-Claw Island victory party.
A blue Sylvari in ceremonial armor sat at a barstool in Lion's Arch. She was alone from the major crowd that had been singing and dancing for the victory that happened at Claw Island. Only to her, it wasn't a victory: It was a nightmare come true. She was only here because the drinks were cheap, ten copper a cup, and had hoped to drink the nightmare away.
But everything reminded her of him. She turned around, and there were Charrs wearing red, shooting rifles. There were apples everywhere, or at least it seemed to be; hell, even her drink had somehow got the sweet. sweet taste of an apple. It didn't help that some of the members from the Whispers was there either. Oh look, here's one of them now, coming to sit next to her.
A human, obviously not clear in his head, tried to flirt with the Sylvari. "Hey baby, I like way your uh," He looked the girl up and down, "blue skin, it really complements your fire colored hair!"
The Sylvari was unimpressed, to say the least. "Whatever." She said coldly, taking another sip of her beverage. The man finally realised who he was talking to, and got close up to her.
"So tell me, where's your friend? What was 'is name? Tigger? Catapult?" The lady gritted her teeth, and corrected him with a certain subtle ferocity that the man was too drunk to notice.
"His name was Tybalt."
"Yeah yeah, him!" He laughed hard, she didn't know what for. "Yeah, you all went to Claw Island! Tell me honey, where is our fierce Tigger? Don't tell me you left him behi-"
He was cut off by the Sylvari, who shoved him easily into the rock ground. She had proceeded to stomp on him as a tears welled up in her eye. Two large Norn took her by her arms and took her away to a quieter street, and dropped her on the ground there. They yelled something, but she was too mad to listen to what they had said, and then they left.
She stomped in an exaggerated way through the street that only a few people of different races occupied. The street eventually became a part of the beach, where no one was at. Except there was something in the water. When the blue Sylvari began to stumble towards it, the water jumped up, and splashed her face, and there was another woman.
"Now Herbal," Her voice was nice and soft, almost chilling. "We can't just let members of our order beat each other up for no reason." Herbal clenched her fist at Riel's voice, and her emotions overtook her. She began to yell and cry.
"So you blame me for it too Riel? Is that what you're telling me!" Riel tried to reason with Herbal, but she didn't get a chance to. "I know it's my fault, I shouldn't've have let him go in alone, I don't need you tell me that!" Herbal's weak planty legs began to get weak, as she began to kneel on the sandy ground, and then curled into a ball. "I don't need you to tell me I killed Tybalt." She weakly whispered through the crippling pain in her chest, and her her burning eyes. She cried and cried, until her body couldn't handle it, and passed out.