(2025-04-17) Consider the Light

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Author:	Alli
Summary:	Arric, Kenelly, Pericleia and Stelianna meet by chance in the Cathedral of Light to discuss the Light, and each other. ~4500 words
Rating:	T for Teen

Arric approaches the bookshelves, examining the spines of the books.

Stelianna's foot taps impatiently on the ground as she flips another page in her book. She glances up at Arthur the Faithful nearby, maybe judging if she can make a break for it. She seems to give up and sighs, returning her eyes to the page.

Arric glances over at the sigh, and smiles. He assesses the situation for a moment, then heads over to sit at Stelianna's table. Arric whispers, "Is the book troubling you?"

[Stelianna]: I know what Respect is, thank you very… *Stelianna murmurs, and then looks up with a quick, embarrassed smile.* No, it's just… assigned reading. I may have said something impertinent, and…

Arric laughs involuntarily, then stifles it, looking around. He leans in and whispers, "Is it all right to talk in here…? It seems so quiet…"

Stelianna glances over at Arthur again, and then leans in to say, "Could we? That'd be a lot more interesting. I have this tome memorized, nearly, I just don't always think about it in the moment, you know?"

[Arric]: What's it about? *Arric keeps his voice at a respectful volume, not quite a whisper.* I came here looking for more information on the Light myself, but I'm not certain where to start. If you've done a great deal of reading on the subject, perhaps you can help me.

Stelianna straightens up and smiles, pushing the book over to him. "Thinking of joining the order? This is about Respect, one of the three virtues. Because apparently commenting about the glare off someone's bald pate is not respectful. Even if it's true."
[Stelianna]: I didn't say it was bad! He looks really dignified, honest.

[Arric]: Joining the… the priesthood? *Arric blinks in surprise.* Oh heavens no, I'm not even from here.

[Stelianna]: From… the Cathedral? *Stelianna blinks, and then laughs.* Oh you mean, from Stormwind City? You don't have to be. I'm from Westfall, myself."

[Arric]: No, no, from this country. I'm from… overseas. We don't talk about the Light where I'm from. But I want to learn at least the basics, so that I can fit in better here, hm?

[Stelianna]: Oh, wow. Where are you from that they don't have the Light? It reaches everywhere, doesn't it?

[Arric]: That's what I really couldn't tell you. *He laughs good-naturedly.* As I say, we never talk about it back home.

Kenelly steps into the alcove after prayers. A familiar voice catches her ear and she lights up in a smile. "Lord Arric! Hello!"

Arric immediately vacates the chair as a Lady approaches. "Lady Kennelly!" he says, not too loudly, but with clear enthusiasm.

[Stelianna]: Huh. How did they even talk about Northrend, if you don't talk about… *Stelianna looks up in surprise, and then hastily kind of does an awkward bow-curtsy against the table.* I'm sorry! I didn't know you were a noble. I didn't mean… disrespect.

Arric gestures to the chair. "I was just chatting with— I'm so sorry, milady, what's your name?"
Arric peers at you searchingly.
[Arric]: I'm not even a noble from here, so you owe me no fealty, *Arric says with amusement.*

[Stelianna]: Stelianna? *she says uncertainly, looking from the lord to the lady.*

Kenelly bobs little curtsey of greeting. "I'm so sorry to interrupt. It's just been some time."

[Arric]: Stelianna. What a lovely name.

[Kenelly]: It's lovely to meet you, Miss Stelianna.

Arric turns to Kenelly and insistently gestures to the chair again.

[Stelianna]: You can call me Stel. Or Lia. Or Anna. Or maybe Elia? I don't know. People make up things.

[Arric]: What do you prefer?
Arric peers at you searchingly.

Kenelly gives Arric a grateful nod and accepts the offered seat.
Kenelly leans her flowering staff against the back of the chair.

Arric smiles at Kenelly.

[Stelianna]: Uh, whatever you want to call me? Stel comes up a lot. Lady… Kenelly? Are you two from the same mysterious country?

Arric lets Kenelly answer for herself.

Kenelly lifts her brow. "Mysterious? Well, some would say so. I'm from Gilneas."

Arric does not answer.

[Stelianna]: Whoa! Where all the worgen are from?

Kenelly nods solemnly, but still smiling. "Many worgen, yes. That's correct."

[Arric]: Miss Stel here was just mentioning the Three Virtues, and I was about to ask her what three those are. I'm terribly ignorant about the Light, you see.

[Stelianna]: Do they talk about the Light in Gilneas? I just sort of assumed everyone… or, you know, all the Alliance…

Kenelly's brow goes up again, this time in surprise, at Arric.
[Kenelly]: Oh yes. We follow the Light in Gilneas, as well as the Old Ways. Well, some of us.

[Stelianna]: Old Ways? What ways are those?

[Kenelly]: It's the ancient religion of our people, regarding reverence for and communion with the land and nature.

[Stelianna]: Huh. That sounds sort of like the elves.

[Arric]: Now. *Arric's tone is decisive, like a teacher putting a classroom in order.* The three virtues. What are they, Miss?

Kenelly nods in agreement with Stelianna, but gestures in response to Arric's question to await her answer.

Stelianna straightens like a good student and turns to Arric. "Respect, Tenacity and Compassion, sir. Acting on these three virtues will lead us to a world of honor and justice."

[Arric]: Fascinating. Tenacity? What a peculiar choice. Can you tell me more about that?

[Stelianna]: It's… perseverance. Not letting things get you down, you know? Not betraying your beliefs when times get hard.

[Kenelly]: A very Gilnean virtue, if I may say so.

[Arric]: Ahhh… I see how it would apply to faith, when you put it that way. Very interesting.
[Arric]: My father would have just called that stubbornness, and not a virtue. Despite his abundance of it, ha ha.

[Stelianna]: We have to be able to look into the greatest darkness, and still hold onto the Light. *Stel nods eagerly.*

[Arric]: What a lovely thought.

[Kenelly]: Quite so! There will always be dark times. But we must be strong and have faith that the Light will carry us through them.

[Stelianna]: Sometimes people say that about me, too. That it's stubbornness. But it's not it's a virtue.

Pericleia approaches the table. "My Common is learning, but stubbornness is not same thing as tenacity."

Arric looks up as the draenei approaches, his pale blue eyes lighting with interest.

Stelianna looks up in startelement at the draenei. What a crowd in the cathedral today.

[Arric]: Yes, perhaps you could help me understand the nuance? The difference?

Kenelly smiles up at Pericleia. "I would agree. Your people have long followed the Light, yes? Perhaps you could explain the draenei view?"

[Pericleia]: What is nuance?

[Arric]: Nuance is… a small difference. Very small.

Pericleia immediately runs head first into the language barrier. "The small difference. Stubborn, as I learned, is also not changing mind?"

[Kenelly]: Yes, a minor distinction that makes a major difference.

[Arric]: Yes. Stubborn means not changing your mind.

[Kenelly]: Usually without good reason.

Arric has automatically adjusted his speech - not speaking more loudly, but just a touch more slowly and really crisping up his words, making them more distinct.

[Pericleia]: Tenacity is about… you get back on your hoov- your feet, when times are hard.

[Arric]: Ah I see.

[Pericleia]: You can still change mind if learned new ideas.

[Arric]: Very good. *Arric nods, satisfied.*

[Kenelly]: Indeed! Sometimes, a change of attitude is an important part of tenacity.

[Arric]: And the others were Respect and… what was the third, Miss Stel? I am quite familiar with the concept of respect.

[Kenelly]: The Third Virtue is my favorite.

[Stelianna]: Compassion. That one's really important. I mean, I guess they all are. That is, they all are, I'm not guessing.

[Arric]: Ah, yes, compassion! I think I am… reasonably familiar with that as well. I do try to treat people as they wish to be treated.

[Pericleia]: Respect and compassion is… no, two things. Respect and compassion are not just for companions. They also are for enemies.

Kenelly nods. "Compassion is about understanding others, and seeing their needs and what drives them."

Stelianna nods. "You have to look past hatred and differences. Find the things that make you the same, that connect you."

[Pericleia]: Should I fetch chair? I fetch chair.

[Arric]: Yes, please, sit with us.

Pericleia collects a chair from a nearby table and brings it over so that she can sit without towering over everyone.

[Arric]: What is your name? I'm Arric.
Arric smiles at Pericleia.
Arric seems happy to remain standing.

[Pericleia]: I am Pericleia of the Genedar.

[Kenelly]: What a beautiful name. I am Lady Kenelly Ashewood.

[Stelianna]: And I'm Stel. Or, um, Stelianna Thorne of Westfall.

[Arric]: Pericleia… *Arric tries out the word as though it were poetry.*
[Arric]: I have a longer name, but Arric is enough.
Arric smiles at Pericleia in particular when he says this.

[Kenelly]: Thorne? You don't say. There are Thornes in Gilneas, too.

Stelianna looks over in surprise. "Really? I know I used to have family up north, on my father's side."

Kenelly nods to Stelianna. "There's a Thorne in my pack, in fact. She's sort of the second in command. She was rather famous back in Gilneas, actually, Special Investigator Gabriella Thorne."

Stelianna looks at Kenelly. "Really? I wonder…"

Pericleia gestures towards Arric. "We are in same group. I wear that tabard with Cobalt Company. This one," she gestures to her current tabard, "is Hand of Argus. We protect Velen, prophet."

Kenelly lights up. "Oh, I'm in Cobalt Company also!"

[Arric]: Oh! Splendid! *It's not clear which part of Pericleia's statement he finds splendid - maybe all of it?*

Stelianna looks over at Pericleia, distracted. "Wow, you must be a really old paladin." She realizes how that came out a moment too late, and claps a hand over her mouth.

Arric laughs softly at Stelianna.

Arric's eyes dart between the three women as they talk; he seems intrigued and delighted by the various bits of information that are coming his way.

Pericleia smiles a little at Stelianna. "I am no child among my people, I am grown."
[Pericleia]: You have smaller time passed in age, but humans grow more faster.

[Arric]: I'm a bit closer to thirty than I'd like, for a man who has accomplished as little as I have.

Pericleia nods like the number means anything to her. It might not.

[Stelianna]: But… you're a noble. *She might think that's an accomplishment.*

[Arric]: That makes it worse. There are expectations, you see.

Kenelly sighs softly, nodding.

[Stelianna]: What are you supposed to do?

[Arric]: Oh, you know. Everything, really. Become a master swordsman, marry someone who can benefit the family, have children, be learned and virtuous and so on.

[Pericleia]: So today you are learning and virtuous. I understand.

Arric smiles at Pericleia and nods.
[Arric]: I'm very interested in learning more about the Light.

[Stelianna]: Even though they don't care about it?

[Kenelly]: I confess, Arric, I'm surprised you were not taught these things as a child.

[Arric]: Well, 'they' are across the sea. I am among people who care about it, now, and that is what matters to me.

Stelianna, wide-eyed, says, "Mysterious country across the sea."

[Pericleia]: The Light is inside each of us.

[Kenelly]: Across the sea…?

[Arric]: Do go on, Ms. Pericleia.

Stel may now believe Arric is an Atlantean.

Arric seems reluctant to go into his country of origin in detail.

[Pericleia]: You were not taught, but it is still there.

[Arric]: And what does it… do?

Kenelly gasps softly, "My word, are you from Kul Tiras?" She does not seem to be picking up on Arric's reluctance.

Arric startles visibly and shshshshshshhhs Kenelly.
Arric looks around in a slight panic.

Kenelly blinks.

Stelianna looks over curiously. She might not know about those politics.

[Kenelly]: Is…something wrong?

Arric whispers just loud enough for the table to hear, "Many here view Kul Tirans as traitors. Enemies."

Kenelly sighs. "Oh…I see. I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I've…been behind a wall."

[Arric]: They left the Alliance, you see. But I support the Alliance. Fully.

[Stelianna]: And we're here to practice Respect and Compassion, so… we're not looking for differences, right?

Arric smiles at Stel and nods.

[Pericleia]: It is potential. It is… alongside the part of you that wishes to do good.

Arric listens intently to Pericleia.

[Arric]: So the Light inside me is… my conscience? My better nature?

Kenelly nods firmly. "It is as Miss Pericleia says. Those virtues are inside us all. That is the Light."

[Stelianna]: You just might not be able to make a hammer out of it. *Stel nods seriously*

[Pericleia]: My Common is not so good.

[Arric]: And so, how does one go from being virtuous to… healing others and so on? Wait, hammer?

[Pericleia]: You listen to it.

[Stelianna]: Oh, healing. You're interested in healing. *Stel laughs nervously* Of course, you don't want to fashion it into a hammer to heal someone. Unless maybe they're into that.

[Arric]: I… wasn't aware there were… hammers involved at all.

Kenelly covers her mouth, laughing at Stelianna's comment.

[Pericleia]: It is common shape to manifest in. Even among humans!

[Arric]: Really! A hammer of … light? Why is that common?

[Pericleia]: This I was not teached.

[Kenelly]: I imagine because the hammer is both weapon and tool. It can build bridges, craft beauty, and also destroy evil.

[Arric]: Oh, fascinating!

Stelianna nods. "It's not a literal hammer, though sometimes we use those too."

[Pericleia]: When I summon Light to take shapes, it is often as shield.

Stelianna whispers, "Mine is usually a hammer."

[Arric]: I suppose that makes sense. I wonder if Lord Fallon would find the Light more interesting if he knew it often manifested as a blunt weapon, ha ha. Never mind, just a little joke with myself about a friend.
[Arric]: So it can be a hammer… or a shield… or healing?

Stelianna looks up, brightening. "Your friend likes hammers?"

Arric murmurs to Stel, "My friend is rather a blunt weapon at times."

[Pericleia]: Humans divide Light into five books. One is protection.

Arric listens intently to Pericleia.

[Pericleia]: In these books humans have different… I am not remembering the word. Strategies? Ways to use Light.

Arric looks to Pericleia, very interested in this nice tidy division with numbers. Very learnable.

Stelianna nods at Pericleia. "We are not all masters of all of them. I'm… um, well, I'm sort of new."

[Arric]: Strategies is an excellent word.
[Arric]: So there are five different … Light strategies. What are they?

Pericleia nods. "Are you studying one book?"
[Pericleia]: There is Protection, Retribution, Compassion, Holiness, and Justice. I have not read these human books. Some are missing.

Kenelly murmurs to Arric, "I'm afraid this bit is beyond me. I'm not actually a disciple of the Light…and you won't find many paladins in Gilneas."

[Stelianna]: Mostly Retribution. *Steliana says to Pericleia, bracing as if for rebuke.* But I study the Three Virtues, too, of course.

Pericleia nods to Stelianna. "Many hammers," she agrees.

[Stelianna]: Which is fitting since my dad is… *she falters, and continues* …was a blacksmith.

[Arric]: Ah, I'm sorry for your loss.
Arric says, Compassionately.

Kenelly gives Stelianna a soft look of sympathy.
[Kenelly]: A fine profession. He surely left his mark on the world through his craft.

Arric smiles at Kenelly.

Pericleia mouths the word 'profession' to herself.

Arric smiles at Pericleia.

Stelianna takes a breath and aims to put a smile back on. "Thank you. He was a great blacksmith, but he also ended up in the army. He was a hero in Northrend. Like I'm going to be, except probably not in Northrend."

[Arric]: Oh…. Northrend! How courageous he was.
[Arric]: I'm sure you take after him.

Stelianna beams. "He was so courageous. And I'm going to make him proud."

[Arric]: I believe it!
[Arric]: If I may ask, Miss Stel, how old are you?

[Stelianna]: Me? Oh, I'm old enough to be a paladin. I'll be nineteen next year.

[Arric]: Ah, I thought you seemed young!

[Pericleia]: I was in Northrend. I do not know your father. But we are companions in the same war we fought.

Arric turns to Pericleia and explains, "Eighteen is the age at which a human is legally considered grown, though often it takes until the twenties to fully finish maturing intellec— in the mind."

[Stelianna]: I would've defeated the Lich King with the others, only I wasn't finished training yet. I'm completely ready now. Completely grown.

Pericleia nods. "Yes, teens, the numbers between twelve and twenty."

[Arric]: So nineteen can be a very difficult age. You are allowed to join the army, to marry, and so on, but often you are still learning.

Stelianna smiles at Pericleia. "I'm glad you were fighting alongside my dad, even if you didn't know him. You seem nice."

Pericleia sounds genuinely confused. "But you are not completely grown."

[Kenelly]: Oh…well, she has reached the age of maturity, as we humans recognize it.

[Arric]: Physically, yes, but sometimes the mind takes a while to catch up, hm? I'm twenty-eight and sometimes I still feel like a child.

[Stelianna]: I'm grown, really! *Stelianna does not seem to understand that the protests are undercutting the claim*

Arric just smiles patiently.
Arric notably does not ask how old Kenelly is.
Arric knows there is an age beyond which One Does Not Do That.

[Pericleia]: Hair grows still.

Arric blinks at Pericleia.
[Arric]: Beg pardon?

[Stelianna]: Oh, my hair will grow for my whole life, unless I end up like Brother Cassius. Even he still has hair growing in some places.

Arric gently facepalms.

Pericleia wiggles a few strands of her own hair. "Hair. This is hair, yes? It grows."

Brother Cassius shoots a glare over at the table. Read your Respect book, Stel.

[Arric]: Uh, yes, yes, hair does… grow.

Pericleia nods. Case closed.

Arric nods tentatively. We are… in agreement. That's good.

Kenelly pinches her lips, trying not to laugh about Brother Cassius's hair.

[Arric]: Ah but… where were we? With the Light.

[Stelianna]: Okay, so in that sense none of us is ever fully grown. Because we're always growing?

Arric looks genuinely discombobulated.

[Pericleia]: There are many human books here. Stelianna, do you have favorite?

Arric peers at you searchingly.

[Stelianna]: There are some that have stories in them. I like those. They're stories designed to show you how a person should act.
[Stelianna]: I think a lot of people here prefer the ones without stories.

[Pericleia]: If you come to Exodar, you can listen to O'ros.

[Arric]: What is O'ros?

[Pericleia]: He is Naaru.
[Pericleia]: Being of Light.

[Stelianna]: I've never met one of those before!

[Kenelly]: You mean, we could visit and actually meet a naaru?

Pericleia smiles gently at Kenelly. "Yes."

Arric's eyes are so wide it looks a bit like they may pop out.

[Stelianna]: That would be amazing.

[Arric]: What is a naaru like?

Kenelly nods eagerly.

[Pericleia]: Like…
Pericleia thinks about this. "Like good dream but real."

[Arric]: Ah, that sounds marvelous. I shall have to look up travel arrangements to … Exodar is it? Your city?

[Pericleia]: Exodar. Our ship. Now city.

[Stelianna]: Is it easy to get to?

[Pericleia]: It is far, on other side of ocean, but there are mages with portals.

[Arric]: Ah yes! Mages! Er… I do not know a great many mages.

[Pericleia]: You can ask Cobalt Company, yes?

[Arric]: Oh, yes, I imagine they do provide that service.
[Arric]: I work with a mage, but I believe if Miss Glyphe could make portals she would have told us by now.

Stelianna looks back and forth in bewilderment. She does not know any mages.

Kenelly giggles, nodding at Arric.

[Stelianna]: You know a mage named Glyphe?

Arric smiles back at Kennelly. "I mean I would mention it, a lot, if I could do it."

[Arric]: Yes, isnt it a charming name? She's a gnome.

[Pericleia]: It requires the arcane, so there are rules to make it safe in Azeroth. Not all mages will have… allowance.

[Stelianna]: Wow. And yeah, if I could make doors through reality, I'd bring it up in every conversation.

[Arric]: Permission. *Arric says in an instructive tone.*

[Pericleia]: Permission. To make portal to Exodar.

Arric nods encouragingly.

[Pericleia]: Thank you.

Arric laughs aloud at Stel's comment, then covers his mouth and looks around.
[Arric]: I don't know how mages aren't just forever boasting. *He says quietly.*
[Arric]: You should see the things Lady Kennelly can do, as well!
[Arric]: Simply marvelous.

[Stelianna]: Maybe it just feels like… ordinary to them? Like, oh, I suppose I'll just take two steps and be on another continent, no problem.

[Arric]: Possibly. But that's rather a sad thought.
[Arric]: I would want to be amazed forever.

Kenelly blinks up at Arric, blushing softly.

[Stelianna]: What can Lady Kenelly do? *Stel turns her attention to Kenelly, fully expecting some kind of fireworks or something*

[Arric]: I'll let her explain. *There is the slightest tone indicating that he believes himself generous for doing so.*

Pericleia also looks curiously at Kenelly.

Kenelly 's blush deepens. "Oh…well…it's really not much. I learned some nature magic as a harvest-witch…and then when the night elves came to our aid, they began to train me in their druidic arts."

[Stelianna]: Oh, you're a druid witch?

Arric looks like he's just so eager to tell them all what that means, and is being very patient in waiting for Kenellly to do so.

[Kenelly]: Well…a harvest-witch…and a druid, I suppose. Lately it feels as if the two things are becoming less distinct.

[Pericleia]: Is this the kind of art that is painting or sculpture, or the kind that is … about action?

[Arric]: Yes, do elaborate!

[Kenelly]: Oh…ah…magical art. But, not portals and that sort of thing. Rather, it involves the magic of nature. Communing with plants, shapeshifting, channeling the light of the moon and the sun. That sort of thing.

Pericleia takes a moment to try and parse that and nods.

Stelianna nods seriously. "That sounds really cool. Could you channel the light of the moon right here?"

[Arric]: Shapeshifting! *Arric echoes, looking to the others to see if they are impressed.*

Stelianna gasps. "No! Really? Wow, she slipped that right in there."

Pericleia looks much the same as she always does.

Kenelly was just getting her cheeks back to a normal color, Arric.

Arric nods at Stel. Now there's a proper audience!
[Arric]: I mean can you imagine? Being able to turn into something else?

[Stelianna]: Yeah! Can you change into anything?

[Kenelly]: Ah…well, yes. Apparently, the magic affecting my people predisposed us to druidic shapeshifting. Given that we already…change shapes.

[Pericleia]: I became sheep one time.

Arric blinks at Pericleia. "Truly??"
Arric realizes that came out a bit loud, and clears his throat.

[Pericleia]: Yes! I did not do on purpose.

[Arric]: Oh dear.

[Kenelly]: No, not anything. As I understand it, the druid shapes were learned from the Wild Gods. So, they tend to resemble those.
Kenelly giggles.

[Stelianna]: I've never been a sheep, but I bet it'll happen someday. Loads of people get turned into sheep. But I can't turn into a Wild God.

[Arric]: Tell them what sort of shapes you can take, Lady Kennelly!
[Arric]: I worked with her out in Westfall for a time, *Arric explains.* With Cobalt Company.

Kenelly shrinks a little under Arric's insistence. "Well…I can become a large cat…a bear…a sea lion…and I've recently learned how to take the form of a moonkin. I suppose that was not taught by a Wild God. Perhaps it comes from Elune herself."
[Kenelly]: Apparently, the moonkin are sacred to her.

[Arric]: Elune is the Night Elf moon goddess, *Arric humansplains.*

Stelianna mouths wow, and then seems to realize something else. "Oh, you were out in Westfall? Was that back during the whole Defias re-uprising?"

Pericleia nods. She might have already known that.

[Arric]: It was, it was, I'm afraid.

[Pericleia]: Re-uprising… uprising two times?

Arric nods.
[Arric]: They rose up a few years ago, and Cobalt Company killed their leader. Then, last year, the remains reorganized under a new leader.

[Stelianna]: That was awful. They weren't helping the people at all.

Kenelly nods to Stelianna. "That's right. I wanted to help the state of the farmlands there, and it became clear that the only way to ensure that could happen was to deal with the Defias."

[Arric]: They were not helping, indeed. *Arric for a moment looks genuinely angry.*

Kenelly frowns and nods firmly. "They are bullies and criminals. It's just awful what they've done to Westfall."

[Arric]: Despicable.

Stelianna nods. "I bet you all are heroes when you go visit now. My mom still lives there — she tries to help as she can. She's an apothecary."

Pericleia 's stomach grumbles. She looks down at it in surprise. How dare it make that noise?
[Pericleia]: I am going to purchase food now. It is nice talking.

[Arric]: Very nice to meet you, Ms. Pericleia.
[Arric]: Light… erm… what would be a good farewell?

[Kenelly]: It was lovely making your acquaintance, Miss Pericleia.

Pericleia thinks about this. "Good health."

[Arric]: Good health.
Arric bows before Pericleia.

[Stelianna]: Good to meet you!

[Arric]: So many of ours are sea-related, but they just don't really apply here.

Pericleia returns the bow. She then returns the chair to its former table, and departs.

[Kenelly]: Good health to you!

[Stelianna]: Hope you… keep wind in your sails? *Stel says to Arric*

Arric looks a bit uncomfortable. "Well, we would say things like, 'smooth sailing' or 'safe passage' or yes, something about the winds. But I try not to do that now."

[Stelianna]: My mom always says "Be Careful" so maybe that's a good one for the Kingdom of Stormwind.

[Arric]: Oh, yes, that seems always applicable, doesn't it?

[Stelianna]: Kind of covers all situations, doesn't it?

[Arric]: Are there any Light specific farewells, that you know of?

[Stelianna]: Hm. *Steliana considers that one* May the Light guide your path?

[Arric]: Very nice.

[Kenelly]: As my people would say, 'let the light of the new moon guide you.'

[Arric]: Ohhh, lovely.

[Stelianna]: So then I hope you will both be careful, and let the Light and the new moon guide you. *Stel grins*

[Arric]: And, if you promise not to spread it about, I'll share my favorite from my homeland. Winds be kind.
Arric bows down graciously.

[Kenelly]: Ooh, I like that quite a lot.

Arric smiles at Kenelly.

[Stelianna]: Winds be kind. *Stel repeats, but quietly.* That's a good one.

Arric gives them both one last warm smile and a little half bow, then heads out.

Kenelly bobs a little curtsey and makes her way out as well.

Stelianna very reluctantly returns to her book.