“Ann’da, do you remember the package I sent from Dalaran?”
Thavron Amberlight looked up from his upholstery work on the fancy leather chair he was making under special order for one of his customers. The leather was one of the thicker varieties, and tougher to work with than some. It was, no doubt, one of the leathers his daughter had sent from Northrend. She naturally had sent many packages from Dalaran. “Which one, Xyliah?”
“I sent it a few months ago. It’s the one I asked you to store for me.”
That one. He remembered now. “The one with the dress? I put it upstairs in the closet in the spare room. It’s on the top shelf. Did you need it for something?” He knew Xyliah wasn’t fond of wearing dresses, and that dress in particular could be associated with things she’d probably rather forget. His eyebrow quirked up in question.
The grin on her face told him before she spoke that his question must have a good answer. “Berwick likes it. I thought I’d wear it for our ceremony. It is a nice dress, isn’t it?”
Both of Thavron’s brows shot up, “Ceremony?”
Xyliah smiled and nodded. “It’s going to be small. I was hoping that you and Yara could come. I know Vessen might not be able to make it with the baby, or bring his wife to the location. It’ll be in the Ghostlands. It’s not the best place for them, I think.”
Thavron nodded, absorbing the information. Xyliah was getting married. It was less than a year ago that she, his eldest daughter, had last worn the dress at another wedding, also one in which she was the bride. It had been an expensive, arranged marriage. Luckily, the groom’s mother, Verisna, had insisted on paying for most things. Thavron suspected it was so that she would have the final say. The arrangement only came to be in the first place because she approached him on the subject of helping Yara, his youngest daughter. This was shortly after his son, Vessen, began talking about marriage with Nessna, one of her daughters. Yara desperately needed surgery to walk again, and Verisna’s husband was a priest specializing in the sort of treatment she needed. Thavron had left the decision up to Xyliah. She had agreed to go through with it.
The marriage wound up being short-lived. Although Thavron had given Xyliah the choice to back out, the groom was not given the choice. It was shortly after the wedding that he announced that he had no interest in women. In fact, he had a boyfriend the whole time, unknown to anyone else. They had the marriage annulled. The boy’s father had agreed to see Yara regardless, free of charge.
Thavron was surprised when Xyliah remained in Dalaran after the annulment. She had apparently made good friends there. He couldn’t complain too much. The skins that she sent from Northrend for use in the shop were typically thicker and hardier due to the harsher climate that the animals had lived in. The reasons for her staying became more clear when she wrote home about Berwick. She started going on trips, and sending skins from other places. When she finally visited Silvermoon with him, Thavron thought he was polite enough and well-mannered. He worried a little about his background, but he couldn’t say too much. Besides if Xyliah was willing to bring him home, then it was clear they were serious. Still it was a surprise she wanted the dress at all. Thavron had expected it would sit for an eternity in that closet, still wrapped in the box she had sent it in not too long ago from Dalaran.
He got up, leaving his work on the chair to be finished later, and followed her upstairs.
“Berwick is doing okay then?” He asked on the way up. “I was worried for a bit when you first brought him back from Northrend.”
“He is. We should be able to resume our trips after the painting job is done. He’s worried about being able to make enough. I’m sure we’ll have enough to live on while we work on getting what he had before.”
Thavron opened the closet in the spare room. Reaching up for the package, he said, “You’re not going anywhere too dangerous, I hope.” He grinned at the look she gave him as he handed the package to her. “I’m kidding, Xy. I know you’ll keep each other safe.”
Xyliah smiled back as she opened the package, checking the contents. A small box fell out on the floor. Xyliah gasped and bent down to pick it up. “How did this get in there? I thought it was in Dalaran.”
“What is it?”
Xyliah opened the box and smiled. “The ring. I was sure I left it in the dresser with the matching gloves.” She looked in the package again, grinning as she pulled out the gloves. “I guess I was wrong. I can’t wait to tell Berwick.”