catching up
Reunion
(( Bit of a precursor to Judgment At The Dais. ))
Just shy of two weeks left before the big bash. Work's going well, like they're only too eager to be done with it even after that unfortunate incident not so long ago. Can't say I blame 'em, though. Guess it's time to start figuring out what to feed people for this...
[Daenyra] Thoughts
I had been there a long while, and so it took some time to remember why I had gone there in the first place. At first, I thought it had been the trees. The smell of resin is surprisingly pleasant, and was relaxing to me. It helped to clear my cluttered, Light forsaken mind in absence of any real influence, Lich-rooted or otherwise. Pine is a strange smell. It is poignant, a unique smell that is neither bitter nor sweet, but distinctive in that to me, it smells of age. Not age as in the slow creep of human years, but age in the preservation of thoughts and ideas over a very long period of time, hundreds of years, simply germinating into understanding. I suppose this smell was comforting because I am myself, aged. I preferred to think of it that way than to associate it with the musk of the progenitor of a family that I had striven to protect. Such associations are and were not healthy.
Catching Up
It was hot. A nasty, dry heat.
He was stuck in the center of a ring of constantly glowing coals, one that Avoca made and sealed; she'd shut off his connection to any ley energy. He couldn't reach out past the invisible barrier to inflict any damage.
Homecoming
((I'm apologizing in advance for the dry, uninspired wall of text! Caveat lector.))
Three days ago I learned that, in spite of the old saying, you can go home again.
Caught
It crept up silently, a cold hand around my ankle, and threw me to the ground.
The plague. The Scourge. Their coming. Their... invasion.
When the goblin came to the door and said he was to lease the Rest, and ordered me out of the house, I obeyed out of sheer terror. Anything to escape monsters in the street and the threat of sickness and disease that pervaded the city. I admit to running, and I ran where Kaldorei tend to go when accosted from the outside world: underground, to close my eyes to the world above.
It's the Little Things
I went to bed last night happier than I’ve been in a long time. It’s easy to ignore how lonely you are when you hardly see anyone else. Nothing to compare it to, after all.
But last night so many friends showed up, even falling from the sky! Strange to see how much they’ve changed alongside all the ways they’ve stayed the same.
A Moment to Breathe
Night deepened around Stormwind Keep, the lights dimmed in various chambers, including the new quarters of the Silver Dragoons. Lirriel and Drauglos lay in bed in her room, talking. She was thankful Harrigan hadn’t disallowed Drauglos’ visits despite her confined status. He'd arrived via portal from Dalaran for a surprise visit, for which she was also grateful.
"You've actually had a longer association with the Dragoons than I have. It's never going to quiet down, is it?" She asked.
"To be honest? Nope."
She reached over to brush back his hair. "Good and bad things to that. Never get bored, for one thing. Damned little time to breathe, though."
