He Who Has Remained

Left in Nuellen’s home, on the kitchen table, was a small letter atop a leather-wrapped package.

Nuellen,

Pride. Never has there been a word better to describe you in my eyes, for it is always my feeling when I hear of your deeds and see your work. You have always put so much effort into your training, and seen skill produced equal and beyond those means. It is something beyond talent that lay within you, and it only grows with each new effort you take upon yourself. This year I have watched you accomplish so much, and I know that in the coming year you will only out do yourself. For that is your nature, ultimately. The consumption and improvement of your own self.

Know that you have made me proud, and never less than that, Alorinis

In Cooper’s workshop a small, metal box was left on her workbench. On top of it was a scroll, bearing the seal of Bloodarrow over its closing.

Cooper,

Your craftsmanship has always spoken for itself, and I am sure more than a number of more grievous injuries have been stalled due to your work on my armor. I wish you to know that I appreciate the work you do for me in all aspects, and your timeliness of projects, and your willingness to take projects at any moment I need them.

Thank you, and Merry Winter Veil, Alorinis

Left on Zyra’lith’s desk was a small, wooden box with a letter lain atop it bearing Alorinis’ signature.

Zyra,

What a year it has been, seeming to go by at a rate unable to be fully observed. So much uncovered of us, our history. The joy brought to it can not be one so easily described, but to try and put words to the feeling I am left with the sense of relief. The long tension held in my chest at your loss has finally been able to abate, but with a closure that need not end anything. It was something I will always cherish, that moment of relief from millennium past coming to me.

I would have you carry something to serve as our reminder, a symbol of our rejoining at one another’s sides. I have enclosed within the box a brooch, bearing my personal sigil. A reminder of our bond, and how it has stood the test of time and death itself.

Thank you for being alive still, Alorinis

Left on Adrya’s pillow in the master bedroom of the Emerald Palace was a wooden box and letter bearing Alorinis’ signature.

My immortal flame,

Just to say your name fills my heart with fire, igniting passion and love all anew with the mere whisper of you. How I cherish it when we are away, and how I adore it when you are there for me to whisper it between kisses.

Merry Winter Veil, my love. I know I have already said this to you this morning, but once more can not harm. I feel I have little else I can say, for what has gone unsaid between us? What could ever remain that needs be shared, for is our life not already taken together in all things? I can not find words left needed to be said, so I can only then say the words that I want to say.

I love you, in everything that we are, in everything that we are not, and in everything that remains.

Alorinis

Slipped into Eleneill’s cloak when she wasn’t looking, to be discovered later, was a simple letter with the signature of Alorinis written across the cover.

My dearest,

Ever has our life been an adventure, never one to cease. It acts without regard for our desire or want; though, perhaps this is why it is our life, for ours is never want to dissuade a new adventure. It is that affirmation in your eyes every time a new challenge presents itself that I am reminded of my love for you, and how perfect that love is.

I would take us on a new adventure, while the regiment rests and the world drifts into a patience of pseudo peace. Ulduar calls to us, to explore its reaches and depths yet unfound. To discover something new.