The Prompt: Site-write, if you've never done it before it's pretty simple. A short little blurb completely improvised and spell-checked on the spot. A little brain exercise to help you better understand your character. Faith or drive is important, if you have a hard time writing this it'd be best to think about the composition of your character some more.
- Jende of Moon Guard US

"Happy we'll be," the elf sang merrily to herself in Goblin, "beyond the sea, and never again, I'll go sailin'." She'd unabashedly sang to herself almost the entire journey, and it had been a long one indeed. The Defilers had been generous enough to lend her one of their skeletal horses when she arrived in Hammerfall, and the strange animal had served her all the way to the Sepulcher, where she left it in the care of its masters.
At her heels, a tiny netherwhelp had fluttered most of the way. She carried him now, like he were a tired child.
"Think he'll be happy to see me?" she asked Rothaku, smiling as if she already knew the answer. Of course he would. He was her husband. He'd be just as overjoyed as she was. She had run through every sea shanty she knew, but that was alright -- she didn't plan to do much more sailing, as the man said.

The rain fell soft on the rooftops of Brill, the Deathguard barely acknowledging her presence, but she didn't care. She'd traveled the whole of Azeroth, walked the whole of Lordaeron, and she knew in her heart one thing after it all:
She belonged here.
It was good to be home.