The engines of the barge were silent, but the room felt loud. The walls were darkened with soot and had a weird sort of sheen from the particles of oil that adhered there. There were no windows, the only light coming from bare bulbs that hung on grimy wires. The engines themselves crouched massively, waiting, seemingly ready to roar into life at the slightest provocation. It was the furthest possible thing from what Nassreen had imagined her workplace would ever be. But here she was.
Gil grins at me with all the happiness in the world, even after I gave him a black eye during the delivery.
There was so much.
So many things to keep track of.
Dimetri's gift had been wonderful, Gil had been absolutely astounded when he'd heard that Lawrence had designed the crib. The entire room was perfect.
Avdis had paid him a visit, his doting wife in tow. They'd given the soon-to-be born child a beautiful handmade quilt and a very old, very large tome containing children's stories and fables.
"I told you not to buy anything Avdis..." The half-elf had remarked to his old friend as he flipped through the book, smiling softly as he read the titles of stories that had been his favourites as a child.
She walked out of Bloodsword Manor her spirits higher than they had been in days; she smiled as she looked around a book about herbs tucked under her arm as she held it across her chest, her robes fitting her loosely as she walked through the Royal Exchange. A light wind graced her face as she made her way through the early evening darkness towards the city forge as she thought again of Aelberyn. “Thank you.” She whispered
She walked into the forge smiling as she watched her father raising and bringing down his hammer on a glowing piece of metal, he dips it slowly within the cool water causing steam to gush out around him as he worked he pulled the metal out again and reheated in the forges molten flow before bringing it out and working it slowly into the form of a blade.
Bright is the sun where she shines on the trees,
Warming the leaves as they dance in the breeze.
Cool is the water, gleaming far below,
Singing his throaty song, murmuring low.
Clouds scurry, scattering wide as they flee,
Chased by the wind as he roars from the sea.
Only stone sits quietly, and she still
Suns herself, stretching out mountain and hill.
Beasts call, trees blossom, birds and insects sing:
Night is gone, cold is dead--celebrate Spring!
The talbuk's glossy white coat shone in the midday sun. The rhythm of its hoofbeats was a rippling joyful four beat thudding, like the heartbeat, like the drumbeat which could urge a willing soul into an outburst of song.
Yesterday was rather hectic. The battle at the Sunwell seems to be becoming a stalemate, the Legion’s suffering heavy losses but more keep coming. Well, when I got home I thought I’d take a shower, but while I was getting ready, Jasria awoke from the dream.
Jasria smiles lightly her eyes still closed, she could still vividly remember everything that had happened last night. Taneel asking if he could rub her ears had dumbfounded her for several seconds having never thought he'd even suggest something like that. Since that kind of motion is similiar to kissing for night elves.
It had gone beyond just that however, Jas didn't know when or how it did but soon the two had been entertwined and kissing each other. Their bodies cuddled against one another, Jasria had felt her excitement increase dramaticly even as her breath drew short. She had never experianced anything remotely like this before. She didn't want it to end, she wanted the feelings to go on and on until the day she died.
Today was much less trying than yesterday. I took Mandy out training a bit, and its nice to see she’s really putting in an effort. I can’t help worrying about her though. She wants to fight beside me against Arthas but no amount of training and skill saved Sowelu or Janiil. I still worry that I’ve doomed her by taking her in. Though I suppose she’d be facing a different doom if I hadn’t, and at least for now she’s happy.
The bedroom was dark and warm; a few beams of moonlight filtered through the window onto Taneel as he lay beside Janiil. A contented smile played over his face as he held her body to him. His mind felt calm for the first time in weeks. From the small hints he’d caught from Janiil he was becoming sure of it, she didn’t plan to live much longer. The thought made him want to fight the impending doom, or simply panic, but somehow, her seeming acceptance of it and wish for him to be happy had given him a strange calm.
She doesn’t want me to know yet... I may as well let her tell me in her own time.
Janiil let her gaze wander over Taneel as he slept beneath her, her slender body laying ontop of him. Sighing lowly before laying her head against his chest her body barely registering the warmth from Taneel. Janiil doubted it would get better, she was barely strong enough to stand, all her senses were dulled immensely. It didn't seem like it could get worse.
For her anyway...
Janiil slipped back into Taneels home as quietly as she could. She had left after taneel had fallen asleep, she just couldn't sleep at all her mind kept racing. Janiil didn't want to forget again so she had to start tonight. It was fortunate that some shopkeeps were still open even at this hour, Jan had found a thick leathbound book full of blank pages that she had purchased.
Moving across the room Janiil took a seat looking at the blank tome, she still wasn't sure about writing things down as she remembered them. For so long she had kept things secret or just been unwilling to share with other people. Taneel had promised not to read it however and Jan felt she could trust his word. She raised a finger to a nearby candle and whispered a word, causing a small flame to leap from her finger and ignite the candle.
Janiil took a deep breath and opened the tome as she picked up a stylus, she began writing.
“I think I just want to sleep for now Taneel, maybe it will clear my head.”
“Of course Janiil... My Love.”
Taneel kissed her lightly before his eyes fell gently shut, the last thing he saw before sleeping was her beautiful face, framed by locks of purple and white hair, and the last thing he heard was her voice gently replying.
9th day of the 7th month
Taneel felt Janiil snuggle closer to him in her sleep. With a smile, he wrapped his arms
around her. Moving still caused him some pain, but feeling the warmth of being close to Janiil was well worth it. He was sure that he would have a lot of work to do to deal with the results of his imprisonment over the next few weeks, but for the moment, he was content to put the torture of the recent weeks and the work of the weeks ahead out of his mind.
Taneel smiled happily as he rode along the streets of Stormwind towards the barracks. The evening had taken an unexpected turn when he’d decided to visit Janiil. On an impulse, he’d tried to sneak up on her and heard her talking to Sqawk, something about someone she shouldn’t have accepted help from, but she no longer had a choice in the matter. He suspected that this person, whoever he was, was responsible for calling her away and ending their evening together, but, until something happened, he would put faith in Janiil and trust that she would let him know if she needed him. He didn’t want another catastrophe like last time he decided to try and help without permission. Whatever was to come though, the evening had gone in a surprising and wonderful direction after he revealed his presence.
Artisania Marveloso didn't have a chance to utter a sound.
The little creature, still so soft and new to the world, fell in a heap at her feet, purple fingers outstretched. Its body, already somewhat strangely-formed, had been crushed into a pliant mass, the glowing protrubrances across shoulders and back fading little by little into a dark mass of mashed fungus.
Artisania looked down sadly at the young sporeling, then slowly raised her eyes.
[Story with a semi-related picture. Semi-related. >_> Namely for the ladies. Enjoy.]
Her breath is warm, I can feel it over my neck. Soft, tender skin, silken blonde hair. Her eyes are golden, like her brother's, almost like mine, but her's shine more brightly. Cheerful spirits and happiness, that's what I feel from her. It's like a radiant glow, like her hair under the high sun in Eversong. I still have mixed feelings for her, but it's rather clear that she's here not just to pick up the pieces, but to be there when I need her most.
Artisania Marveloso smiled wryly, watching the metal pauldron sink heavily into the snow. It was soon followed by another.
"What do you say to a swim?" Teledriath asked lightly, moving to unbuckle her bracers.
Artisania raised an eyebrow, looking sidelong at the steaming hotspring, a warm pool cupped in the snowy Winterspring landscape. She glanced back to Teledriath's smile and green eyes upon her.
"Oh… I don't think I could argue," she said softly, and rested her staff against a nearby fallen tree. They left its branches holding their gear and their clothing, and with a shiver and holler ran for the haven of the spring.
Heidel lays awake in his hammock. A few feet away, Andrade is lying in another one just like it. Strands of red hair have fallen across her face as she sleeps, and for a moment Heidel's memories show him another readhed. Lying in a cot instead of a hammock, he sees Corska. He looks over at Andrade in her hammock again, and his mind's eye supplies the details.
Artisania Marveloso did not wish to move her hand.
So Mum decided that we should all go down to the Vale to kick back and do family things. I remember we went last year and it was just Mum, dad, and me. We had a great time, and this year we had Leben and Uncle to come with us. Liore manage to make it for a day but disappeared shortly after. Either way, it started to be a great week.
"I'm very happy..."
"Because I have such a wonderful mate whom I love very, very much."
"Well...thank you, love. I have a wonderful mate too. It's a shame I'm married or I'd be all over you!"
Now it's harder to concentrate. He's standing besides me in this beautiful robe that totally blows me away. I can't help but cast my eyes on him while Fingal D'Argider recites the prayers and vows. I should be focusing, I'm trying to pay attention, but damnit ... this is ...
"Mmm-hmm-hnn..." Pop! "Hmm'mm. Finally."
Sleeping on this jagged ground makes me wish I could curl up in one of Silvermoon's fine silvery, silky beds again. My lower back was killing me from sleeping on such a weird angle. Partly on my side, sprawled across Liore's stomach ... even with a sleeping mat and bedroll, this was hell and a half. And sometime between six and seven in the morning, I finally rolled one eye opened and took half a moment to remember where I was.
“You've made a friend,” Aelu said and laughed as the squirrel looked up at Savas imploringly. The shell of the walnut that the shaman had given the animal lay in broken shards at its feet and it sat up like a trained pet, begging. Savas grinned taking his pipe from his mouth. He exhaled a small cloud and rooted about in his pocket for another treat. Aelu laughed as the rodent danced excitedly, bouncing about the shaman's sizable hooves. Savas gave a small shout of triumph and produced another golden walnut, tossing it to the squirrel. The animal chittered with delight and sat down right there to crack the shell and devour the tender meat inside. Savas winked at Aelu and she felt her blood rush to her face.
Aldred walked brusquely past the people lingering around the canals as he made his way stridently towards the Trade District. A few turned to stare after him or give him hard looks as he brushed by and sidestepped those in his way. He wasn't in a hurry so much as he was just anxious to get away. Get away from the Cathedral. Away from her.
I looked around the room. It was dark; the only light source a red globe of light conjured by one of the blood magi. I again checked my bonds to no avail… whoever had tied these knew what they were doing. The room was cold, but had an air of pretention to it; there were red satin curtains, plush chairs and couches, an elegant stairwell that lead up out of this room.