Smoke filled her lungs. Her vision swam as soon as she woke up and she coughed violently. Her luxurious home was on fire. An accident while her mage Sisters experimented with fireballs, and their cries filled her ears. Calling her name. Ravasha felt like her covers suddenly gained 100 pounds and ripped them off, practically jumping out of bed. She was greeted with a blaze hotter than anything she conjured at school.
Ravasha panicked. She started crying. Her Sisters came into her room and used their magic to part the flames. The fire roared and blazed around them, splintering wood off their home and sending it crashing to the ground, with a shower of sparks. Smoke covered almost everything and choked the lungs, causing gasping and coughing from all three Sin’dorei sisters. Ravasha’s Sisters took her into their arms and ushered her towards her door.
Yet she paused. Something was in her room that she just couldn’t leave behind. She ran back to her dresser and opened several drawers, cursing her bad luck when she wasn’t here to choose an outfit. She left the drawers of fancy finery open and finally found the drawer containing the precious item she wanted so much: It was a lynx collar that she got from her Elder Sister, who had left on a strange quest to find herself a few years ago.
The fire consumed another supporting structure of the household and wood and metal crashed to the ground. Sparks flew everywhere and some settled on Ravasha. She sustained minor burns and her eyes watered from both tears of remembrance and pain. She strapped the lynx collar around her neck and then ran towards her Sisters. The fire hadn’t touched the entire room and she had a clear path to them.
Once everybody was outside they all gathered in front of their home to watch it burn down. They lived in an isolated part of Silvermoon City and the fire brigade was nowhere in sight yet. Ravasha’s Mother and Sisters wept. Ravasha’s father was nowhere to be seen. Another business trip while their manor burned.
Ravasha touched the lynx collar around her neck. Her sister and she shared so many precious memories. Playing with each other in the forest, chasing lynxes to make dinner at home, caring for the family Bloodwing, caring for the Hawkstriders… she couldn’t replace her Older Sister so this memento of the past would have to do.
“Where are we going to go? Our home is gone.” Ravasha, still a young adolescent, said weakly.
“We’re going to stay with some extended family.” Viviaria, Ravasha’s mother said.
“What caused the fire?” Ravasha asked.
“Your sisters were practicing their fireball spells. A foolish move when you’re surrounded by flammable materials. But we needn’t punish anyone. Just take your collar off. A young lady shouldn’t wear such a thing.” Viviaria scolded. Coming over to take it off herself.
Ravasha tried to pull away but her Mother simply grabbed her hand and pulled her gently back. The adult was too strong. Little Ravasha had to let her Mother remove her collar. The woman then handed it back to her roughly.
“Put it away as soon as we get to our temporary new home. Your family is very important. I know why you kept that… thing. But you can never wear it again. I don’t like it.” Viviaria put her hands on her hips and watched her child closely.
“Yes Mother.” Ravasha said shakily. Suppressing her tears.
The family turned and walked away from their former home, reduced to rubble and ashes. The fire brigade was beginning to arrive to put out the blaze. Some of them came over to assess if Ravasha or her family were injured. Seeing no major injuries, they dealt with what burns they had and then sent them on their way.
Ravasha sometimes wished that she would get caught in a fire and burn away. As she walked she continued to hold back tears. She could never wear something that she treasured again? It may seem small to some people. But then again sentiments always did. Ravasha vowed to never be like her parents: One always gone and one that would never leave you alone. She wanted better for her and her Sisters. If she ever saw her Older Sister again.