She sat on a rock near the edge with her book for writing her daily reflections. A flimsy fence was the only thing between her and the sheer drop off the side of the mountain. One of the seasonal streams trickled over the edge nearby. She was told it would never completely thaw, but spring was here. Some of it would.
She had been here in Pandaria for a few months now. To the best of her knowledge, no one at home knew exactly where she was. Sanimir was the only one who knew she might be in Pandaria, and he lived in Dalaran. Her oldest sister lived there as well. She frowned. Word had finally trickled in about what was happening far to the north.
She glanced back at the large building behind her. Toruviel had been brought back after she ran and told them he was there. She felt guilty for that, but Master Cheng had insisted that she had done the right thing. She wondered if Toruviel’s family was worried about him.
She frowned once more, looking down at her book. She picked up her pencil and began to write.
Dear Father and Mother…
Teniron scrunched up his nose. Not the soup again. Of course, normally, soup wasn’t bad, but Kit had spoken to one of the ladies in town and had added things to help him keep up his strength, and gain some weight. He wasn’t quite sure how making something inedible was supposed to do either.
He looked up at Kit, his eyes pleading, “Do I have to?”
She frowned sympathetically, “It’ll help you get better if you do.”
“Do you have some of that bread from the baker? It tastes better with that.”
“The baker didn’t have any of that kind this morning. Did you want to try another kind?”
Teniron twitched an ear. “No.” He frowned at the soup as he picked up the spoon. He wondered if the other prisoners who escaped were being fed horrible soup too. He hoped they weren’t.
“Volnar, I don’t need your commentary.” Vallindra stated flatly as she slammed another book shut. “This is useless.”
The imp skulked under the table, hoping to avoid his Mistress’s wrath. She’d not been happy since returning from her attempts to cure the dragon. “Those things that you tried were meant to cure elves, no?”
Vallindra glared at him. The lemons had done nothing. The spicy food had done nothing. The oil… well, it had done something. She was glad she didn’t have to clean it up. The dragon was still ill afterwards. “There’s nothing in any of these books that tell me how to cure a dragon.” she explained to the imp. “I had to come up with something to try, and those remedies do work for sick elves. So they didn’t work for the dragon. Do you have any better ideas?”
“No mistress. Volnar isn’t very smart, but he does as he’s told.”
Vallindra rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Then Volnar should keep quiet and let his mistress study.” She picked up another book.
I hope you’re still around Astranaar because you still haven’t written, and I’m going to get really mad if I find out you went somewhere else and didn’t say.
You really should come visit. Naraleth has grown already, and I think I’m doing good at being a mother. Everything is so different. I couldn’t even imagine how this would feel before. I mean I thought I loved him before he was born, but now that he’s here… I can’t even describe it.
I went to buy some new robes the other night and left Naraleth for the first time with Raleth. I went with Isandri. Do you remember her? She was the priestess at the wedding. Anyway, we were helping another apprentice pick out robes for herself, and she said she shouldn’t pick out pretty robes. Normally, I’d agree because it usually doesn’t work out. I mean it did for me, but normally it doesn’t. But anyway, her teacher likes men, so I don’t see what’s wrong with wanting to look pretty just for yourself. Isandri got really weird about it. I don’t understand why.
I don’t know why I’m telling you. You probably don’t know either, but you are old, so maybe you have some insight on it or something.
Naraleth doesn’t do much yet. We think he might be smiling sometimes, but it might just be gas. I burp him just in case.
This will be a short entry because I’m supposed to be collecting skins for my father.
Berwick is doing better each day and has slowly started to put on some weight again. I was so worried that I’d break him if I hugged him at first. I’m glad he’s getting better now.
My father has been letting us stay with him. I think he likes him.
Berwick’s been helping out some with the shop, but I don’t think furniture is what he wants to do with his life. I can’t blame him. I don’t like it much either! Anyway, I guess Sanimir came and asked him to paint his house or something. Berwick would like to, but I don’t know how big the house is, or how long he’d be gone, or anything. It’s in the Ghostlands too. I know he wants to earn his own money, but there’s no way I’m letting him go alone. We were separated enough. I plan to go with him.
Hopefully, Sanimir won’t mind.
The snow was slowly beginning to melt off of the roofs in Stormwind. Alinash was thankful that he had been able to spend most of the winter inside. I hate snow. He had gone out at night, but only for short trips to the house where the boss lived. It’s colder at night. I hate winter. He moved the pot of water from the floor and put another in it’s place. The dripping of the melting snow seeping through the leaky roof continued.
He had already tried covering his ears in an attempt to block the noise of the droplets falling into the pot. He grabbed the scarf he had received for the holiday and wrapped it around his head, over his ears. He could still hear it. I hate dripping.
He threw himself back into his bed and covered his head with his blanket. I hate not being able to sleep.
Aeramin woke slowly in the low, pre-dawn light of Blade’s Edge. His days had been busy lately. Sleeping late into the morning was not a luxury that he could afford. Everyday, he would wake early and head to Shattrath to work on the latest set of invitations. Then he had lunch before teleporting to Shadowmoon for his lessons, practice and time to see the dragon. All of that had to be done before supper. He’d often stop in Shattrath on the way to Blade’s Edge, either to pick up fresh food from the market or to get something from the restaurant behind the library. Thankfully he felt confident enough to teleport to Blade’s Edge now and was able to save the travel time.
It was only after arriving in Blade’s Edge that he could relax a little, and even then, his mind was often still on things from earlier. The books from the closed school were one of the biggest things preoccupying him now. The summoning and binding spells in some of them were definitely not made for beginners.
His mind was sometimes on other things too. Sanimir was back in Shattrath. He hadn’t seen him, but he had sent his apprentice. Aeramin hoped he wouldn’t be staying too long. The less time he was there, the less chance they had of running into each other.
Aeramin turned to look at Imralion. The blood knight aspirant was still asleep. He ran a finger along one of Im’s ears, and kissed his cheek. The blood knight stirred slightly, half-opening his eyes in the pale lighting. A slight smile formed on his lips.
“Good morning,” Aeramin whispered. “I have a bit of time before I have to go.”
Imralion grinned before their lips met.
Tik sighed as he removed the single fish from the pan and placed it on his plate. The young magister who had recently bought the home that Tik had served for all of his life was away again. To Shattrath, he had said, for only a week or two. The magister’s apprentice went with him, leaving Tik to take care of things while they were gone.
He didn’t mind being the only living person in the house. It had been that way for many years after all, but he was beginning to wonder about the young magister. The mage was odd. Some days he locked himself in his room, and it was all Tik could do to convince him to open his door to take the food that Tik had prepared for him. Then a few days after that, everything would be normal again.
Tik realized, of course, living in the Ghostlands was odd to begin with. He was in no position to point fingers. He sat at the small table in the kitchen to eat his fish, after placing a bowl on the floor with some of the uncooked fish. The magister’s cat ran to it and happily began to eat.
Esladra stood waiting outside the house in Silvermoon City. Her sister had promised to come and make a portal for her to visit Shattrath. Esladra had been looking forward to her break all year. She still wasn’t sure about going to Shattrath for it, but Vallindra had said there were a bunch of cute blood knights there. She had also reminded Esladra that she should find her own guy before mother picked one out for her. She frowned as she watched for her sister. Mother’s tastes were definitely not her own, and Vallindra was right about one thing, Esladra didn’t want to have to fight and tell mother no.
A minute later, the air shimmered in front of her. Vallindra appeared and took one of her bags. “They have a spot in the inn that they’re saving for you. Are you ready?”
Esladra smiled nervously and nodded, “Let’s go!”