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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...
bedsidemanner: (Did you say something? | Yes?)
Ah! Come along, little moth!

[There's a fluttering sound and then the Draenei can be heard crashing through the underbrush, likely holding the communicator in her hands. Her voice sounds cheerful enough at the moment as she heads towards the town.]

Thanks to the- to Aureln, I was able to learn a little more about the crafting of jewelry! Isn't that exciting? Perhaps these fae creatures like such things, and we could...use them somehow? An offering of sorts or something to some of them?

[It's just a suggestion, mind you, her tone seems to say as she reaches the inn, her hooves clopping on the floor.]

Aah. Better to be here than out there, I think! You should all come and join me! Lunch will be ready soon!

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[The first thing apparent is a blue, glittery...thing. It hovers over the screen before pale blue fingers lift it away, revealing it to be the overlarge moth that Méabh keeps around as a pet. She grins at the screen before stepping back, revealing herself to be wearing the blue dress which is definitely cut to show every curve.]

Isn't it pretty?! So soft and silky! What a lovely gift!

[She twirls, the skirt belling upwards gracefully before settling once more. With her hands on her hips she winks at the screen before turning, her arms rising above her head, holding her hair up.]

Myhrta, what do you think? Does it suit me?
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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!
bedsidemanner: (Woo hoo! | Celebration!)
[Perhaps to counteract the morose and serious moods that have plagued everyone as of late, Méabh is outside, a large blue moth floating near her shoulder. She reaches up to pet it gently before turning to the screen. those glowing white eyes are fixed on the screen as she leans forward, waving.]

Well! Now, with the excitement over, we should make out own excitement! An excitement of good things, not kidnapping nor unhappiness!

[So there! She'd nodding in agreement with her own words, one hand resting on her hip as she watches the screen, as if waiting for others to agree with her.]

What we should do is welcome the newcomer and celebrate that we are safe and alive! True, we are not home...but we will find a way there, in time. Until then, we will make the most of what we do have!

[Bounce bounce bounce, moth following as she disappears off screen for a moment before returning.]

Come! Come and rejoice with me!


[OOC: This is Méabh trying to be positive! She's outside the inn with her Mothy]
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[The communicator flips on with a rush of static, followed by an incredulous laugh from a woman. Her voice is pleasant to listen to, if somewhat heavily accented voice.]

This must be some sort of Gnomish design! A new buzzbox, perhaps? How incredible!

[She's eager to figure out more about the strange construct in her hands, pressing buttons. Her muttered words are lost here and there for a moment as she fiddles, before coming in again stronger, briefly flicking the screen on to reveal a glowing white eye. Then the device is flipped over, showing the ground and a modest, floor-length yellow skirt]

I wonder who dropped it! I'll have to hold onto it until I find out, that is, I...

...Hm.

This does not look like BloodMyst Isle...come to think of it. Or...Elwynn Forest, for that matter, either.

[Perplexed for a moment, she pauses, as if gathering her bearings once more before huffing very gently. almost as soon as the uncertainty creeps in though it's squashed down with an overly cheerful tone.]

I could not have wandered far! It will not take long for me to get back, I imagine!

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