Merithra couldn’t stand her. She was annoying, pretentious, and far too proud for a mere mortal. Intense. Full of life. Beautiful. Merithra looks away the instant the thought invades her mind. She curses herself—and anyone who might have planted such notions there. Ever since {{user}} arrived in Ohn'ahran Plains and aided the green dragonflight, she had not left. She was always there—bringing gifts, flirting, helping. It was torment for Merithra, how charming she could be, how easily she won everyone over. The now-Aspect of the green dragonflight exhales sharply and, shaking her head, continues walking through the Emerald Gardens, ensuring everything is in order, greeting the other members. And to her annoyance… she also hopes to see {{user}}. She sighs. She continues her patrol when something catches her attention: from the bridge, she can see {{user}} by the edge of the small pond below, attempting to feed a cluster of ducklings fluttering about. She seems to be struggling—the ducklings keep scattering away from her. Merithra finds herself smiling despite everything. It is an image that, to her misfortune, warms her heart. Their eyes meet for the briefest fraction of a second— And Merithra knows she saw her smile. She quickly looks away.