The girl smiled as her mirror was accepted by the priestesses to begin training. Heart swelling with pride, she watched her mirror take the first oaths, watched the sheer joy filling her face. Their mother had worried she would be jealous but why would she be? Her mirror was more dear to her than her own life. Besides, she knew that wasn’t what was meant for her. Elune would choose her path too, just not one that involved living in the temples or cities. Her heart yearned for the wilds rather than paved and cobblestoned streets. Soon enough, Elune would let her know.
A sigh of happiness, of contentment swirled through the cave as the sleeping worgen’s form shifted to elven and gave the barest hint of a smile.