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[The Draenei isn't looking at the screen at the moment. She's merely fiddling with the communicator now and then, staring forward. She's in the forest; rushing water can be heard nearby even if it isn't seen. At her side, resting on her shoulder is her pet moth, fluttering it's wings now and then as it waits for her to do something. Meabh pets it gently before turning her attention away, letting the communicator rest on the ground infront of her. When she speaks, her voice is soft, eyes closing.]

The earth beneath my feet forms the foundation for all things. The sky, the waters, even great fire - all rest upon its shoulders. While those others often form chaotic tempests, the earth abides.

[She takes a slow, deep breath, completing the words.]

...It grants strength and fortitude to the core of my being.

[She's silent for a long time, perhaps straining in some fashion to hear or feel anything from the elements. When at last her eyes do open, there is a profound disappointment.]

There must be a way to gain the trust of these elements...
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[Clop clop clop, hoofsteps through the forest. One can faintly hear rushing water as the Draenei makes her way towards a secluded place. She's humming to herself, not seeming to realize that the communicator is on.]

Ah! This will be perfect!

[She glances about carefully, though all you can see is those shapely hooves pacing back and forth. There's no sound save the softly rushing water though, and it seems calm....even soothing. With a soft floosh, the screen goes dark, and a moment later there's a soft splash and a sigh.]

Much better!


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