[ She had been asking it of passerby -- rather an uninteresting sort, but certainly enthusiastic enough about the situation -- when the loud clang of a glass on the table distracts her. Turning to spot the creator of the noise, it's hard to ignore her own sister getting up from the feast; and even more so that her sister looks relatively uncomfortable with the situation. A quick glance around the room shows that there are no familiar faces lurking nearby, but she takes her time in standing up to be certain of it, taking a roundabout way to follow Vereesa.
It's possible, she considers, that her sister might not want to see her; after all, it has been so long since the two of them talked to one another. In that time, many things had happened -- and Sylvanas could honestly not blame Vereesa if she had no wish to see the abomination that her older sister had become. If their situations were reversed...no, but she wouldn't wish to think of that. Far better to stick to the reality of the situation.
Still, the connection between them remained, however faint and distant. And perhaps a lingering nostalgia was what drove her to get close enough to murmur only loud enough for Vereesa to hear. ]
A pleasant enough evening, for welcoming us to a war.
eyebrow waggle
It's possible, she considers, that her sister might not want to see her; after all, it has been so long since the two of them talked to one another. In that time, many things had happened -- and Sylvanas could honestly not blame Vereesa if she had no wish to see the abomination that her older sister had become. If their situations were reversed...no, but she wouldn't wish to think of that. Far better to stick to the reality of the situation.
Still, the connection between them remained, however faint and distant. And perhaps a lingering nostalgia was what drove her to get close enough to murmur only loud enough for Vereesa to hear. ]
A pleasant enough evening, for welcoming us to a war.