Efria Silverbark - Troubled thoughts

"Why do I worry so much?"
The Druidess rested both her hands on her lap, her silvery gaze drifting down on the back of her right hand, where a rune rests, now dimmed, the outlines of the rune faded slightly. She knew that if the rune faded from her skin, the one whom cast it there had died or stopped feeding it energy. Slowly, the Kaldorei rested her left hand on top of the rune, as dimly glowing vines of natural energy started to linger along her skin, digging in to the outlines of the dimmed rune. She knew he would be able to sense her... Maybe.

As the pale moon rose on the sky and the stars lit the darkened sky, she lifted her gaze.

Her voice pleading and quiet, the druidess closed her eyes and spoke to the moon and the stars.

"I pray for you, mother of all,
your child has lost, in the dark.
Grant him the strength, so he won't fall,
show him the way, a silver spark..."

She falls silent and lowers her gaze, tears flowing down her cheeks as she utters the last few words.

"Please... Guide him back home..."