My son, on the day you were born, the forests of all Lordaeron whispered your name, Arthas...
—Terenas Menethil
Whispering Bay lay on the northwestern coast of Tirisfal Glades. At that moment, the night there was quiet and still. Moonlight shone across the distant sea, and tiny flashes of silver shimmered over the rippling waves. The scene looked so dreamlike that it was impossible not to feel entranced!
At dusk, after receiving her father Terenas's approval, Calia Menethil had followed the kingdom's new Countess, Hermione Granger, and used that wondrous teleportation spell—Apparition—to travel instantly from Lordaeron City, hundreds of miles away, to Solreighton Farm beside Whispering Bay. There, she joined a company of royal ceremonial guards who had been waiting for the victorious fleet to return.
The journey hadn't gone entirely smoothly. For instance, she'd thrown up horribly as soon as they arrived, nearly losing every last shred of dignity as a princess of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. But she didn't mind such a little thing, and she was sure the people who'd seen it wouldn't mind either.
"The sea looks so beautiful at night..."
As the eldest princess of the Kingdom of Lordaeron—and its only princess—this was Calia's first time visiting the seaside at night.
The moonlit sea was truly a novelty to her!
In the past, the most she could do was relax by Lake Lordamere or, when she couldn't sleep at night, admire the lake and moonlight from somewhere high in the palace castle. Going somewhere this far away had never been possible.
Now,
watching the waves roll beneath the moonlight, listening to their steady roar, and feeling the salty sea breeze against her skin, Calia felt as if she might swoon...
In high spirits, she began chatting with Hermione beside her, now and then sharing stories