ambassador to decide ))