Like No One Is Watching

Braeth'el was annoyed. Actually, 'annoyed' didn't entirely cover the full array of emotions adequately. Angry. Worried. Tense. Stressed out. All of these things combined perhaps. It wasn't even worth classifying in his mind and really just felt like a lead weight pressing down on him. In his line of work he was used to dangerous and stressful situations, but it was rare that he became emotionally invested in the situation enough to actually feel it pressing down on him. Perhaps it was the fact that he was something of a free agent now, a situation that was uncomfortable and unusual for him.

Regardless of the why behind his feelings, he had to deal with the situation that was causing them immediately. He scowled as he stood before the large, golden double doors, taking a deep breath and smoothing out his features before pushing them open.

As soon as the barrier had been removed, a wave of sound hit him. The sounds of voices in conversation, the laughter and revelry of people enjoying themselves, the sounds of hands clapping in time with music, and of course the beautiful music itself floating through the hall all around him. He paused in the entryway, absorbing it all in an instant as his training and instincts had taught him to do, assessing the moment and planning two steps ahead.

It was, of course, a party. One of the usual galas thrown in Silvermoon by the noble houses. This one was a masquerade and seemed to be a bit overboard in terms of the decorations, number of musicians, and guest list. The hall was somewhat cramped with all of the Sin'dorei it contained, and Braeth'el's immediate assessment was that the gala had been thrown by a lesser known noble house seeking to increase its reputation and prestige. As was often the case, events like this could propel those lower down the social chain to soaring heights if the event was successful or they gained the ear of the right people.

All of this passed through the trained spy's mind in a moment, setting his body in motion almost without thought. As if he were born to it, he slipped amongst the party-goers, his carefully tailored golden and red doublet with its matching golden mask making him blend into the crowd and disappear in a moment. Trained from birth in the craft of spying, Braeth'el had attended events identical to this one more times than he cared to remember. They were excellent places to gather intelligence, meet contacts, or even plot an assassination if such were required, and he'd been trained long ago to mingle with the mighty who attended such events.

His current concern was not to gather intelligence however, nor to plan assassinations, it was instead to find one Telatha Dayfire that had decided it would be an excellent idea to slip from her quarters in the inn without notifying her guards or any other member of her House where she was going. That she would do something so dangerous without even consulting him was infuriating, but the anger was something that he found strangely pushed to the side and replaced with actual concern for her well being. Her naivety was jaw-dropping to his experienced mind, and he had already prepared a lengthy speech for her once he located her.

Even as the thought crossed his mind, his eyes caught the sight of faintly glowing fel runes amongst a mass of party-goers standing at the edge of the hall's dance floor. Braeth'el smoothly moved through the crowd, navigating towards where he had spotted them. His hand darted between people, slyly grabbing an arm and gently pulling his target towards him. He spun the Sin'dorei he'd grabbed around and then blinked in surprise as he met her gaze.

A giggle came from behind a red mask as Bellemasra's lips curled into a smirk. She looked down, nodding at the fact that he was holding her hand, "Can I help you with something, Mister Braeth'el?"

Braeth'el sighed, rolling his eyes and releasing his grip on Telatha's coven-member. Of course she'd bring her 'friends' with her. The fact that he hadn't even checked their quarters showed just how unused to Telatha's nature he was; his former employer didn't have a gaggle of girlfriends that she'd go places with nor would she have invited them out for a clandestine party even if she had. Telatha on the other hand not only trusted those who served her House, but actively encouraged their friendship and camaraderie. 

Bellemasra's eyebrow shot up in question as Braeth'el sighed again. He shook his head, keeping his voice low and his tone pleasant so as not to disturb the warlock, "I imagine she is here with you then?"

Bellemasra nodded at him and gave him a knowing wink before subtly tilting her head towards the dance floor behind them, "Naturally, Mister Braeth'el."

Braeth'el gave Bellemasra a polite nod of thanks before moving past her and heading deeper into the crowd. Just beyond where she stood was the edge of the dance floor, and beyond that point Sin'dorei were paired together, twirling and moving in time with the music as their bodies flowed across the dance floor. He paused at the edge of that boundary, preparing himself to cut in but wanting to at least have a destination in mind before he did.

He was rewarded for his patience a moment later as the crowd thinned slightly, the music picking up in pace as a dance began wherein Sin'dorei would rapidly change partners. Amongst the glimmering gold and red and swirling dresses he caught the glimpse of a deep purple gown, its owner twirling as her partner passed her off to the elf beside him in exchange for a golden haired beauty in a red dress. As Braeth'el peered into the moving crowd, he caught sight of Telatha's markings glowing fel green beneath a purple hawkstrider mask that covered the upper half of her face.

For a moment he watched her, admiring the way she was able to move amongst the dancers, her steps perfectly aligned with this partner or that as the dancers changed partners rapidly. With a half-smile on his face, he plunged into the midst of the crowd, his hands reaching out to catch those of a dark-haired Sin'dorei as he began to move towards his target.

He passed off his partner to another elf, taking up a second Sin'dorei and twirling her around as he made his way deeper into the crowd. This one peered at him from behind a silver mask, her eyes devouring him as he moved with her. Braeth'el smirked, offering her a wink before he passed her off again, turning to reach for his next partner, his hands moving out to take hers in his.

And then Telatha was in his arms, her eyes wide with shock as she realized just who had caught her. Braeth'el gave himself a moment to congratulate himself not only on surprising her, but on successfully catching her just as the wild changing of partners came to a close and another song was struck up by the musicians.

"Braeth'el," Telatha whispered as he pulled her close to begin the next dance. Her voice was low enough so that only he could hear it, and he admitted that she at least had some small amount of sense to her.

He twirled her around once, grudgingly admitting to himself that her dress was gorgeous as her skirts fanned out around her before bringing her close to him again. His voice was also low, whispered almost directly into her ear as the two came together once more, the sound not even reaching the other couples dancing around them, "Lady Dayfire...this is extremely dangerous and you know it. If someone were to discover you before you've made allies..."

He didn't get to finish as the dance required him to twirl her again, but he didn't have to; the message was clear and he could see disappointment on her face as it sunk in. A part of him regretted that he was making what would otherwise be an enjoyable dance less fun for her, but she needed to understand the danger she was in.

To his surprise, as she came in close against him again, she pressed her other hand into his, her voice firm but not angry, "Firstly, if we're to be dancing, you will call me Tela or Telatha at the least. I came here to enjoy myself; not to bring my worries with me."

She pressed against him and he managed to surprise her again by leading her into the next steps of the dance, his perfect movements ingrained into him after years of practice. That she matched him step for step made a bit of amusement creep over his features as she began to lecture him.

"Secondly, I am aware of the dangers," Telatha continued, her voice low as she whispered into his ear. "I am not a child, but my naming-day was not so long ago. I wish to truly live, to enjoy what little I have been given. I understand my responsibilities, but I have the right to live as much as any other. Is that too much to ask? Is it too much to desire to at least enjoy this moment? Perhaps doom will fall upon us tomorrow, and if it does I will face it bravely, but tonight I just wish to dance."

Braeth'el said nothing for a moment, twirling her again as the other dancers around him were doing, contemplating her words. As she drew near again, both of her hands pressed against his, he looked down at her and met her gaze. Her eyes were like deep pools of fel green magic, a sense of longing in them for something, for approval or at least forgiveness for taking a moment for herself.

In that instant as Braeth'el stared into her eyes, a thought came to him that he had never considered before.

Perhaps that is the difference between her and her half-sister. Does Biara Sunfire actually enjoy her life, or is it all a chore? If you can't enjoy life, what value would you place in the lives of others? Did she do this out of recklessness, or because she actually enjoys the little things she can have?

His mind made up, Braeth'el nodded at Telatha, drawing her close to him again as the music played on. With a devious smile on his face, he twirled her again, and this time when she returned to him, instead of bring her close, he caught her in his arms and dipped her low, supporting her slight weight as he leaned over her. The surprise on her face was priceless, and he couldn't help but pull her up and send her into another twirl, the moves perfectly choreographed to the timing of the music.

A moment later it was his turn to be surprised as Telatha laughed and returned to him, moving her body close against his and then jumping lightly up, forcing him to catch her and twirl her in the air before dipping her down again. As he lowered her down, their eyes met again, and this time there was a look of gratitude on her face as he held her, their bodies inches apart. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest as he held her close, and smiled as he realized how happy that moment had made her.

It would not be until later that he realized his own heart had been beating heavily itself.

When he brought her back up and against him again, he realized to his horror that the dancers around them were not only staring at them, but a few were applauding the rather difficult moves the two had just displayed. Beside him Telatha had begun to blush a bright pink, the color traveling all the way up to her eartips.

Way to be subtle there, Braeth'el. Oh don't worry, I'm sure no one will notice the two people in the center of the dance floor being applauded...   

With that he shook his head, looking down at Telatha and seeing the smile on her face. Perhaps it didn't matter in the end, because she'd had her moment. Maybe tomorrow the news of this would get out and all of their foes would fall upon them like wolves, but for tonight, it didn't matter.

With a sigh, more at himself than at the situation, Braeth'el gently lead Telatha from the dance floor and towards the tables full of food, the blushing noble happily trailing along behind him eager to get out of the spotlight. Food and wine and perhaps a bit more dancing, and then he'd take her and her coven-members back to the inn and that would be that.

It would not be until hours later that the group from House Dayfire returned to their suites at the inn, their echoing laughter as sweet as the wine they'd tasted that night.

Journal Entry- September Twelfth, Evening

"I have given much thought to our current state of affairs and the situation at hand. Although we have met with some success in establishing a presence in the city, and we have managed to procure at least some of the much needed spell components and other supplies that Dawnslight Isle requires, I still feel like we are in a precarious position.

Before we are able to open portals to other areas of Quel'Thalas to fully secure our supply lines I must at least attain a non-aggression pact with one or more Houses. This will ensure that we have a suitable location for such a portal, and also reduce the risk that any of my people will come under attack from our rivals. This has always been my objective, and I will continue to seek out House Felo'melorn nobles in order to achieve these ends. It appears that we may have some room to negotiate with the local covens of warlocks within the city as well, although I will approach this with a wary eye indeed, for those who practice my arts are generally not the type to be reliable in their promises or deeds.

This brings me to another consideration, and one that has long bothered me; the Horde. In order to ensure that House Dayfire prospers, I must make a show of force to assist those who are our allies. Beyond the fact that this will encourage other Sin'dorei to stand behind the Dayfire banner once more, it is vital that in our weakened state we reach out to others wherein our strengths can be combined.

I fear this very much, more than I can even say in words. Why do I fear it? Because of my half-sister, Biara. I have had years to study her, to come to understand what she did and why she did it. What else was I to do with my idle time on Dawnslight Isle? It is a beautiful place, but let us not pretend that it was not a prison until the portals were opened once more. And so I watched her, watched as she rose to power and the methods she employed to do so.

Can I blame her for what she did? Not entirely. I understand that she had to make a show of force, much like I do. I understand that she had to be aggressive to inspire others to fight beside her. It is my understanding of her methods that brings me the most fear, for I know how her story came to an end, with the utter destruction of everything that our House stood for.

And yet, force is needed. The Horde will not support me if I do not support the Horde. And this cannot apply just to the Sin'dorei, but all of those who have struggled under the yoke of oppression and lived on the edge of devastation. I fear that I must carefully walk a path similar to my half-sister's, and that is what I dread the most, that I might become like her and her bloody-handed sister Kyliska.

There is one advantage I have that she did not, although she and others would consider it a weakness; I have no armies to throw at my enemies. Power comes in several forms. It comes in wealth, which my father was thoughtful enough to see to. It comes in strength of arms, of which my pitiful one hundred souls would not hold a candle to the mighty armies of the world. It comes in magic, of which we have sufficient supply to defend ourselves at the least. Finally, it comes in allies.

I feel that it is in this last part that my half-sister faltered the worst, for she did not understand the value of the lives in her care. We must fight, of that there is no question, but we must conserve as well. It is only when those whom we command can trust in us that they retain their loyalty. If House Dayfire falls again, it will not be because my mistakes have lead to betrayal from within, but because our foes have pressed down on us so hard that all of Quel'Thalas must cry out at the injustice.

As for the Alliance and the Horde....well, we must support the Horde and gather what strength we may. This does not have to come at the cost of all of those who rely upon me to make wise decisions however. I will drench my hands in as much blood as my half-sister and Blood Knight Sunfire, but it will not be at the cost of all of my retainers and allies. I will also be sure to take care with how I apply force, for there is a saying that is very pertinent to these thoughts:

Strike at the child, and the hand of the mother and father shall be set against you for all of time. Strike down the mother and father before the child, and you have raised the next generation of foes to stand against you.

I will remember this when planning my battles. Innocents will perish, as they did when my half-sister lead this House, but it must be minimized to the extent possible, and we must make their military fear to do battle with us with our strategies rather than our terror. This is the only way to truly succeed.

May the Light guide me to the wisdom needed to lead this House in these endeavors, and may the sun always illuminate my path, lest I walk into the darkness beyond. I pray that I can find the way."
~Felmancer Telatha Dayfire, Scion of House Dayfire

Judged

The thick, heavy curtains were pushed aside with some difficulty as Telatha passed beneath the foreboding golden arch that marked the end of the corridor and the beginning of the chambers beyond. As she passed through the opening, she held the curtain back so that Bellemasra and Laerille could pass through with somewhat less difficulty than she had. As the two moved past the opening and the curtain fell back into place, the light dimmed to the point that it was almost difficult to see, with only a dim fel glow from crystals floating across what appeared to be a large chamber illuminating the space.

This deep within the Sanctum of Silvermoon it was to be expected that it would be somewhat dark and dim, as the warlocks who performed their research and magic within the city preferred to have their privacy, and their spells were hardly ones that would promote a light-hearted, brightly lit environment. Even so, the dimness was a bit much for Telatha, and she found herself squinting to see the vague outlines of whoever was there to meet her.

"You were told to come alone," a voice boomed out, echoing through the chamber.

Telatha considered this for a moment before responding, pondering the summons that had brought her to this place. She'd received a letter demanding her immediate attendance at the Sanctum from some of the higher ranking warlocks within the city. Naturally none of them had actually signed the document, although the wording of the letter and its tone implied that at least one or two of those who had summoned her were members of the Magistrate. Although she could not ignore such a summons, she had hardly been inclined to trust other warlocks simply on their word alone, especially on an unsigned document.

"Given that I was not told who was summoning me, I am hardly beholden to follow a series of instructions that are randomly provided to me," Telatha said, her voice firm but not hostile.

Silence met her words, but it was not a calm, peaceful silence. She could sense malefic beings moving in the darkness, shifting in position as if to study her. That there were demons within the chamber was beyond a doubt, and Telatha shivered once as she came to realize just how dangerous this place was. Across the chamber a pair of fel green eyes glowed, as if their owner had lifted his head and his cowl had fallen back. They burned into her, and Telatha found herself planting her hands on her hips and lifting her chin up, as if defying them to judge her.

"You are not the first who has entered the city with the use of Fel magics, nor will you be the last," the voice responded, sounding a bit hostile. "It is for us to decide if you pose a threat or a boon to our kind here. Your failure to follow the most basic of instructions has already put you at a disadvantage when we consider your...future position."

The threat lingered in the air, and Telatha stared at the glowing pair of eyes that she could see, feeling defiant, "I am Felmancer Telatha Dayfire, Scion of House Dayfire and one who serves my people. Judge me as you will, threaten what you like, I will continue on my course until my last breath. Test me and see for yourself whether or not I am worthy to be here. You will find that I am not lacking in the powers that we call upon."

Laughter rang out, this time from another part of the chamber. Additional eyes glowed in the darkness, first one pair, then three, then five, until Telatha felt she was surrounded by peering eyes on forms she could barely make out. The voice spoke again, its tone mocking now, "Your titles and your blood mean nothing to us. You either threaten this city with your power or you do not. It is this which we will determine 'Scion'."

Telatha shifted in position as she felt fel magic building within the room. Demonic laughter echoed in the darkness, and she felt her defensive wards flare up as a tendril of power reached out, as if probing her defenses. The voice boomed out again, sounding somewhat bitter, "You do indeed have power, young Felmancer. Power enough to be of use to us, if your defiant nature can be...corrected. You will learn soon enough to fall in line if you wish to be successful in this city."

Telatha glared at the pair of eyes, shaking her head, "I will plot my own course in this life. I sincerely doubt your generous nature when it comes to those in my care. I have learned long ago that others who ply our craft are those with whom we should be most wary. I will work beside you, I will aid those of you who require it, but I will not bend knee to any within this city. Am I clear?"

The fel magic in the room thickened, and Telatha felt it pressing in around her, until she was almost encased in energy pressing in from all directions against her wards. She cried out as they nearly failed, focusing as much of her energies as possible in maintaining the barrier between her and the evil magic. Forced into immobility by her battle, she could only glare at the eyes across the darkness as they turned to look at her companions.

"You there, step forward," the voice said. To illustrate his point, a glowing orb of fel energy began to hover in front of Bellemasra, who stepped forward to stand beside the struggling Telatha.

"What would you say if we offered you all of her power and position, provided that you agreed to serve this coven at our beck and call? Think carefully, girl, for your future could be glorious depending on your decision," the voice said in a tone that bespoke certain destruction for Telatha.

Bellemasra didn't even hesitate, shaking her head and speaking firmly, "Absolutely not. Lady Dayfire is the Scion of our House, and I will not forsake her. Beyond that, she is my friend and I will stand beside her against you if there need be violence between us."

The voice growled, sending the fel orb spinning over to Laerille as it spoke, "You then. Step forward and claim all of the power of this so-called 'Scion' and become one of us. Our powers are vast and the rewards will be beyond your wildest dreams."

Laerille's tone was hostile as she glared at the glowing eyes in the darkness, "I stand beside Lady Dayfire, and should harm come to her know that harm will come to you before this day ends."

Cackling, vile laughter met the response, and Telatha gasped as she felt the magic pressing in around her increase, her wards beginning to fail. Just as she believed she would be crushed by the power, Laerille moved beside her, her hand reaching out and her fingers interlocking with Telatha's. Instantly the runes on Laerille's face and arm began to burn with fel magic as she fed energy into Telatha's wards, and the pressure lessened.

A second later Bellemasra stepped forward, grasping Telatha's other hand and interlocking their fingers, feeding her own magic into the mix. The runes on all three Sin'dorei glowed brightly, nearly banishing the darkness around them as Telatha's magic was empowered.

With her eyes glowing so brightly that her pupils were no longer visible, Telatha smiled impishly and barked out a word in demonic. A felhunter appeared from the nether, sucking away the spell that was crushing her and shredding it into nothing. A cold, fel-tainted wind blew in the chamber, setting the dresses and capes of the three Sin'dorei to shifting as they stood hand in hand, facing the darkness.

Telatha opened her mouth to speak, and Laerille and Bellemasra spoke in unison with her, the words echoing, "The coven united."

Silence descended on the room as the spells pressing Telatha failed. The sense of demonic energies vanished an instant later, as did the fel lights that glowed fitfully in the darkness. Fires flared up in the chandeliers and the roomed was bathed in light, revealing a circular stone chamber that was devoid of anything but a singular, robed figure whose glowing eyes stared out of his cowl.

His voice was no longer full of menace, and instead had a tone that almost indicated he'd conceded a point, "Well done....Lady Dayfire. It is clear that you are neither tainted, nor weak. You are neither rash, nor timid. You do not stand alone, but do not use the force of your following to press your agenda unless pressed yourself. You will do...for now. See to it that you do not disrupt the order of the city."

Telatha opened her mouth to reply but felfires suddenly roared up around the warlock in front of them, consuming him instantly and leaving behind only a pile of sulfur as he was transported away by his magic. Telatha closed her mouth, turning to nod at her two coven members as they released their grip on her hand and all three let their magic fade.

After a moment, Telatha shrugged, turning to leave the chamber, her voice light, "Well, that could have gone worse I guess! Maybe this will help us gain some ground in the city. At the very least we won't have to worry about them sending demons to destroy us. Probably to spy on us, but not to destroy us."

As they walked away, Laerille looked back at the empty chamber behind them, smiling sweetly as she replied, "I agree, Lady Dayfire. It would be shame to have to destroy their summoned minions for no reason."

Bellemasra nodded and then her face crinkled up in distaste, "Can we get back to the inn now? I fear we all need a bath. I hate the stink of sulfur on my clothes."

Telatha laughed, nodding as she lead the way back to daylight and the relative safety of the streets of Silvermoon. Time would tell how their connection to the covens within the city would develop, and whether or not it would be a blessing or a curse.

Prisoner Beneath the Rocks

Telatha settled herself onto the plush divan, sighing as she took the weight off her feet and stretching her legs out across the cushioned surface beneath her. The past day and a half had seen much activity and she was feeling the strain both physically and from the tension of their perilous position.

Telatha turned her head, looking at the small table standing beside the divan in her suite of rooms, studying the objects there and smiling. While others might have a vase of flowers or perhaps some decorative piece of art to brighten a room, Telatha had a circlet sitting beside her with two demon horns firmly affixed to it; a gift to her for a task she'd completed for some of the local warlock covens of Silvermoon. Beside this sat her journal, which she reached over to pick up, casually dismissing the wards on the book's cover.

Braeth'el had not liked the idea of Telatha reaching out to the community of warlocks within the city, but by the same token he knew that they were somewhat neutral and not affiliated with any particular House. If Telatha's goal of connecting with a friendly group like House Felo'melorn failed, she would always have this network to potentially fall back on, however potentially dangerous they might be. At the very least, they had connections to the Magistrate and it could only help Telatha's position.

All of this was far from Telatha's mind however as she opened her journal to a fresh page, taking the magical quill from the book's binding and setting it to paper. The enchanted quill began to write, squeezing demon's blood onto the page as Telatha swiftly jotted down her thoughts for the morning.

My mission has been a success thus far. Although I have not yet managed to establish contact with the other Houses, I have at least been able to secure us a safe place to stay within the city thanks to Braeth'el's efforts. Our small portion of the coven has opened a small portal in our suite of rooms, allowing us to connect with those we left behind on Dawnslight Isle. Laerille has already been seen to by one of our priestesses and she will make a full recovery, praise the sun.

Yesterday I approached several of the other covens within the city, hoping to gain favor with them by performing some deed or another. Although I am wary to deal with my own kind due to the nature of the magics we handle regularly, I have little choice in the matter until I am able to gain more powerful allies that will protect us from our potential foes.

Of our enemies, I have seen little thus far. Beyond the ambush at the portal's opening in the ruins of my father's spire, none of the other Houses are aware of our presence yet, nor could they strike at us in the heart of the city now. I know this will change in time, and I feel the fear of it in my heart. I can only pray that we succeed; at least we've been able to send back some much needed supplies to help bolster the failing spells on the island. Our people will eat for another season thanks to our bold move to come to Silvermoon, so I do not regret this choice.

There is another matter that weighs heavily on my mind this morning, and I feel that only by writing it down will it leave me be long enough to concentrate on other matters. When I approached the warlock covens in Silvermoon, they asked that I obtain for them several spell components deep within Blackrock Mountain. Cultists have sprung up within the ruins once more, or perhaps they never left that place to begin with. Regardless of the cause, I purchased a magical portal to the area and sought out those objects that the other covens had requested. I think it made Braeth'el upset to know that he could not come with me, but I could not expose him to the dangerous powers that our coven deals with regularly; I value him too much to risk him to that.

While within the bleak depths of that place, I had an encounter that I could not have anticipated. Within the dark passageways I found a lone Sin'dorei wandering by herself, her body and clothing in a deteriorated state that lead me to believe that much hardship had been inflicted upon her. Whether she was a newly escaped prisoner from one of the cults of that place, or someone who had run free and then come back with only vengeance in her heart I cannot say. What I do know is that she was wary at first, more so than even I myself was. It took great effort just to gift her enough magic to partially mend her more grievous wounds.

She called herself Darva, and she claimed that she sought something within the black depths. Seeing her state and knowing that she could be further injured, I decided to accompany her as I myself had to face the dangers down below and thought to offer her some protection. Never have I been so wrong! It was not me who afforded the other protection, but Darva herself who protected me. The magic at her command was beyond most of those of my coven, her felfires burning so hotly as to scorch and crack the stones beneath our feet as we progressed.

Needless to say, few of the cultists of that place offered us much challenge. Darva's magic burned them away when they sought to stand before us, and we spent much time walking alone in the echoing dark stone passageways. Always she sought something, always she pushed forward, like a person driven.

During this time I took many opportunities to study her. Her behavior was erratic, but not unbelievable given the tale she told of her imprisonment and the horrors that had been inflicted on her. Even so, I had to be sure, and I studied her closely for signs of contamination. I was pleased to note that she does not appear to be demon-possessed or corrupted by the powers she wields; quite the opposite actually, I witnessed her using up the very soul essence of demons countless times during our travels together. 

Had she shown signs of having fallen to the will of the Legion I would have struck her down where she stood to prevent her power from spreading across Azeroth. As it was though, I could only pity her, seeing her state as the result of much undeserved abuse and degradation at the hands of her enemies. I felt some kinship with her in this; although my prison was far more beautiful and comfortable, I too was forced to sit apart from the world for many decades. 

I fear that my current position leaves me little ability to aid this unfortunate Sin'dorei. I have one hundred and twenty-three souls already in my care, and I must make decisions for them first and foremost. Once their needs are seen to and I have afforded them some level of safety, I can add the one hundred twenty fourth person to worry about.

That being said, I did what I could for Darva. I left her in a place that I believe will do her good. A place where the sun will shine on her and her isolation will at least be in safety. Perhaps it will do something to quell her raging mind and put her at ease. When chance allows I shall visit her again if I can, and do what I may to aid her. I do not wish to bring my own troubles down upon her already troubled head of course.

There are so many factors to consider in the position I find myself in. At least in this case though, I can be at ease in knowing that there is little doubt that aiding her was the right thing to do. What fate will befall her and myself time will tell, but at least I have that.
~Felmancer Telatha Dayfire, Scion of House Dayfire