Meladenya

And he did say unto me, "you will build tents!" And lo, did I go forth and build tents in mine Papa's yard and the tents were spiffy. And he did say unto me, "you will paint yon tents!" And lo, did I go forth and paint mine tents with the beauteous colors of the world--

"ANAJA ALYSSA LARETHIAN-EVA! You get your little butt here -this instant-!"

Meladenya opened her brown eyes and for a moment regretted it.  The gnome felt like a small demolition team was working in her head and could express her dismay with a low moan.  She lifted her head off of her drafting table and rolled her eyes, trying to focus on the wall in front of her as her right hand reached for the bottle she had sitting in the table's attached drink holder.  Her left hand began scratching the back of her head and she vaguely noted that her hair was not in it's usually immaculate buns, but hanging loose around her shoulders.

"Evening Mela"

"What's a Love Machine?"

 I dont' get it what can be so funny about this sentence.  As a gnome and as an engineer, if you mention a Machine I don't know, I want to know about it.

(( Written on a small sheet of Engineer's Paper. ))

She had waited in her room for weeks now. Her Imp and her Voidwalker going out on there own to get her the various ores and wires she needed, even bringing food knowing Mela would forget that she needed to eat.

No letter had come, no time and no place to meet with Desian, and Meladenya was beinning to worry.

Meladenya sighed and began to pace around the small island. Her mind was trying ot settle onthe words she wanted to say, how to introduce herself and to figure out what had been on Desain's mind when she wrote her last letter.

(( Maybe suggestive themes, but then it does involve a succubi. <.< ))

Meladenya checked her mailbox again and sighed.

No letter again. She was beyond worried. She began going through the variables in her mind.

(( Warning: many Jpegs ahead ))

I had just left Darkshire, on my way to the Lighthouse to meet a friend when I heard her voice.

There was another Boom heard, rolling across the Loch.

Mela looked up from under the table, cautiously looking for signs that the roof would collapse. She sighed and stood up, dusting herself off slowly, now feeling every single ache in her body.

Ears ringing, Head spinning, Rockets booming.

Feeling warm, sitting next to him.

Another Boom shook the side of a cliff in Loch Modan.  Meladenya sighs and began dusting away the fine black power that had settled over herself and her work benches.  She looked around and sighed at the damage;   Three soul shards cracked, 6 cadavores unuseable, and a few of her practise inventions ruined. Talk about a fine day in the lab.

"Really Abarot. I had no idea that Master Eva would have searched for me let alone have found me in Thesamar." Meladenya was fussing with her Hearthstone half distracted by it as she spoke to her imp.

"Abarot, I'm sure you would have found some thing to say about this Dwarf had you of been there instead of sleeping." Meladenya smiled, rather sweetly at her Imp, " Luckily Thukvhug was there to help us."

She had bargained hard, using every trick her father had taught her at his knee, and now all her hard work was infront of her.  On fresh parchment, marred only by the ink strokes of their contract, was the answer to her Prayer.

((From a tattered old Journal recently removed from a lockbox in the Stormwind Bank.  A note on the front of the journal reads: “To be presented to Noctifer Eva on March 19th in the thirty-second year after the fall of Stormwind.  If he does not survive, then to Thisstle Windreaver of the Watchful Order of the Shrouded Dawn”))