Dawnweaver Estates

Blog Roll Time!

Cynedra’s Blog:

https://brightbell.tumblr.com/

Camliri’s Blog:

https://camliristarfallen.tumblr.com/

Andivia’s Blog:

https://hopebringerpriestess.tumblr.com/

And my OOC blogs:

My personal blog:

https://fortuitoussfindingss.tumblr.com/

My Flight Rising Blog:

https://flightrisingdragons.tumblr.com/

And the blog where I repost recipes:

https://recipereblogs-by-cam.tumblr.com/

I put in my two weeks’ notice at work today because two Mondays from now I will be leaving the place I called home for almost ten years, and going back to the Midwest. For those who don’t know, I got divorced almost 3 years ago, and I just can’t afford to stay in Washington anymore with the way prices are these days.

This is one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make, mainly because I cannot take my teenage daughter with me, as she still has two more years of high school to finish. As a mother, I don’t want to leave her here, but I know it will be best for her to finish school with her the friends she’s known for the last ten years.

My BFF was supposed to fly out and drive back with me, but she’s had two major deaths in the family within the last two months, so she is not in a place financially or mentally to do that, so it will be just me and my cats, Lillith and Rhaenyra.

This will be the sixth time I have moved cross country, but it will be the first time I’ve done it alone.

I’m mainly writing this to just kind of get it off my chest, but also because it means I will be gone from the game for a while. I’m not sure how long, it will take me a few days to get to Ohio, and once I’m there, to get everything set back up. I am also apparently going to miss DWC, and that makes me pretty sad too, so you all will have to write some good stories for me to read.

Daily Writing Challenge – February 2026 – Day 3 – Pompous/Blur

The Holiday

“Dad, dad, DAD!”  Sendanis exclaimed, shaking Aeri awake. Cracking his eyes open, the elder elf could see that it was barely dawn. He groaned and reached for his glasses, putting them on so he could actually see his fiery-haired son.

“Sendanis, is the house on fire?” he asked, but he already knew the answer to that question. The house was not on fire, quite the opposite. It was winter and their little cabin was surrounded by the forest, and covered in snow.

“Greatfather Winter came!  There are tons of presents! How do you think he knew where we are? Did you tell him? Was it mom? Come ON, dad! Eli’s gonna open everything before we get there!” The boy tugged at his father’s hand, trying to drag him from the bed.

“You better hurry up and go, Eli might open everything before we get there,” Kalira’dia said from his other side, a soft chuckle following. Aeri sighed and threw the blankets back, shoving his feet into his slippers. He grabbed his robe from the end of the bed and tugged it on while heading into the next room.

This little getaway during the holidays had been a present from his in-laws, and Light, it was so needed. They hadn’t been anywhere as a family since shortly after Sendanis was born, Elizara had been just a toddler. He wasn’t sure about taking time off from work, but Kalira had insisted, and he was glad that she had.

Stepping into the tiny combination living room and kitchenette, he saw his children huddled around the tree, the fire simmering low, but the joy on their faces unmistakable. He went over and put a few more logs on the fire, making sure they caught, and then filled a tea pot with water they had kept in a large skin inside, to keep it from freezing. Once the pot was hung over the fire, he sat in one of the two large, overstuffed chairs and waited for his wife.

“Where is moooommmmyyyy?” Eli whined, eager as ever to start opening presents.

“She will be here in just a minute, darling. I promise you, the presents are not going to disappear in just a few moments.” His daughter did not look convinced, and pouted at her father, as if he could make Kalira move any faster.

But, as promised, just a few minutes later, she joined them, and the kids proceeded to tear into wrapping paper, opening boxes and bags as quickly as their tiny hands could.

It had been a wonderful day.

All of that seemed a blur now, such a distant memory that Aeri could scarcely remember the sound of Elizara’s voice.  He didn’t remember what was in the presents that day, or what Kalira had worn, or what they’d had for breakfast.

He did remember it was one of the last holidays they spent together as a family, whole and unbroken.

In the time before.

Now, he sat at his desk, listening to the incessant, pompous droning of some dead noble’s executor. Thank whatever gods there might be for his assistant, because Aeri was not listening to the man. His good eye was likely glazed over behind his glasses, which, thankfully, were ones that were tinted so it was hard to see his eyes at all.

When the man finally stood and offered his hand out to Aeri, he shook his hand and nodded, glad that the meeting was finally over. Now he could go home, and lose himself in the bottom of a bottle, and try to not think about anything.

DWC January 2026 – Bonus Chapter – Home Coming

She hadn’t been back in Silvermoon City in nearly ten years. The Blood Knight Order had taken her all around Azeroth, and beyond, from conflict to conflict, from battlefield to battlefield, but one constant had remained; she had never made it home. Until, finally, she insisted on taking leave.

Ella Eversun was going home.

It was time, she told herself, to return to the place of her birth, the city she had grown up, and trained in. Time to see if any of her old friends or fellow Paladins were still there. And time to see if the city was still the same.

That first night back was almost like culture shock; she was so used to sleeping in tents, or on ships, or even on a bedroll on the ground, that the actual bed in the barracks seemed too soft. She slept fitfully at first, but once she had kicked a few of the pillows to the floor, she fell into a deep sleep, unlike any she’d had in years.

When she awoke, she immediately put on her armor, although it wasn’t something she actually had to do, it was just habit. She saddled her horse and rode around the city, taking in the sights, the familiar and the new. There were some shops and restaurants that were still there from when she lived there, but there were also many new ones as well. The Bazaar was bustling, like always, with new vendors set up in tents crowded together, many more than she remembered. The Royal Exchange boasted a new inn, and The Walk of Elders seemed largely the same.

But still, the city seemed smaller, it seemed quieter, although there was an undercurrent of… something. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was, but there was a bit of unease in the air. Almost like the city’s citizens were waiting on something, some shoe to drop. She tried to shrug it off and went on about her explorations.

Over in Farstrider’s Square, near the Hall of Blood, she saw him.

It was like seeing ghost, a figure out of time. Sineros Ravenscar, perched atop his dark horse, looking like death incarnate. Her former mentor, and fellow Blood Knight. Although many may have been perturbed at his appearance, she smiled.

Seeing Sineros brought back memories, both good and bad. It was like looking back at another lifetime, when she was a young, fresh-faced Adept, ready to take on the world and help others as both a paladin and Blood Knight.

She sighed softly before she approached him, the reminder of youth gone by, and what and who she was now. The places she had been, the things she had done and seen. She knew that if there was anyone that would understand, it was him.

Putting on her brightest smile for the often silent and gruff paladin, she approached and waved at him, looking forward to speaking with him. Well, she would likely be the one doing most of the talking, but still, it was good to see him again.

Daily Writing Challenge – November 2025 – Day 5 – November 13th – Sunshine/Morbid

{Introducing Aeri’thein Cindersinger, my newest OC.}

Kalira’dia’s voice was like golden sunshine, lightening up any room she was in, lifting Aeri’s heart and mood, and charming any man, or woman, that happened to be within earshot of her. When she sang, it was magical, when she laughed… Aeri’thein fell in love with her after their first date. She was irresistible, a delicate, bright bird that refused to be caged.

Her hair was like spun copper, glinting in the light like it had embers embedded in it, her eyes were the most beautiful green he had ever seen. Not the Fel green of most of his kin, but a deep, beautiful emerald, and, oh, they were so soft and understanding. She had ivory skin and a spattering of freckles that dusted her nose, cheeks, and the tops of her shoulders. He would learn, later, that they trailed down her back, arms, and legs.

How lucky was he? Every time he looked at her, he was amazed she had chosen him. He seemed to be her opposite in nearly every way; ebony hair, light violet eyes, deeply tanned skin. He was as soft spoken and reserved as she was outspoken and bubbly. But, gods, did he love her. And she loved him, more importantly. When she, and her parents, accepted his offer of marriage, he thought he might actually die from happiness.

Their wedding was held on a gorgeous spring day, the sun as bright as her laughter. He cried when he saw her in her wedding gown, he couldn’t help it, she looked like an angel, her red hair a coppery halo around her beaming face. She was even more beautiful than the flowers she carried, more so than the church they were in, even more wonderous than the day they had been blessed with.

Aeri had never been so happy in his entire life, and they stayed happy for the first ten years of their marriage. They had a daughter, Elizara, and then a few years later a son, Sendanis. They were a mix of them both; Eli had Aeri’s black hair, and her mother’s emerald eyes. Sendanis had his eyes, and his mother’s copper curls. Eli was quiet, while Sen was just as outspoken as Kalira.

Life was good.

Until it wasn’t. Until Arthas and the Scourge. Until nearly all of his people died, his city was razed, and his daughter, his beautiful, bright, solemn baby girl, his first born, was taken by the walking cadavers that lurched through the city.

Everything fell apart after that.

Sendanis’ laughter stopped, he grew quiet, brooding, pulled away from Aeri and Kalira. And his wife… Well, Kalira couldn’t stand to look at Aeri anymore. She said that every time she looked at him, she saw Eli, and it broke her heart all over again.

Kalira took Sen and left. The divorce papers followed a few months later.

He had never been so sad, so heartbroken, in his entire life as he was when the courier handed him the packet. He begged her to just try to work through it. He begged her to go to therapy with him and Sen, or even alone, but she wouldn’t.

She said that some things just couldn’t be fixed. So he let her go. He still saw Sendanis, every weekend, and during the summer, every other holiday, but it wasn’t the same, it would never be the same.

Kalira remarried, some minor noble that Aeri didn’t know. They ended up having more kids together, a boy, and then a girl. Aeri chose not to meet the kids, his heart couldn’t take it. What if she looked like Elizara? It would break him, again, and he wasn’t sure his heart could handle it.

He threw himself into his work, which Kalira said was morbid, but someone had to bury their dead, and help their families honor the fallen. And besides, the dead didn’t leave him, they didn’t disappoint him, they didn’t tell him some things just couldn’t be fixed.