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It was actually a pretty spectacular view. As good as any Aranya could desire for.

The last descendant of Lord Thiodron Ver'Sarn's ancient Highborne blood, name, and legacy lay with her sleek black hair splayed haphazardly around her head and her back on the dock that the ship the Vengeance had vacated, staring up at the Azerothian night sky.

It was gorgeous.

Aranya wouldn't lie, the ever-wheeling stars of Outland, with their view into utter infinity, was still her heart's most treasured skyscape. But here, gazing at the glittering expanse over the port, it couldn't be denied that those western Thalassian stars that filled her eyes now were still the same ones that she had grown up with, and fallen in love with as a little girl. The ones that she had first told all her secrets to.

It was just after midnight now… Tomorrow was now today… Which meant that it was her birthday.

She sat up, and with a murmured conjuring spell she soon had an ale - taken from out of nothing - in her hand. She raised it in a toast to the stars above. "Here's to a life worth living…" she said softly, taking a sip. "May I always do my damnedest to make it so…

May I always fight for every breath I take
May I always see the wonders where others see none

May I never bleed for what is not worth fighting for
And always be the first to bleed for what is

May I always know my allies and friends, and give my hand to them
May I dance on the graves of my enemies

May I chase thunder and storms to the end of my days
May I always dare to venture beyond the horizon

May I always decide with my head
May I always listen with my heart

May I never stop seeking to hold the fire of the stars in my hand"

She raised the bottle to toast the cosmos once again, "To life."