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WoW – Furniture

“I can’t believe you did that!”

Isturon sighed as he followed his son. Thankfully, the portal he had made put them on a fairly quiet street. There were fewer people to stare at them.

The younger elf continued his rant as he made his way down the street. “What were you thinking? You weren’t thinking of me or Ter or what how we’ll explain it to the children. That’s for sure.”

A couple of people stared and pointed as they passed. Perhaps if he just let him yell all he wanted, he’d be done by the time they reached Thavron’s shop, then they could have a nice pleasant visit…

“You’re not even listening to me now, are you?”

Oh. He had stopped and turned to face him now, and he was right. He hadn’t really been listening. “I’m listening,” Isturon lied.

“What did I just say?”

“I’m not playing this game with you, Hethurin.”

“That proves it! You weren’t listening! Oh, and it’s not a game! You danced with her!” He turned and started walking again, talking as much with his arms as he did his voice.

Dancing was not a bad thing. He started following his agitated son once more, watching him move his arms more than listening to what he was saying. Could he accidentally cast a spell like that? What if he accidentally teleported a rock? He supposed it would matter where he teleported it to. Teleporting it to a bunch of other rocks wouldn’t be a big deal, whereas teleporting it to the side of the regent lord’s head would be.

Would they be able to catch him?

More people were staring now. Maybe, with this many witnesses, they could probably figure out who did it, but catching Hethurin would be another matter. He could, after all, just teleport away. The street the shop was on was a little busier than normal, and while that would provide more witnesses, it would also slow the guards and provide cover for him to cast his teleport spell. Isturon slowed his pace just enough to follow far enough behind so that he didn’t look like he was with Hethurin.

“You won’t even say you’re sorry!”

Isturon was far enough behind now that he couldn’t make out everything that Hethurin said, but he heard that. He muttered under his breath, “Because I’m not.” There wasn’t anything to be sorry for. They had danced and exchanged gifts. He supposed it was true that he did like her. She was fun to spend time with and pretty. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t taken her into consideration when he made his decision to move to the Ghostlands.

He looked up to see Hethurin waiting for him at the door to Thavron’s shop.

“You fell behind,” Hethurin stated as he approached. “I think you did it on purpose.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose. I was contemplating rocks.”

Hethurin rolled his eyes, “Lie all you want. You lied to Ter too.” He held open the door and followed Isturon inside.

Isturon looked up at Hethurin as he rang the bell on the counter. “I didn’t lie to Terellion.”

Hethurin’s ear twitched, “You told him you like men.”

“A person can like both men and women, Hethurin.”

“So you admit you like her.”

“I think whether Braedra and I like each other is our business, not yours.”

His ear twitched again, but Thavron emerged from in back before he could say anything.

“Hethurin! Isturon! It’s good to see you both! I have your furniture order ready in the storage room. I didn’t box it because I figured you’ll be teleporting it?” Thavron held open the door to the back as he greeted them.

“That’s correct,” Hethurin stated flatly as he passed through the doorway.

“Hello, Thavron. It’s good to see you again.” Isturon smiled as he started to go through as well.

Thavron stopped him for a moment and whispered, “Is Hethurin okay? He seems angry.”

Isturon shook his head, “He’s been acting like his mother all morning. It’s nothing you’ve done. He’ll get over it eventually.”

“I heard that!” an angry voice called out from the storage room.

Thavron frowned, “Right, well, let’s get everything out and ready to teleport then.”

Isturon whispered, “I’m going to let you handle the set up for teleportation. I think I’ll take a seat and wait out here.”

Thavron nodded. “I’ll come get you when it’s done.”

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Naren – The Temple Boy

Garin Lightmist held his son’s hand tightly as they walked into the town. He wasn’t sure how much his son understood what was about to happen, but after looking into the options, Garin could see no other way. His son would not go to Thril Gandir. Marillis had been firm about that. Her own sister had gone, wound up losing visiting privileges, and they never heard from her again. She didn’t want that to happen to her only son, nor did Garin.

He headed straight to the temple, the boy still held one hand, and the boy’s clothes and a toy bear that he preferred were carried in a bag in Garin’s other hand. His own things for the overnight trip were in a bag he carried on his back. He’d have preferred to not wait until the last second, but Marillis didn’t want to let him go any sooner than she had to. Garin and their son had waited until just this morning before piling into the carriage going northeast.

They started up the temple steps. “Where are we going, Opa?”

They’d been over this before. “Remember when Oma said you were going somewhere safe and where we could visit you?”

The boy just looked up at him.

“This is going to be your new home.” He said, indicating the temple.

“I don’t want a new home.”

“Shh,” Garin said, picking the boy up to carry him the rest of the way, hoping to keep him from crying and making a scene. “The people here are really nice, and they’re going to take care of you and teach you how to read and write. You want to read and write, don’t you?”

The boy nodded. Garin pulled open one of the big wooden doors. He stopped to ask the first person he saw who was wearing religious robes, “Where can I find Elder Elisabet Moll? I wrote and have an appointment. She should be expecting me.”

The man pointed, “The offices are over there. Hers is the first door on the right.”

Garin nodded and gave a small bow, “Thank you, Elder.”

He continued carrying his son until he reached the door. He put him down and held his hand while knocking on the door with his other hand.

“Enter.”

He opened the door and brought his son in with him.

“Garin Lightmist?”

Garin nodded.

“Close the door behind you.”

Garin did as asked.

“And who do we have here?” she asked, directing the question to the boy.

His son took a couple steps to hid behind Garin.

“He’s shy.”

“We have a couple of other boys here. Maybe they’ll help him feel more at ease.” She looked again at the boy, “Would you like to meet them later? We all eat supper together.”

The boy didn’t answer, and continued to hide behind his father.

“I’d like to thank you again for taking him in. His mother couldn’t bear to send him…”

“Say nothing more of it. There are no such things as mages here. Only talented healers and helpers. You said his hands glowed yellow when he was tested?”

Garin nodded. The reflection spell was used on all newborn infants on their name days. Most babies reflected blue if they had magic, but sometimes other colors were reflected. His son reflected yellow, indicating he would be strong in healing magic. That fact alone had Elisabet’s interest from the start. She had stated more than once that magic was a gift, and the people of Naren had rejected that gift by creating Thril Gandir to keep the mages under control.

“Can I see your hand?” she asked, again talking to the boy.

The boy shook his head.

Garin knelt next to his son, “It’s okay. She just wants to see how strong your magic is. She wants to teach you how to use it without having to send you to Thril Gandir. You want Oma and I to be able to visit, right?”

The boy regarded his father, then looked at Elisabet and held out his hand. He brushed a few stray strands of his dark red hair out of the way with his other hand.

Elisabet held her hand over his, leaving a few inches in between as she cast a spell. The boy’s hand began to glow a warm yellow. “Oh, he’s going to be very strong in healing magic.”

Garin smiled. “That’s what they said when he was tested.”

“Well, I want to teach him, but I need to know his name first.” Garin had mentioned his name numerous times in correspondence with her, but he knew her statement wasn’t directed towards him. She knelt in front of the boy. “Won’t you tell me your name? My name is Elisabet, but the kids usually just call me Elisa.”

The boy drew back slightly, but opened his mouth and spoke quietly, “I’m Isturon.”

“Well, Isturon, you have a nice name. Would you like to go see your room? Your Opa can come with us.”

Isturon nodded slightly, glancing at his father.

“Come on, let’s go see your room.”

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WoW – Salenicus’s Journal

  • The Winter Ball was great! We danced some and exchanged gifts. We danced really close, and I didn’t step on her feet, so that’s good. We kissed because I stole some mistletoe from the ballroom, and she touched my ear! I mean, I guess that’s the biggest part of the night. She touched it a lot. It was nice.
  • She liked her presents. I made a few things for her, and planted a miniature rose bush in the pot I carved for her. The book holder I made has rabbits on it. I think it was a good choice because it seems she really likes ears. I was worried that miss having ears to touch, but I think hers are nice, even if they are short and round. I’m not sure touching ears is a human thing. Maybe I should ask a human the next time I’m at the Ebon Hold.
  • Orledin told me he touched Leinath’s butt. I asked if he was naked. He said it was while they were dancing, so no. I think he was disappointed about answering honestly because I’m not really impressed by him touching a covered butt. I told him Sorelle touched my ear. Maybe he was jealous. I couldn’t tell. Sometimes it’s hard to read a death knight.
  • He mentioned that he wanted to go to Desolace. I thought that was a weird place to go, but he said he knows a death knight who lives there. I guess this death knight is a night elf, and he lives in the druid glade there, which is a really weird place for a death knight to live. I guess this one has a living mate, one he met after becoming a death knight so I guess that’s how Orledin knows him, and goes there for advice. I bet he wants to know how to get Leinath to touch his ears.
  • He also had the weirdest idea that he had to have armor on at all time or he’d rot away. I never heard of such a thing. I asked him if he showers in his armor, and he said he leaves a piece on. I told him he’s crazy. I’ve been taking my armor off when I shower or just rest, and I’m fine. He still didn’t seem sure, so I told him to ask his night elf friend. I almost wish I could be there so I could tell him I told him so.
  • The other big news is Julan and Faeris are engaged. Julan wore this ridiculously small outfit to the ball. I don’t know if he traveled there in it, or if he wore something sensible and changed after he got there, but I’m surprised they didn’t throw him out. His butt cheeks were showing, and the ballroom is full of students who attend the school, so I think people must not have been paying much attention.
  • Anyway, Faeris got him this huge ring. It was a bit gaudy, and a little over-the-top, but I guess Julan loves it. He won’t stop showing it to people and telling them he’s getting married. He showed me five times, three of those times the next day, when he didn’t have any alcohol, at least, none that I know of. I think he and Faeris do keep some in their cabin. It would surprise me if they didn’t.
  • The patrols have been going well. The new guy has started going with us, and I think Sorrowmoss likes him. His name is Jamos, and he’s huge. I’ve met a few Draenei death knights before. They’re some of the worst, going on and on about how the light failed to protect them, but Jamos isn’t a death knight, and he seems okay. He’s actually a lot more quiet with his hooves than I thought he’d be.
  • And he doesn’t like to chit-chat during our patrol. Sorrowmoss really likes that.
  • The part I like is that he does like to stop to eat which means on nights when our route takes us by the school, we can stop there. He brings four sandwiches each night and eats them all during the one break. He usually has some fruit too and two water skins. I guess it takes a lot of food for a body that size. He might eat more than Lin’s brother.

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Naren – Solrys Lightweaver

(( My first of my year-long character-a-week thing is Solrys Lightweaver. He is a minor character so far, but he plays a part later on. He’s appeared in the first book, and in a short story. This week, I’ll be sharing some stuff that focuses on him. ))

The wind blew hard against the walls of his home on the edge of the forest. Solrys frowned as he peeked out the window to see the blowing snow. Tomorrow’s trek into town for the council meeting was not going to be pleasant. He let the curtain fail back into place, and walked to his fireplace to put another log on the fire. The wind howled again as if protesting the fact that he was still safe and warm inside.

He placed the log on the fire, then turned his head to face the front door. The wind continued its dreadful wails. “Silence.” He waved his hand. All he could hear was the crackling of the fire. Good. His spells didn’t always work. He’d never had training for them after all, nor did he like using his magic in the first place. Even a simple spell tired him. He’d never tried anything more complicated. This spell only quieted the space around him, and it was simple enough that it wasn’t too draining.

However, the biggest reason he didn’t like using his magic was  All children were tested on their first Name Day, one of the quarterly celebrations held throughout the land. He had been tested too. He had been due to be taken to Thril Gandir when war broke out in his hometown to the south. He wasn’t sure which one it was as he had been so young at the time.

He rose and picked a small object up off from the mantelpiece. It was a simple wooden button. One that had fallen off her coat as they traveled north. She had fallen ill during the last part of the journey after fending off a pack of hungry wolves. Infection, the healers had said. He remembered that much. She had died shortly after reaching Hollowmont, leaving him in the hands of strangers.

He’d been taken in by one of the older women, taking her last name and not being tested for magic again as the mages hadn’t shown up on that Name Day. He had been told they were too busy with the fighting to test then, and he supposed that could have been true. A baby had been brought for naming on the same Name Day. She grew up to become Hollowmont’s current school teacher, but he knew. She had magic too.

He put the button back and sat to read a book. The wind continued to howl outside, but thanks to his spell, he did not hear it.

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WoW – The Ring

“Aeramin! Aeramin!”

He turned to see the scantily clad elf hurrying towards him. He turned back to Imralion just in time to catch his slight frown. He saw the other elf too. “It looks like you have some sort of crisis to deal with.”

“I guess it does. I was looking forward to eating.”

“I’ll make you a plate so you can eat as soon as you’re done. Find me over at the food table?”

Aeramin managed to nod in response before feeling his arm being grabbed.

“Aeramin, are you listening? I need to talk to you!”

He turned to face Julan. “I’m listening. What is it?”

“Oh,” Julan said, glancing around, “we can’t talk here. Follow me.”

Aeramin had little choice as Julan’s hand was still firmly gripping his forearm. He followed him out of the ballroom and into the hallway before pulling his arm free. “Where are we going?”

“It’s right here. The bathroom. I need to talk to you in private.”

Aeramin looked at the bathroom door. “I’m not going in the bathroom with you, Julan.”

“But I–”

“Yes, you need to talk to me. I have a better idea. Let’s go to the classroom I use for fire instruction. It’s going to be private enough, but not so private that people will talk about us going there together.”

“Oh.” Julan pursed his lips as he tilted his head for a moment before adding, “You’re right. Okay. I’ll follow you then.”

Aeramin led the way. He was surprised that Julan was able to contain himself all the way there. He opened the door to let Julan through and closed it behind himself. The classroom was dark, but a quick spell lit up the room. It was cold, but that was normal in the winter. The building was old and this room had too many windows. He felt a little guilty for leading Julan here, considering how he was dressed, but there was no way he was going to follow him in the bathroom.

Julan didn’t seem to notice the cold. “Okay, okay, um, I don’t know where to start. Oh light, I just don’t know.”

“Start at the beginning.” Aeramin said, taking a seat on one of the desks.

“Okay. Well, I left the Row and came out here, and–”

“Start at the part I don’t know.”

“Right. Okay, tonight… I don’t know where to start with tonight. Look!” Julan thrust his hand out in front of Aeramin’s face, flashing a huge ring with a pink stone at the center.

Aeramin grinned, “Is that… Did Faeris ask you to marry him?”

Julan nodded, and quickly added, “I don’t know what to do!”

Aeramin’s eyebrow shot up, “Did you say yes or not? You’re wearing the ring.”

“I said yes, but I wasn’t expecting it. I’m worried that I messed up because I hesitated.”

“You hesitated?”

“I had to think about it! He’s been thinking about this and planning it, and I hadn’t even thought about it, but I think it’s right. Is it right? Please tell me it’s right.”

“Is it what you want?” Aeramin asked as he folded his arms.

“I don’t know! I hadn’t thought about it before now, but now that I think about it, I can’t think of any reason not to. I love him, and we get along great. I just feel like maybe we get along too well. It’s like I’m marrying my best friend.”

Aeramin shook his head, “You’re thinking about this wrong. Why shouldn’t he be your friend? You wouldn’t marry an enemy. If he’s your best friend, and you’re in love, then why wouldn’t you marry him?”

Julan blinked. “You’re right.” He paused a moment before speaking again. “But what do I do now?”

“What do you mean? Go enjoy the party with him? Dance, drink some wine, have fun, tell everyone you want to tell that you’re engaged. Go be happy. You’re marrying your best friend.”

“Well, we were going to go home and fu–”

“I don’t need to know that part. Just go be happy, whatever you do. Can I go now? I wanted to eat. I didn’t have supper before coming.”

“Wait! No! I don’t know what to do!”

Aeramin’s ear twitched.

“I mean, I don’t know how to be a husband. I’ve never been one before. I’ve never been engaged before. This is all happening so fast. I think I’m going to faint.” He placed the back of his hand dramatically on his forehead as he leaned his head back.

Aeramin watched, clearly not amused. “I never thought about how to be a husband. I’m just myself. Faeris loves you for you. I very much doubt he wants you to change when you get married.”

Julan blinked. “I hadn’t thought of that. Oh, well, I guess that makes sense. I just never thought that anyone would love me that much, and the best part is, I love him too. I didn’t think that would ever happen, ever, and I don’t know how it did, but here I am, with a ring on my finger.”

Aeramin smiled, “It’s a nice ring too.”

Julan looked at it. “It fits perfectly. Oh, I’m going to cry again.”

“Please don’t.”

“He loves me so much.”

“You should probably go spend the rest of the evening with him.”

“You just want to go to the food table.”

“I really do.” Aeramin grinned. “But I do want to say congratulations, and I can’t wait for the wedding.”

Julan’s eyes widened, “The wedding! I need help. I have no idea how to plan a wedding.”

“I’m hardly an expert, but I know one. You’ll want to talk to Hethurin. Can I go eat now?”

Julan nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”

Aeramin got up and started heading towards the door. “Are you going back to the party too?”

“I will in a bit. I think it’s best I take a moment to breathe and calm down.”

“That might be a good idea. The spell for the light will wear out in about ten minutes. I’ll see you back in the ballroom later.”

Julan nodded as Aeramin closed the door and headed back to the party.

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Naren – The Painting

King Adinath looked forward as he posed in a stately manner. He held his head up towards the light so that the artist could catch his features well.

His sister stood off to the side. “You’re starting to slouch again.”

His ear twitched, “Perhaps you’d like to take my place then? You know I have no love of posing for paintings, Dela Eden.”

“I’m not the king, nor do I wish to be. The people have been asking for the painting in the commoner’s hall to be updated for the past five years, and I do believe it’s a small request considering how much you’ve changed since you were a teenager. Not only that but after this one is done, it can be used to make others to send as gifts to our loyal provinces. Then you won’t have to sit for another painting for another ten years,” Dela Eden replied.

The King frowned. “I suppose it’s best to get it done now. After the baby is born, I expect I’ll be shirking many of my duties just to spend time with my child. Especially non-essential things such as posing for paintings.”

“Cully told me to be ready to take over a few things for a bit. Have you spoken to him about the succession being changed?”

“Yes, and he’s relieved. I can’t say I blame him. When I was a child I thought being the king would be easy, but here I am dealing with an uprising in the eastern provinces and being scolded about slouching.”

Dela Eden grinned, “You’re doing it again, by the way. Stand up straight.”

He shifted and raised his head again. “Is it almost done?”

Dela Eden peeked at the artist’s work, and glanced at the artist, “Well?”

The artist nodded, “A few more minutes. I want to refine the sketch just a little more after I’ll be able to work without the King modeling.”

Dela Eden looked back to her brother, “You heard him. A few more minutes, then you’ll be free to run off and hide in your room with Sana.”

King Adinath laughed, “I wish! Unfortunately, I think I’m running too close to my meeting with Cully, and he never is very happy when I’m late. Rowan should be joining us today. The guards have arrested someone of interest and I’m eager to know how the interrogation went.”

“Another assassin?”

The King nodded, “Luckily, Rowan catches them before they get too far in their plans. I am considering increasing security around the castle though, especially with the baby coming soon.”

“That would be a good idea. I’ll keep my informants on alert as well. If they hear anything, I’ll make sure Rowan is the first to know.”

“Thank you, Dela Eden.” King Adinath replied, visibly relaxing.

“Tsk, no slouching now. You’re almost done.”

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Naren – The Strange Holiday

Isehari crept closer to the edge of the small village. She stayed back, hidden in the bushes at the edge of the forest. The humans of the village had all gathered in one spot, where they had erected a decorated pole. She saw no elves and no one who looked like her. Of course, Glimarin elves kept to themselves. She’d never heard of anyone leaving before, and when she had mentioned to her best friend that she wanted to travel and see the world, her friend was shocked. So shocked in fact, that she threatened to tell everyone which caused Isehari to leave a little sooner than planned.

She continued watching the activities of the village. It was some sort of strange celebration or holiday or something, she guessed. The people of the town wore heavy coats and hats, but grinned as they tromped through the snow as they made a circle around the pole. She pulled her cloak a little more tightly around herself. Sure there were cold nights in the Glimarin Forest, but nothing like this. At home, the forest kept her people safe. Out here, it was cold and uncaring, about the same as the people who lived in it. She hadn’t dared approach them. There was no way of telling how they would react to someone like her. She was obviously different. Though she wasn’t as tall as most Glimarin elves, her skin was far from the creamy pink to dark brown tones that seemed to prevail outside of her home. Her own skin was grey, but blue and purple skin was common as well in the Glimarin Forest.

She watched as the humans stopped circling the pole and started singing. It was a curious thing to celebrate. Did the pole represent something? Maybe if she could understand the words to the song, it would make more sense. She saw someone else approaching the clearing, and the villagers got out of the way for the newcomer to pass through to the center to stand under the pole. He was an elf. Not an elf like her, but one of the small elves that looked like humans. She’d heard about them, but this was the first time she had seen one. She studied him for a moment before deciding that the only difference between him and the humans were his ears. That, and he was short. Were all eastern elves short, or was it just this one? She figured she’d find out on her travels eventually.

The singing stopped and the elf spoke. She couldn’t understand him either, but a couple stepped forward and handed him a small bundle. A baby. It’s cry echoed in the otherwise silent scene as the elf unbundled it enough to expose its hands. The elf held his hand over the bundle and spoke again. This time the language sounded different, almost as if it were a chant. His hand glowed. Magic. Was he using magic to keep the baby warm? What an odd use. The magic users back home would laugh at him. The baby seemed unaffected, and its cries intensified. The elf handed the baby back to its parents. They immediately worked to bundle the baby back up while the elf spoke again. Isehari still could not understand him, but as soon as he finished, someone started playing a fiddle, and most people started dancing. Others started making their way to the table of food set up along the side of the path.

Food. Her stomach rumbled. That had been her main purpose for coming into the town, and with the celebrations going on, they had made it a lot easier on her. No one was going to be in their houses. She wouldn’t take too much. Normally, she was fine with foraging and hunting, but the snow had taken her by surprise. Quickly in to grab a little, not so much they’ll notice, but enough to calm her hunger. The music continued as she went to a second house to grab a little to eat for tomorrow.

Perhaps she could find some game to hunt so that she wouldn’t have to come back, but it had seemed scarce in the region. She glanced one last time at the strange celebration before heading back to her camp in the woods.

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