Mairead's blog

Meladela,

I hope things are going well back at the estates, that my lovely boy is behaving himself, and that you and the rest of my people are safe. Things have gotten out of control here and the cries for vengeance are overwhelming. Even Lady Proudmoore has left behind her pursuit of peace.

A storm is brewing.

Give in.

Too many hints and whispers over that damned box to deny the rumours.

Another year ends. A year where I am my own woman and yet trapped by tradition and family. I suppose there are many things to be grateful for at the end of this year. Many things that have happened, many changes. Both in the world and in my own life.

Elemental lords are destroyed, or kidnapped. And Neltharion – no, Deathwing, is no more. The time of the dragons is over. It is time for mere mortals to take charge and look after and protect Azeroth. What a charge for us all to have. I wonder if we will be able to live up to it. Though with people like Wrynn and Hellscream in command, I worry that we will fail miserably. I wonder if Urien will be up to the challenge when he grows up.

Lost

Not again. I can't go through this again.

Shattered

37. Silk

There is too much to do. I have done my duty to my line, and I have my heir. So why do I feel so incomplete? I have locked away that piece of my heart that loves the Tiger... no, the Wolf Cub, as he is now known as. He will never look at me the way he looks at his precious jailor. Ever. Ignoring, or even forgetting all he ever showed me, all we shared. I must forget the feelings I have for him.

And what of the Fox? Will I forget him too? I must. He has walked away from me, likely blinded by his devotion to his flame-haired mistress, not to mention the loyalty he seems to hold for the one named Lion by some, and Wolf by others. I am a fool, to think that I could deal with him, that I could even share a tiny piece of him.

Joy

                       The Ametia heir has come. My love, my child, my life.

Born with a Priestess of Elune nearby and brought into the world, under Her blessing.

It was finished.

The tall sculpture rests on the table before her: several birds of carved gemstones in a barren tree made of obsidium wires twisted and tangled up around each other to make the illusion of bark.

Yet within the chaos, there was order as well. Just like her thoughts.

11. Earth

The Lady of the Land paced the borders of her property, and estate that had been abandoned to war and plague. She still believes that with enough time and love, the fields would grow again. She knelt down and sliced her finger open, offering the blood to the earth, reaffirming her bonds.

Now though... now her lands are wracked with tremors, elemental rifts and cultists and her bond to the earth is holding her captive, in pain, as the earth is in pain. People swarm around her, their voices a meaningless babble to her ears as she shudders in time with the rocking land.

30. Peace

((I figured I'd give this a try, only three to start with, but I'm interested in writing something for the entire list.))

5: Coffee

She still remembers her first taste of the dark liquid. Bitter and energizing. Rich and decadent, mixed with chocolate. A smooth treat that would haunt her memories as she studied the rituals and nuances of demonology and fel in the murky depths of a Stormwind pub; a front for darkness.

The morning light filters through the windows of Mairead's Dalaran apartment, revealing a suddenly-pale young woman gaping in shock at the letter in her hands. One slender hand rests just above her left breast, covering the black rune tattoo that Ulric had given her; that night when they had undergone his ritual, a ceremony to bind them together forever.

((I was listening to Altus Silva repeatedly when the idea for this post came to mind, the events of the post happened close to two weeks ago, it's just taken me a while to hammer out the post around the song.  Listen along http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DHxCmwa-lQM ))

“Tamed.” That is what he called himself.

Even under the shattered eyes of the fox there is still a bite, a fire.

To offer friendship is perhaps dangerous, but the Lioness knows how to handle barely-tamed creatures.

Offer hope to the hopeless, oh Lioness. Offer hope that the tamed spirit can be released again.

Next time, if I get tainted by a demon, I am NOT letting myself get tossed into a raw mana stream. The end results are too chaotic for me.

Mairead grimaces as she works on a new gem carving, the light in her work room catching on her raven hair. The silver streaks some mana-high mage had placed there as a thank you for allowing her to tap some of the raw mana that had been coursing through the warlock's body now faded, thank Elune.

I doubt Iloam will tell me what in the Hells happened during that 'party', but I will have to ask anyway. Perhaps when I next see him.

There are those who would say I am playing with fire.

Why shouldn't I?

I cannot have the one I love, why shouldn't I have some fun?

So, one is an elf and the other is one who served grandfather.

Let me be burned.

I have little else to live for.

Let the games begin.

Mairead enters her small apartment in Dalaran and locks the door behind her. Her green eyes focus on the bare floor where she had sketched out a summoning circle earlier in the day. Her voice raises up in a soft song as she moves towards the nearby table, her hand brushing against the overstuffed pouch at her side.

Run. 

Hide. 

Conceal your scent.  Be where he least expects you.  Seek for the one who knows him best.

Keep moving.  Do not camp in the same place.

Mairead sits before the small campfire, the forest of Ashenvale silent around her, clad only in a simple white and black blouse and dark pants, a large purple and black bruise visible through the thin fabric of her shirt, covering her left shoulder and down her side and back. The light of the campfire glints off of the delicate figurines she had created while spending time with Tamlin.

How did it come to this? Summoner I may be, but how is it possible that I am able to see the Dream when guided by Tamlin?