Untouched by the recent attempted invasion upon Azeroth by the Burning Legion, Eversong Woods was as vibrant as ever. The sun was setting creating a beautiful picturesque scene: the pristine stone pathways were illuminated by the various lanterns, the sky became a warm tangerine shade and a slight breeze caused the bright orange leaves upon the plethora of white barked trees to shake; albeit slightly. Upon the nearby hills she stood, overlooking this scene. A woman with beauty that could rival the woods themselves even for the high standards of her kind, the Sin'dorei.
Long locks of cascading orange hair flow over her shoulders like a river, soft and silky as if it were liquid. A very lady-like and mature look about her: high cheekbones alongside plump lips painted a red colour via the use of lipstick. In fact, various pieces of make-up and beauty cosmetics were applied yet the woman's natural beauty is still apparent. Her ears and eyebrows would be long and pointed, a trait of all Sin'dorei, and her eyes a fel-green. Working your way down her body her hourglass figure is apparent. A petite waistline with a larger than average bust, seemingly an E-cup, and adequate rear. She'd reach a height of around about five foot four, rather short. However on this particular occasion the woman would be wearing a flowing red dress, loose upon her body. To elevate her short height she would wear a pair of red high heeled shoes - something she attempts to incorporate into almost all of her outfits - alongside many different pieces of jewellery ranging from ruby earrings and golden bracelets. This woman would go by the name 'Syera Sunwhisper'.
She tapped her long red painted fingernails upon the railing of the balcony as she stood there overlooking the woods from atop the hills. The Sunwhisper terrace was a rather large one rivalling the famous Magister's Terrace upon Quel'danas including many different rooms including large master bedrooms, a dinner hall, ballroom and much more. She exhaled a light sigh as she ceased the tapping, looking down at her left hand and the ring upon it: a golden band with a large emerald centrepiece.
"Please.. let him be okay.." She'd mutter to herself below her breath. Word had been received that the combatants sent to the Broken Shore had failed and were returning home for the time being to rejuvenate and prepare for further orders. Her beloved husband, Zaneas Sunwhisper, was to return with then; if he hadn't died of course. However she had little time to dwell on such as footsteps approached from behind.
"Lady Sunwhisper." Said the deep voice, she turned around to see the man. A raven haired Sin'dorei male dressed in a suit - a Human piece of attire that the Sin'dorei adopted and adapted. One of the servants. He quickly bowed before her:
"You have a visitor wishing to talk with you." He added, causing her to raise an eyebrow. Could it be news about Zaneas? She wasn't expecting anyone at this hour. Nonetheless she nodded towards the servant taking a brief glance over the woods.
"I shall be there shortly, invite them inside and make them welcome."
Upon saying the last word, the servant left right away to go about his work. She looked down towards the ring upon her finger, a thought she could not help but dwell upon; could he truly be dead..? The one she cared about so much? She attempted to shake off the thought in a more literal sense, vigorously shaking her head. She straightened her posture and presented a face of neutrality that could be perceived as a judgemental look. She ventured onward inside.
The tapping of her heels were one of the few sounds heard through the halls, she was usually alone with the servants with her husband gone and she had grown use to the silence yet longed for it to end. Her flowing gown would do what was expected, flowed behind her as if she were in the wind. Her finger tips stroked the banister as she made herself down the grand staircase towards the main living-area. She heard two voices from within: the servant and a rather familiar voice, although she could not simply place a finger on it.
The tapping would cease as she stopped, observing the room from within the entrance: a small archway. Sat in the red armchair - embroidered with golden threat - was a man in full plate gear reminiscent of the Blood Knights, black and red heavy plate and a blade placed beside the chair. The servant stood beside him, saying nothing upon the arrival of Lady Sunwhisper and merely bowing. The man would direct a friendly smile towards her, she quickly strode forth and sat upon the chaise.
"Lady Sunwhisper." He said, inclining his head politely. "You look as lovely as always; I come bearing news about your husband."
This only caused her heart to start beating at an alarming rate. Many thoughts began to race through her head, she had not actually expected for the visitor to bring up her husband: did he live on or had he perished? Failing to remain calm she splurted out what little words she had.
"What? Where is he? Is he alright? Tell me!" She froze in place. She had jolted forth out of her seat and her voice was full of fear, a touch of desperation about it. The man reached out a plated hand and placed it upon her shoulder in an attempt to calm her; she slowly walked backwards, sitting down and crossing her right leg over the left and placing both hands upon her right knee. the man before her cleared his throat, sweeping away a lock of long blonde hair that many women would be envious of.
"Your husband is well. He has sustained a few minor injuries and is currently being treated within Silvermoon's hospital" His words put her at ease as her body became less rigid and tense. Zaneas had been gone for a mere month, the blink of an eye, yet it had such an affect on the woman, she longed for his return.
Some time passed before the male before her began to talk once more.
"If is highly unlikely you'll be able to visit him as of now, but he shall be out of hospital come the Sunwhisper Ball." He continued whilst maintaining eye contact, raising an eyebrow. "That is if the Sunwhisper Ball is to take place this year?" The Sunwhisper Ball was an annual ball held by the Sunwhisper family as the name would suggest. Over a century ago Zaneas had asked her to the ball which began their courthship and ultimately their marriage. She had completely forgotten about the event due to her husband's absense but she wasn't going to cancel such an important occasion, even if it meant planning and organising it herself.
"Indeed." She said. "It shall happen as normal." The man opposite grinned and stood, directing a quick nod towards the servant standing in the corner.
"Grand. Many enjoy the event, it would have been a pity to have to cancel it." He announced with a bow. "My lady, I must be leaving now - I wish you luck with planning." He smirked before swiftly leaving. She still couldn't tell who that man was...