Xyliah’s Log

We’ve been in the Ghostlands all winter. It’s probably not the best place to spend a winter, especially this winter. It’s been really cold, and there was even some snow for a bit. We did spend the colder nights in rooms at the school, so we didn’t freeze at least. We were able to keep each other warm enough the rest of the time.

It’s warmed up a little now and Berwick has been talking about what we’re doing next. I mean, I wanted to stay here for a bit to be kind of close to family, but now he’s thinking about buying a house out here. I suppose it would be nice to have a place to come back to, and a place to store things. That’s not to mention our own place to sleep when it’s cold. At the same time, I really enjoy the trips, and I can’t help but think we’ll go fewer places if we buy a house. I guess we’ll see.

If we do get a permanent home, the Ghostlands is a good place. Yara has moved out here and joined the rangers. She seems to be getting on well with them. I guess I’m still a little angry that Nessna remarried so quickly, and she married the ranger captain out here. Didn’t Vessen mean anything to her? I’m glad Yara is getting along with her well. I’ve followed their patrol at a distance a few times. I’m hesitant about it, but if we move here, I would go ask if I could help out part-time. Maybe if I got to know the captain, and Nessna, better, then maybe I’d feel less bitter about it. Plus I’m sure they won’t turn down another ranger’s help.

I should make a trip to Silvermoon soon. We could probably use some supplies, and I need to stop by to see my father soon.

Blood Elf Hunter Transmog Complete!

I’ve been working for a while getting all the pieces together that I wanted for Xyliah’s transmog.  Finally, it’s complete! 

Xy models her new outfit!

Alt Appreciation – Hunter Week

Many images, long post.  Hunters!

My main, or my main alt? I honestly don’t think I know what a main is anymore. I keep trying to raid on him, and wind up just hating focus more and more. This expansion, talents were made really good and all the other shots feel like I’m hitting things with wiffle balls. I’d love active talents if they weren’t part of my rotation. I have this same complaint about mages, but mages get it to a lesser degree. I can only pray they overhaul the talent system once again, since it seems to be the thing to do every single expansion. Oh, what was I doing? Hunter post, right. This is Jaeyn. He’s kind of my main and not an alt, depending on your definition of main, but he’s here. He’s been part of our stories too, and currently lives in Outland. The spore bat is not an IC pet, but is the one I’m forced to use for everything else. =P

 

Theronil Whitemorn is my second hunter to 90, and my first ever horde character to max level (85 at the time!) I originally made him pre-Cata to experience the low-level horde quests before everything was changed. In game, he’s geared enough to do Vaults, and while I take him once in a while, I’m not urgently gearing him up. In stories, he’s getting ready to fight in Kalimdor while his pregnant wife frets about him in Shattrath. He’s been made the captain of a small group of rangers who will be left to watch the supplies, healers and portals.  Most of the group aren’t really rangers so he has his work cut out for him.

Avanniel Windblade. She’s still level 85, but she has max blacksmithing. She’s appeared in some of our Ashenvale stories. Vaelarian Ashclaw has a crush on her. She spends most of her time on duty at the Spire.

 

Sourabhi was my third character to 70 during BC. (Jaeyn was first!). I had a love of hunters early on. ICly, Soura likes messing with blood elves and stealing from them. Like her dragonhawk?
She has made a few appearances in stories, but has so far only been a very minor character.  She’s level 85 for now.

Beroleth “Bear” Morningdew is level 85 and has bear pets. He’s also been part of the Ashenvale stories. Here, he’s pictured with his oldest bear, Norr.

 

Sunashe is level 80, having been part of a RaF team. He was originally created when I first started playing, and forgotten about shortly after as I was busy leveling Jaeyn. I do like the way he looks, so maybe, someday, he’ll reach max level. He has not been part of RP or had any stories.

Faestirah was my first blood elf hunter. She got to level 28 or so on her own, then had a RaF boost to 80. She’s my only horde character with the olympic tabard. I’m still mad about not getting the pet during that time. I tried!
Again, no stories for this one.

 

Another RaF character, Jamos is level 80. He’s one of my few male draenei. He had a small part of a story, so we know he lives in Shattrath and has a sister named Haani!

Another RaF hunter, Noradra. Level 80 and no stories, but she has a cool white serpent!

RaF… AGAIN! This is Ithorel. He ICly works on a hawkstrider farm and is currently training to go to Kalimdor soon.  When he comes back, he wants to go to Silvermoon.

Molsonetta and her cat, Biere. She’s level 30 and I don’t think I can RP her with a straight face with a name like that.  She’s on a pvp realm and doesn’t have any stories, and probably never will.

Jaen. Jaeyn was originally Jaen. When I transferred from Antonidas to Hyjal, I grabbed my old name. He’s level 24 now.

 

Jaene, the level 15 female dwarf on Icecrown, the home of <WHU>. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time to dedicate to her to keep her in the guild. I’m still in the chat channel for <WHU> on that server though.

Weylyn, also my only worgen left. I had a few others but I couldn’t stand the sniffing. I only level him with sound off.  He doesn’t get much play time but he is level 32 now!  I love his braids! He had a “copy” for the Tangle of Brambles storyline, Weylenn, but I just really couldn’t handle the sniffing when trying to level them. Weylenn was race changed, along with his two brothers. They are now Avanniel, Beroleth and Xyliah.

I decided to include a few who are under level 10 because of their roles in the stories. Xyliah is listed here, despite being level 88, because I wanted to list her with her dad. 🙂

Thavron Amberlight, level 1. He makes and sells furniture in Silvermoon. He has three grown children.

Xyliah Amberlight is Thavron’s oldest child. She’s staying in Pandaria with her husband, Berwick. OOCly – She’s level 88, and will probably be next to 90!

Vessen Amberlight (level 5) is Thavron’s middle child and only son. He is currently preparing to go to Kalimdor. He is Rylad’s father, the baby in the mage stories.

Yara Amberlight (level 1) is Thavron’s youngest daughter. It took me forever to find a server where that name was available!

Nessna Amberlight (Lightmist) is Vessen’s wife and Rylad’s mother. She is one of Sanimir’s sisters as well, and also will be going ICly to Kalimdor soon!  IC only, as she’s level 5 in-game.

 

 

Xyliah’s Diary

Dear Diary,

Everything was perfect!  The garden was lovely.  The sun was shining.  The food was delicious.  Berwick was so handsome in his robe.  I really felt like the luckiest girl on Azeroth yesterday.  Everyone we invited was able to make it.  Vessen didn’t bring his son.  I was hoping he would, but I understand they were a little wary of bringing a three-month old baby to the Ghostlands.

His mother asked me when we’re having babies.  I don’t think either of us want to right away, but I told her we plan to eventually, after we’re done traveling.  Luckily, she didn’t press too much for a time frame!  I really love our trips together, and having babies would kind of stop that, for a little bit anyways.  At least until we can bring them with us!

Tik made amazing food, and the cake was beautiful and tasted great!  Des and Tik really outdid themselves.  I wondered where the new apprentice was.  I saw him briefly that morning, but he didn’t come out during the wedding.

I’m married to the man I love.  We’re spending some time in Stranglethorn Vale now.  It’s nice here, warmer than I remember.  Caras seems to like it, as well as Ember.  Caras has made a habit of chasing the parrots already, though we haven’t been here long.  I told him he better not annoy the birds too much.  They can fight back, and he’s not very big yet!

We’re going to some nearby ruins today.  I’m excited to finally get back to where we left off.  I really love looking for treasure with him.

 

Xyliah’s Diary

Dear Diary,

I found it!  I found the ring!  I was so sure I had left it with the gloves in Dalaran.  It turns out that I had left it with the gloves, but I had packed the gloves with the dress when I sent it to my father!  So it was in Silvermoon all this time, which is great.  I had wanted to keep it anyway because technically Berwick gave it to me the first time.  It means a lot to have it now.

I invited my father and Yara while I was in Silvermoon getting the dress out of storage at my father’s house.  They’re both happy for me.  I have to go to my brother’s home in Eversong soon to talk to him.  I spoke to Hethurin about it already, as it is his home, and he may not appreciate my brother’s wife coming to the ceremony.  It wouldn’t be an issue if she weren’t his sister.  He did say it was okay, but he seemed a bit irritated.  Anyway, I figure I’ll invite Vessen, but explain the situation.  Maybe Nessna won’t even want to come.  On the other hand, it might be good for Hethurin to meet his nephew.  Anyway, I hope we can find some sort of solution.

I also spoke with Tik, the butler, just earlier today.  He said that food won’t be a problem as long as it’s not too big of a gathering.  I assured him that it wouldn’t be.  Neither of us plan to invite many people.  I’ve already had a big wedding and I think one was enough.  I think a small ceremony will be much more suited to both of us.  Anyway, Tik told me to let him know how many people he would be cooking for.  He offered to make a cake too, which will be helpful because I don’t think there are any bakeries around here.

Des has agreed to help with my hair, as well as help me make sure the dress fits right.  I know Berwick’s seen it before, and it’s probably silly of me, but I don’t want him to see me in it again until it’s time.

Xyliah’s Visit Home

“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.”

Xyliah’s Diary

Dear Diary,

A lot has happened since I last wrote.  Berwick has accepted a job to paint, from Sanimir.  He somehow bought this huge house in the Ghostlands.  He said it was cheap because of the ghosts, and the fact that no one wants to live out here.  I’m not quite sure I believe in the ghosts, but you can hear somethings at night.  It’s a bit creepy.  It has a lot of work that needs to be done too.  Still, I find it surprising that Sanimir came here.

I think the biggest surprise was that he and Aeramin split up.  After all they went through to be together, I wasn’t expecting they’d want to be apart anytime soon.  Honestly, I don’t think Sanimir, or Hethurin as he wishes to be called now, is taking it very well.  I’m not sure what happened, but he’s definitely not who he used to be.  Even his name is different.  He spends a lot of time upstairs in his room, or in his practice room.

We’re staying here in the house while Berwick is doing the paint job.  There are a lot of rooms to paint.  There are some rooms closed off downstairs that he didn’t say anything about, but there are still a lot that he did say something about.  There’s a kitchen, dining room, sitting room, practice rooms and studies.  Then upstairs there’s another seven or eight rooms.  I’m helping keep the bat numbers low, and have sent the skins off to my father.  Hethurin has a butler who kills spiders.  I have helped him a bit on my way to where I’ve noticed more bats.

He also has an apprentice.  It’s fun talking to her although she’s nearly half my age.  I don’t think Sanimir/Hethurin has told her much about himself, and she seems really surprised about some things.  Like I said, he’s really very different now.

The house is really nice.  The butler, Tik, makes really good meals.  The bed in our room is comfortable and soft.  Berwick thinks I need something like this of my own.  I told him I didn’t, and I really don’t.  What would we do with so many rooms?  Besides, I don’t mind sleeping in a tent, or even just under the stars.  As long as I’m with Berwick, it doesn’t matter.

Spring

Aranae Lightmist

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 Whitemorn

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.

***

Vallindra Lightmist

“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.

***

Latahlali Ashclaw

Dear Vaelarian,

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.

Love,
Lali

***

Xyliah Amberlight

Dear Diary,

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.

***

Alinash Brightblaze

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 Firewind

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

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 Lightmist

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!”

Xyliah Art

I did the sketch and line art for this like eons ago, but I wanted to finish something for February.  So here it is.

I took the sloppy approach because my shoulder is still killing me.

I’d also like to point out that this is the first second time she’s been drawn with her scar.  Anytime I commission art of her, it’s forgotten!

Xyliah’s Diary

Dear Diary,

Now that I finally have a book to write in again, I figured I should start with good news.  Everything went as planned.  Berwick is alive and we got him out of the prison in Dalaran.  Thankfully, Kit’s guy was alive as well.  So many innocent people died, and why?  Because one human flipped out.  I wouldn’t have followed her orders had I been on the other side.  It makes me wonder why so many did.  They were probably just waiting for an excuse to oust the sin’dorei from Dalaran, but why murder so many?  Why lock up innocents?  They could have just told us we had to leave.  There wasn’t any warning though, just arrests and deaths.

It doesn’t make sense at all, though war rarely does.

I feel a little guilty knowing that not everyone had their loved ones come home from Dalaran.  Not even all the ones imprisoned survived.  We found more than one dead elf in the crowded cells while we were releasing them.  Some people needed to be carried to the portal.  I feel horrible about the cells we couldn’t get to.

I found Berwick when we retreated back through the portals ourselves.  We wound up having to stay in Venomspite.  Luckily, Kit still had her room so we were able to share it.  I think some of the ex-prisoners may have been ill.  Captain Fairsun made sure the mages stayed awake long enough get the severely ill and injured sent to Silvermoon first so that they could get proper care.  I went to find one later but they had all went to rest by then.

I made sure Berwick ate well.  Ember kept him warm… and hogged his affection for the night.  In the morning, I asked one of the mages for a portal to Eversong.  Kit and Teniron went with us, but I think they stayed at one of the towns there.  I made a fire once we were there, and heated some of the stream water to wash him.  He was so filthy!  I washed his clothes too, and wrapped a blanket that I stole from Venomspite around him while they dried.  I did not want to bring him home to father smelling like a sewer drain.

Father is fine with us staying here with him in Silvermoon.  I offered to help in the shop while we get back on our feet financially.  I do take frequent breaks to make sure Berwick is resting.  He wants to help out in the shop too, but I’d rather that he gets the rest he needs to feel better first.

I’m not an aunt yet.  Father said it should be any day now and that Nessna is huge.  The healers thought it was a girl at first, but now they’re not sure.  I guess the baby wants to be a surprise!

When Berwick’s better we’ll go visit.  I can’t believe I’ll be an aunt soon.