[Alararinna nods, looking around at their surroundings before taking a seat herself, back straight and knees touching the ground. She's still alert, but learning and sharing her own knowledge is something she hasn't been able to do in quite a while; it's nice, and she isn't above indulging in it a little.]

My people look to a similar goddess for guidance: Elune, the Mother Moon. She was the one who kept Azeroth at peace for tens of thousands of years, allowing all of life to grow and learn, while soothing conflict with her song. It is to her we owe our creation, our lives, and we serve to protect her as she has us.

[She pauses for a moment, looking up at the sky. Despite it being day, all Alararinna can think of is how different the moons are here, though she feels Elune still.]

Elune's love shines on every living creature, no matter the path they have chosen. Even as changed as I am now, there is no doubt in my mind that she understands why I have done what I have, though my people refuse to understand it themselves.

[Factual as fact can be.]