Emilia strives to keep her expression neutral, attentive.
In spite of all the patience she has learned to cultivate, all the pragmatism she values and enacts, she is at heart ruled by fire. She feels things deeply, especially when it comes to those that have been wronged.
Her stomach churns the more she learns the shape of this story, the more she understands. There's hardly space to process that her suspicions have been proven correct once the dragon is conjured in Wrathion's palm. There's only the warmth that intensifies at her cheeks, her lungs. It feels like smoke.
Too much of this story is familiar to her.
"Did Alexstrasza know of this?"
Know the unforgivable things her family member was doing.
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In spite of all the patience she has learned to cultivate, all the pragmatism she values and enacts, she is at heart ruled by fire. She feels things deeply, especially when it comes to those that have been wronged.
Her stomach churns the more she learns the shape of this story, the more she understands. There's hardly space to process that her suspicions have been proven correct once the dragon is conjured in Wrathion's palm. There's only the warmth that intensifies at her cheeks, her lungs. It feels like smoke.
Too much of this story is familiar to her.
"Did Alexstrasza know of this?"
Know the unforgivable things her family member was doing.