Permelia

[ I had the urge to write a corresponding scene of Ythika and her mental wanderings during the Vinguld's wedding night. ( Read Vinguld's Blog Entry here! ). So you've been warned. This is also very out of sequence of the usual 55 Word entries, so I apologize for that. ]

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Nervous pacing was not one of Lady Howell's usual habits.  She'd expected Countess Cheraville to make herself known at some point, the woman's monstrous vanity would permit no less.  But why now? She stopped and picked up the letter from her desk. 

"My dear pet," Belmilia wrinkled her nose in distaste at the Countess' phrasing.  The letter had been long, florid, and annoyingly ... self indulgent.  It was a pity she had not retained Miss Blanchard's writing style, even legalese was preferable to this.

Belmilia Carrington-Howell sighed and leaned back in her chair.  "Is that the last of it, Waxford?"

"Yes, my lady."  The estate steward gathered up the stack of papers; manorial accounts, court rolls, custumals, all the information necessary to run the estates and manors that made up the Howell lordship.  "I should have the final accounts ready by this evening."

The figures all matched up.  There were no irregularities in the reports.  Miss Blanchard was a well-known barrister of good repute.

And yet ...

Doubt lingered.  Forty-five thousand pieces of gold was a large amount of money, raising it would strain her finances severely and losing the money would set back her plans for years.

Now that I'm trying to write this post, I'm not entirely sure what I want to say.

In short, real life circumstances are / will make it difficult to continue playing WoW; however, my departure isn't a result of a bad situation, which is a good thing. I'm just not going to have the time to really devote to playing anymore, and I think it's time I moved on, anyhow.

The oil lamps flickered, casting warm ribbon like filaments of light through their crystal glass as Utmo pulled the bolts and opened the door of foyer to the night air. Fanshen stepped in, pulling a heavy black cloak from her shoulders which he took. She smiled up at the swarthy skinned man and he did the same down at her.

It felt good to be back in Stormwind after so long.  Things had finally blown over enough that Minna could come back for more than a short visit, which was good.  It'd been a while since she'd eaten a home-cooked meal, and had the time to put her feet up and simply relax.  It should come as no surprise to those who knew her that her steps should, therefore, turn to the Leaf, where a little-known service was warm meals...or, at least, kitchens available to those who would cook.