Brown, long wavy hair gently hangs over a round, charming face. Woeful amber eyes, set sunken within their sockets, watch watchfully over the people they've loved for so long. A sword left a mark stretching from just under the right eye , running towards the left side of her lips and ending under her left eye leaves a painful burden of her former lover.
The is the face of Sillaesa Dawnwing, a true fortune-hunter among blood elves. She stands towering among others, despite her thin frame.
There's something obscure about her, perhaps it's her suffering or perhaps it's simply her goodwill. But nonetheless, people tend to take pride in knowing her, while trying to subtlely stare.(html comment removed: EndFragment)
Brown, long wavy hair gently hangs over a round, charming face. Woeful amber eyes, set sunken within their sockets, watch watchfully over the people they've loved for so long.
A sword left a mark stretching from just under the right eye , running towards the left side of her lips and ending under her left eye leaves a painful burden of her former lover.
The is the face of Sillaesa Dawnwing, a true fortune-hunter among blood elves. She stands towering among others, despite her thin frame.
There's something obscure about her, perhaps it's her suffering or perhaps it's simply her goodwill. But nonetheless, people tend to take pride in knowing her, while trying to subtlely stare.(html comment removed: EndFragment)