Darcy

Monday Morning

Darcy sat on one of the paired sofas in her apartment. She cradled her head in her hands as she listened to Raeyth clean out a cabinet in the kitchen. She’d kept it locked since the Abbess congratulated them, and inadvertently informed them, of her pregnancy in early November. So the Blood Knight wasn’t supposed to drink, by her doctor’s orders.

Monday morning
Heading back to Orgrimmar
Back to squad and duty

There was once a time when death was the end. People were born, and they lived, then they died. Beyond the veil, they could rest in the Light, at peace. Sadly, this was not the case anymore.

Sierra smiled broadly as she walked into the forge, her evening had been amazing, she met an interesting man, she had a pleasant dinner and she still made it home early enough to open the Forge, her dress was starting to get uncomfortable, she should have never worn it on the ride home but it no longer mattered, she was home.

“Morning Liem…” she called out as she walked into the forge seeing things had already been started up. Walking through the forge she looked around for the man before turning back and almost stumbling right into him.