[How could she be so careless? She knows Sylvanas has seen her, and yet she still attempts to leave the tables, excusing herself between the various celebrants still passing between the aisles. She needs to put distance between them, for both their sakes.
But she doesn't fail to notice that she's being followed by the very person she's trying to avoid. She cannot imagine why--or perhaps she doesn't wish to imagine why. Of course there are words left to be said, curses to shout. Vereesa knows she's led her sister on, but for a time her decision to join her was genuine. That fact doesn't change anything, of course, so why is it that Sylvanas still pursues her?
She slows her pace until she comes to a stop altogether, allowing the gap between them to close somewhat. When Sylvanas speaks, it isn't a tone of hurt or anger, and that takes Vereesa by surprise.]
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But she doesn't fail to notice that she's being followed by the very person she's trying to avoid. She cannot imagine why--or perhaps she doesn't wish to imagine why. Of course there are words left to be said, curses to shout. Vereesa knows she's led her sister on, but for a time her decision to join her was genuine. That fact doesn't change anything, of course, so why is it that Sylvanas still pursues her?
She slows her pace until she comes to a stop altogether, allowing the gap between them to close somewhat. When Sylvanas speaks, it isn't a tone of hurt or anger, and that takes Vereesa by surprise.]
War is constant no matter where we are, it seems.