The Ponderings Of A Heart

Tyrande, young priestess of Elune, seated herself. The long flowing robes befitting her station held a faint, luminescent, glow.
Her hair flowed down her shoulders to hang just above her waist. Her almond shaped orbs however were slightly narrowed. As were her sculpted brows furrowed ever so little as her expression reflected the deepness of her thoughts.

Conflict, not that of any outward shape or form consumed her. Rather that of a more personal nature. That of her relations.
those of which involved Illidian and Malfurion. Two...brothers, both in which had served as loyal and true childhood companions.
Now grown night elves like herself. Both though...different, opposing as the very forces in which moved time. Those of course being the very elements of night and day.

Illidian, the proud sun. In youth he and his sibling had appeared to have harmless competition. Recent events however revealed the darker stirrings within Illidian's heart. He had become far more quick to rage. So too perhaps in ambition. He was not the same youthful male she had known in childhood. For Illidian lacked patience. He had not either the understanding that at times she had hoped. He was quick to assume. Fast too to cast judgement. This disturbed Tyrande greatly. Time though perhaps kind to his physical features...had been less approving of what lingered beneath the elven beauty of his masculine features.

Malfurion, on the other hand, the humble moon. His temper not so quick as that of his brother. Though indeed, the druid was not an entity by any means that could be placed the same worth or value as that of Elune. Malfurion was one though of which the priestess could openly share her thoughts. There was not point in hiding things from him. Nor was there want for fear of him. The druid was rational, dare she say it, open minded. Even accepting...were Tyrande to hope so.

The battle within her had been raging. Now more so than it had years ago. Then...things were changing. She...and her friends,
as she had once called them, were all changing. Maturing...growing...apart maybe...closer perhaps. This conflict had robbed her of sleep on countless evenings. So too had it invaded her thoughts to the point of which Tyrande had discovered herself questioning many a thing about herself. Not to mention the futures in which lay before each of them.

Malfurion without doubt would make a fine druid. Illidian though...his path seemed to take him a road upon which Tyrande found herself feeling rather uncertain about. There was the growing and undeniable friction too not only betweenst the two siblings, but herself and the more ambitious of the two brothers that added to the uneasiness within her.

Her heart was torn, as was her mind. Relishing in the days that had long since passed, unsure too about her ideas in terms of the future. Two hearts...unique as the very souls in which also were harbored within the separate entities. Both in which had stirred a number of emotions within her. Those of undeniable nature, and those of which were not unbecoming in her role as friend and novice priestess. Yet...were she to continue this path there were questions that remained. Ones in which Tyrande would endlessly have to strive to seek to look within herself to answer.

One of the most pressing was where her heart lay? And perhaps...with whom?