[color=f6989d]Bela had been admiring the view from her perch. For weeks now, she'd been working her way through a series of books by a long dead prophet. Most people thought he was a crackpot, but Bela had found some startling similarities between what he'd predicted and what had transpired in the history of Azeroth. 

The wind ruffled the edges of Bela's dark brown cloak, her hood blowing back as a gust of wind made it's way through the large breezeways. She was half way through her page when the voice of a young woman startled her out of her book induced reverie. 

[b][color=ed1c24]"Hey there."[/color] [/b]

Bela didn't look up at first, sure the woman wasn't talking to her. 

[b][color=ed1c24]"My name is Aurora, but you can call me Rory. What are you reading? Oh, and are those apples for sale?" [/color][/b]

When the apples were mentioned, the young woman lifted her head, her dark eyes meeting Rory's. [color=92278f]"Not for sale, but you can have one if you like. Some have them have gone off, so check for worms before you bite."[/color] Bela joked as she moved her pile of books so Rory could sit if she liked, the basket of mostly good apples sat between them.

[color=92278f]"I'm Isabella, most call me Bela."[/color] She told Rory with a smile as her gaze turned back to the amazing view of the lake behind Stormwind. 

[color=92278f]"I love this place at night. It's easy to believe it's peaceful. As to what I'm reading, have you ever heard of Barthas the Broad?"[/color] She chuckled as she crunched into an apple happily. The prophet was obscure to say the least, but Bela was just happy for someone to talk to.[/color]