Musings and Plans

This...was not a good week.

Avaraelia paced slowly within her room, eyes narrowed in deep thought. By chance, she glanced up and saw her reflection in a mirror - a face typical of a young Sin'dorei woman. What was not typical was the slitted pupils or the violet hues of her eyes. She stopped pacing, drawing closer to the mirror.

Mistress Avriella...if only you could see me now. What would you think of me, I wonder? You, who were my idol...would you be proud of me for following in your footsteps to the letter? You probably wouldn't be too happy with me, considering the attempted coup within the Felsworn...Darah was definitely not pleased, nor was his father....

Shaking her head slowly, she turns to a desk. Various reports, lists, and a few building schematics were scattered over its surface, causing the young elf to groan slightly and turn away. Her eyes wander over to a small, carefully yet roughly carved ruby heart. A sad smile touches her lips as her fingers reach out for it, running gently over its surface before picking it up.

Occult, my love...what would you say if you could see me now? Our son has a daughter, your wife in all but name now leads a House and is carrying her second child by you...oh, who am I kidding? You'd probably smack me over the head for trying to overwork myself, then drag me off somewhere. I miss you, beloved, even though you are still with us. It's just like when we first met...emotionless servant meets emotional girl. Only this time...I knew you, despite the Death Knight armour you wore. I can only hope you get your memories back.

Putting down the gem, slender fingers then brush over a small black stone. A red rune pulses gently within it, causing a spark of violet Fel to twitch around her fingers. Ava purses her lips in thought, sighing softly.

Sathard...you almost forced me to fight against you. Why? Was the order to procure this particular thing -really- so important to you that you would risk our friendship and blood? Why from Master Grim'tor's altar in specific? It makes no sense to me for the Shattered Sun to wish for a demon's rune against the Legion. I just hope that Master isn't too angry when he finds out...

Pacing again, sharp fangs nibble gently on pursed lips as the Elf walked back and forth in the room, making a soft sound of frustration. Her fingers twitch slightly, betraying the agitation of her mind.

Birein brings up an excellent point with raising pure Volanthian children, but it's a bit of a disconcerting thought. Wedding him and bearing my brother's children, even if we are not blood kin...Chuwa would most likely flip when he hears about this.

"None of this makes sense!" She stops, shaking her head slowly as she starts talking to herself. "Calm down, Ava. We'll worry about Sath and them later...right now, the Convocates are moving ahead of schedule." She pauses, walking over to the desk and shifts a few papers aside, violet eyes wandering down a list quickly as she continues to mutter to herself.

"Too soon, too soon, but it's not our choice. Not ready, but I suppose we never -would- truly be ready for such a thing as this. However..." She pauses, eyes narrowing at a single name on the list. "The Silver Circle will fall, one way or another." Grabbing a sheet of paper and a pen, Ava quickly scribes a letter, reading it over a few times before nodding and sealing it. She takes a deep breath before pulling out a violet ribbon to wrap around the scroll.

I had hoped to avoid this, given how damn distracting he is...but Ithelian is my most dangerous agent for a reason. Hopefully, he will be able to get that seat. After I find him and talk to him, that is. With luck, he won't distract me too badly with those clothes and that ridiculously smooth tongue of his. So much to happen in such a short week...

Grabbing the ruby heart and the small runed stone, Ava smiles darkly at her reflection as she opens the door and steps out, talking to herself in a resonatingly melodic voice. "The time of the Felsworn is now. Silvermoon has become corrupted and growth has stagnated. It's up to us to bring the balance back, by creating the conflict necessary to grown and understand." She nods slightly, reaching for the doorknob. "Silvermoon will be mine."

The door closed.