Mad og blod - Angela

"Yes it is" sagde Angela bestemt.

"Hm .. " sagde Moira. "I had not heard of that" sagde hun og trak lidt på skuldrene. "But I suppose some people are like that .. I know our taurons hold the same values"

"Yes, the taurens are good people." sagde Angela enigt

Moira nikkede lidt. "Yes ... I believe they might be called that, yes"

"Yes, they are" -_o sagde hun

Moira så hende lidt an. "Hm .. in some ways" sagde hun. "And they decided to aid the undeads"

"... yes" hun rynkede brynene lidt.. they had

Moira nikkede lidt. "Where your people scorn them for their unholy nature" sagde hun og så undersøgende på præstinden

Angela rynkede brynene... ".. many of them are mindless minions of the lich king.. stripped of all sense of being"

Moira nikkede lidt. "Yes .. may are still in his thrall" gav hun ret, "but for those who are not .. those who actively fight him and search for a cure"

Angela nikkede langsomt ".. no they deserve no such fate.."

Moira trak på skuldrene. "No, no more than any other grup of people does" sagde hun

"And no one does" gav hun ret

Moira overvejede det lidt. "No .. I suppose not" sagde hun så. "Hm .. but they are a deligthful group of people .. it would be a shame were they not here"

Angela var lidt uenig med Moiras statement.. men.. Blood elves var jo heller ikke kent for at være delightful.. so it made sense

Moira sukkede svagt. "But I suppose it would have been better for them, were they not turned" sagde hun. "Of well, it is not anything we can chose now"

".. no it isn't" gav hun ret og rynkede brynene.

Moira nikkede lidt tænksomt. "Hm ... Perhaps that is a good thing" sagde hun for sig selv

Angela var ikke enig.. hun overvejede hvordan hun ville have haft det.. vågnet op og været død.. ville ingen virkelig have taget imod hende? Ville de have forsøgt at slå hende ihjel?

Moira så præstinden lidt an og lagde hovedet på skrå. Hun havde fået et tænksomt udtryk i ansigtet, noget der klædte hende utrolig godt. Moira kom til at smile lidt ... det var sjældet hun tog sig i at beundre ydre skønhed, eller i det hele taget at bemærle den .. men det var noget ved præstidens lyse fremtræden .. the embodiment of light .. det var meget tiltalende

Angela kunne ikke lide tanken... she was sure some would hear her out. Wouldn't they?.. and where would she have woken up? Here?.. would she have been alone? Would she have been needed? What if others had died aswell?

Moira så hende lidt an .. og hun var kendt som en meget magtfuld healer. Hun havde hørt hende omtalt med samme respekt og ærefrygt som en gudinde. "You are known as a powerful healer"

Angela blinkede med øjnene og så mod hende ".. yes I am." bekræftede hun.

Moira nikkede lidt og så undersøgende på hende. "You must command great magic... why did you chose the proesthood?"

"The light called me" sagde hun "showed me a way to aid those around me... mend their wounds, ease their sufferings.."