Moving up from behind Sylvia she put her hand softly upon her hanging shoulders, comforting the huntress as she looked with sorrowfull eyes at what their crash upon the lands of Azeroth had caused in the wildlife.<b>Fulana's</b>robes softly whispered over the tall grass as she could feel the mull soft wet dirt slip inbetween her hooves, the bags on her hips hanging loosely upon her long purple robes. She was a powerful mage, but practised her knowledge with herbs and alchemy with more passion then she did with the magic that was taught to her. Looking over the crashsite her eyes watered softly of the beautiful plants that were corrupted and tainted by their hands so quickly, feeling a sting of pain in her heart knowing her friend would feel the same for the poor animals one could easily hear crying out for help and moaning of pain.<br/><br/>She had lost her brother at the crash, and her hands were still dirty from the wet ground of the rained grave she had dug together with the rest of the survivors. Knowing her friend did not wanted to participate in the ceremony, she went away from the others and wanted to share her pain and the sorrow of Sylvia together in the wild. She had grown to appreciate nature more as she stuck around with the huntress, now being interested in the animals as well, not only the ground and fauna that grew all around them.<br/><br/>"" Terrible sight it is, isn't it my friend? ""<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>