The rain created a soft serenade of sounds upon the rooftop from our cabin in Karasang Woods. It has lured Eleniel to slumber with its soft, unassuming presence. But I lay awake listening to the droplets fall one by one.
It was the perfect night to go flying. Lilthessa looked over to see her husband and daughter were fast asleep. They wouldn't notice if she just slipped out for a little while. Of course, as soon as she stepped towards the window, her feline familiar padded up. Greymalken looked up to her big, fel-green eyes.
"Mistress, where are you going?" Of course, to everyone else, it just sounded like a combination of mews and purrs. The others slept on soundly. Oblivious.
It was quiet at Cakes, the usual crowd of folks gathered around the stoop in Silvermoon talking about day-to day things. I had brought Eleniel with me, for I had told a few people I'd bring her for a visit. She could use the social interaction, and with all the bad news lately I didn't want to be parted with her for too long.
But then the pain came, rippling through me from somewhere in the shadows, tearing apart the fine silk of my robe to kiss the tender skin underneath. I'm not sure if I cried out as I fell, holding Eleniel tight to me in the harness as the light faded from my sight.
((This is sort of a mix between my tribute for Mother's Day and also the "Springtime is for Lovers" Prompt. I hope you all enjoy. :) ))
The days within Silvermoon have been quiet lately, but still busy. I have been keeping my shop tidy and limiting my fortunes to take care of my duties at home. It's hard work being a mother, everyone really does say that, but you don't know until you try it yourself. But the day-to-day catches you and sweeps you into the next moon, and before long a year has slipped through your fingers like sand from Uldum.
I was born with an unusual mark upon my stomach. A purplish-black mark that looked like a large bruise, but was perfectly centered just below my umbilicus. Even weeks after I was born, the mark never faded. None of the priests quite knew what it meant, but many regarded this as a bad omen.
After I had received the missive from the Centurion about our vacation and sent out the required letters to the rest of the company, it was time to start packing up the place. This small building had been my home for a long time, but I'd not miss the orange dust that was always in my shoes or somehow had found itself into Eleniel's pure silver hair. I had wondered if her hair would be dyed orange from it. I was glad to be finishing up the last bit of paperwork at home in my native Silvermoon. Only a few boxes had to come back with me. We decided to wait till the shift was over to move the first shipment back to the base in Silvermoon.
The days at the base camp in Orgimmar have passed mostly without incident. There was one time a man came in looking to enlist, and I had him sent to the Warchief's recruitment center itself. This was just a base camp for D-Company and the like. Freyian was doing well being my bodyguard, though it had been quite easy lately. Nothing had attacked the fort, and the only thing that drew blood were those nasty paper cuts from the file folders.
My dear precious one with hair of snow.
Sleeping so soundly within my arms.
What future lays for you?
The missive arrived an hour after I had resettled into the station post in Org. Thanks to the the Horde now holding Domination Point, it was easier to return back to Azeroth and use the old base once again. I was never happier to see the orange dust than now. I did love Dawn's Blossom and the rain, but something felt familiar here within these walls. It felt more like home.
The letter was not carried with the normal mail, instead it was carried by an orc bearing the tabard of The Warchief's army himself. He insisted that I open the missive right away and to let none other read it who couldn't be trusted. I had just put Eleniel down for her nap and I took it quickly into the small office and sat down. The man waited just outside the door as I inspected the official seal and read what was inside:
My fingers trace along the fine line of stitches across my belly, now empty from the life once within it. It is an odd feeling, to not have Eleniel within me. But at the same time, joy. For now I can hold her within my arms. To feel my love personified into a small being. One so beautiful with pure-silk for hair and eyes ocean deep. So innocent and pure in this land ravaged by war.
Each morning I wake up to my tummy growing rounder and fuller. I can no longer see my feet, but I couldn't see them a few weeks ago either. I know they are there though because when I focus I feel the tension between them. The pain from the swelling growing like a tree's seed originating from my ankles and blossoming towards the rest of my body.
It goes away for a time with a friend's spell, but it always comes back. Soon though this will be all a pleasant memory. Every morning now from my bed I pull the curtains open to let the shimmering sunlight within. I have been pretty much bedridden for the past few days.
((This is meant as joke. Enjoy))
Silent Night, Haven Night
All are waiting for my blog to write
On the First Night of Xmas, my Haven gave to me: a website that doesn't crash
Here is another picture for you all. The only warning I can give is, it's very cute!
Artwork after cut!
Artwork Under the Cut!
-Artistic Nudity Warning-
Neltharian Felgrand, my friend, my brother in the craft and within my own heart, was dead.
I woke to find the morning's streaming light coming sideways through the silken tapestries hanging from the windows at the Inn in Dawn's Blossom. The light had bounced off the mechanical chair Del had made which was off to the side of the bed. Golden rays somehow managed to aim themselves right for my eyes, which is what had woken me up so early. My love still slept sweetly next to me, silver tresses loose in a curtain of moonlight. He hadn't heard me shift slowly to place a kiss upon his brow and lips before I carefully placed two socked feet on the wooden floorboards. Just this simple movement left me breathless.
Patience has never been
one of my virtues.
My love's eyes see me beautiful
even with tiny needle pinpricks in my arms and legs
and shuffling, waddling gait.
((A companion blog to "Ashes of Anger" by Delamontre))
Within a soft dream of heather and dappled sunlight,
Clarion call of my love awakens like a bugle.
Arise sweet maiden for your Knight is lost
within the wilds of a foreign land!
He was out of me now. Finally. I whispered to the others to strike. The others moved into action quickly. Nel transformed into a demon and summoned waves of chaos. Palomia ignited herself once again, calling on the power of her broken seal. Fire wings formed behind her. She sent firebolt after firebolt at the Sha. Teslaan's blade glowed with a bright white as he channeled more into his sword. He gripped the blade and swung with a broad stroke. I tried to help despite my failing magic.
I offered no resistance as the beings took over me, letting my body fall into onto the bed for a moment. Their coldness surrounded me, filling me with an inky blackness that meant only one thing. Certain death. But now that they were within me they had let go of their grip just a little. Eleniel's light was still shimmering through the darkness deep within me in a part the Sha could never, ever reach. I clung to that tiny lamplight against the pervading, eternal darkness.
Pandaran evening fell upon Dawn's Blossom. Scents of campfires and exotic cooking filled the air and my own senses. The smells were different here and the evening rain had come, creating a symphony of gentle sounds upon my tin roof. I took my meal quietly up to my room and sat alone within the oversized chair. They were made for Pandarian bodies after all. The green tea calmed by nerves and yet my heart still pined for my missing love.
Hariq had promised he would send a scout out to look for him, but so far I had received nothing. This worry filled my heart and suddenly I just lost the will to eat. I set down the plate and continued to sip at the tea, watching the rain droplets splatter against the windowpanes and the soft chimes the Pandarans hung from their ceilings float melodically at the slight breeze. The door to my room creaked open slowly and the room suddenly grew a little colder. Surprised, I turned to find Lilliana and Nel standing at the doorway with their fel-fire eyes blazing.
Despite my dwindling powers, I was curious about going to the new land that the reports kept on talking about. I couldn't help but saite my own curiousity. I informed the imps and the others within Captain Dawnfire's legion that I would take a mini-vacation of sorts, if you could call it that, to investigate this new land myself. It would actually be good for me to know the land that others were writing about so it would help me understand what supplies were really needed out there. Letters had become lax lately, and I had not heard from my own true love since the honeymoon. I knew he was still alive. I would know if he passed on to the next life as instantly as my own breathing. He was alive somewhere, just missing. Worries ran deep inside me but I tried to hide things the best I could from others about this matter. I would find him on my own if I had to. He was somewhere in these new lands, of that I was certain.
After arriving onto the shores of these misty isles, I had to sit back and gaze in wonder. All these lands, hidden until now? It made me wonder just how many other things were still hidden from us. Taking a flight from Honeydew Village to Dawnblossom, my eyes just took in the majestic beauty of this place. Hellscream wanted this land for the Horde, however I couldn't shake the feeling that this land would never be conquered.This land was ancient and yet young at the same time. For now it was green, lush, and vibrant. How soon then, would our own eternal battle with the Alliance turn these fields crimson as well?
If one wrapped you around themselves even with tiny holes for stars,
would you keep them warm?
I don't feel all that different now that I'm married. The ring glimmers on my finger as I watch the stone catch the dawnlight. I am still surprised it all went through though, after so long of waiting. I am a true Shadowbane now. Eleniel would fully inherit our estate and I was bound for my days to my truest love. It was a simple ceremony and yet heartfelt. There were even some comedic moments as well, ones that I would treasure forever.
In the midst of the mana bomb and war, and the hundreds of sympathy letters I wrote, there was a moment of happiness. Was that what we were all fighting for? There were many who felt Garrosh's idea was foolish. I'd save my opinions till the end, but part of me felt changed, aged. Even at my dusty desk I had been a part of this whole effort. It was on my hands, too...
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. No one had warned me that having a child within me would effect other parts of me as well, more specifically my magic. I discovered the trouble when I was trying to summon Pip’tul. I spoke the words. Magic that normally worked flew from my hands in fel delight. Except.
The hot and dusty breeze of Orgrimmar filled my senses. It smelled like desert, far from the crisp ever-winter air of Northrend. Orange sands seemed to stick into my fingernails and weave within my crimson tresses. How did they not get sand everywhere? Why had I moved shop back to this city of the Orcs? That is right! It was to make communications quicker and easier. The reports from Northwatch were slowly trickling in though not much was going through. Things were still uncertain. Though war was pressing ever closer. Storm clouds were gathering upon the horizon waiting to dump their deluge upon friend and foe alike.
I was kept busy sending supply lists and extra blankets to the outpost of Ratchet. I had heard of my friends performing heavy training now. Part of me missed that, to not be part of such. I felt I was cheating in the war effort being here in my new, bear-hide chair. My new office was always busy. The messengers endlessly flowed in and out with missives to loved ones mixed in with military orders. I could tell them apart now even in the same outside envelopes. The military ones were usually thicker.
In stillness of night, worries spin webs within my mind.
Eleniel sleeps, I have not felt her move.
A long time passes, but I feel her inside.
I was sketching today and decided to do one of Lilthessa resting at her home. I used Utegarde Keep, some celtic knotwork stained glass window designs, some stock photos of some pregant ladies, and one of my own gowns as references. Things I am learning so far, man celtic knotwork is really hard!