It was still and quiet, and I loved it. Silverpine it was, and it was no lie, it was as silver as the silver coins left on the side of the canals in stormwind. The grass was gleaming with dew, and the color was pale green like a musty silver.
The pine trees that stacked up high turned the blue sky into a dark grape hued sky, not a stir was made to this enviorment. It was unlike darnassus, where the sky was the same tinted lavender, and the sounds of crickets and owls could be heard through the hallow walls of an inn.
Or Stormwind where the rickety sounds of the carts of tradesmen getting ready for tomorrow's bundle, or where the rogues were active pick pocketing walking citizens. And the sounds of laughter, glasses of ale being passed about and that one poor man who gets thrown out for being too drunk.
And far from Ironforge. Where you could hear the magna stir, the laugh of drunks, and the sound of iron hitting iron. It was just quiet.
The way I wished I could be forever, just sitting here…for my end to be here…for eternity.
But now I must return to South shore..its not considered safe to be in enemy territory…no matter how beautiful and quiet it is.