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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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...Myhrta has been so sick recently. My gift of the Naaru hasn't seemed to help, nor the herbal remedies that I tried.

[There's real concern in her voice, and the playfulness is gone for the time being. The draenei sighs softly, and a soothing murmur can be heard, as if she's perhaps talking to Myhrta]

My own abilities have not been able to help...nor her own remedies. She does not talk to me, either.

If anyone who knows of illness and cures could come and assist...please, I would be quite thankful for the help.


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