#aeviara

Aeviara,

I hope you’re recovering well enough, are you still in the clinic or have they released you?  Either way I hope things are getting better.

I’ve been keeping myself busy bouncing between Dalaran and Ratchet mostly.  My shop is nearly complete, just a few finishing touches and then I need to get myself some new furniture as well.  It’s nice to have somewhere bigger although I miss the feel of the old place, not to mention there were a lot of memories that came with it.  New beginnings I suppose.

I just wanted to check in with you, update you on things. Take care of yourself,  Dicenne

Aevi,

I stopped by the other night after Fancy Cakes on Sunday, but they told me you were asleep.  I suppose when stuck in a hospital there’s really not much else to do but sleep, especially at that late of an hour.  I hope you enjoy the flowers I had sent over at least, they’re enchanted to last a bit longer than normal so perhaps they will stay fresh for a couple weeks.

Doctor Deh’lorei is down at the Broken Shore, I’ve seen him there the handful of times when I’ve gone down to aid in repairs.  It’s crazy down there right now and I’m not sure this fighting is going to be ending anytime soon especially now since they’ve been branching out to the rest of the Broken Isles once more.  Hopefully they don’t spread any further than that.

Thank you for your offer to help, but as always I must decline (this probably shouldn’t come as a surprise anymore though, right?).  Right now I’m mostly focused on armor and weapons for the upcoming Succulent Tart fashion show on the 22nd of this month.  If you’re able to, you should try to make it out, I’ll have some of my own pieces in the show.

Until then, rest up.  I hope the Doctors there are taking good care of you.

Dicenne

He could noticeably feel the anger and resentment building within now.  It had been piling up for months, ever since his shop in Ratchet had been completely destroyed.  Now it was obvious and it left a bitter taste in his mouth and a sickening knot in his stomach.  It had all become too much to handle and he was teetering dangerously on the edge of that breaking point.  The last time he found himself there he fell blissfully into alcoholism for a half a year and nearly lost both of his jobs.  Now he had so much more to lose, so it was all he could do to hold onto that one little strand of sanity he had left.

The first letter he penned would help, it was something he had been considering for a long time now and given that things were semi-settled, it was a good time for it.  The following letters were likely not necessary as he could go and visit them as he pleased, but right now he just needed to get all of his thoughts out on paper before they exploded from him in some other manner.

Talonoa,

This is to be my official letter of resignation from your mercenary company.  I want to thank for this opportunity and for all you’ve done for me during these past months, but it’s time for me to move on and get back to my normal business before I become too overwhelmed.  Please keep me in mind for any future endeavors, especially if you’re in need of any smithing work to be done.   It’s been a pleasure to serve with you and the rest of your group,  Dicenne Amberlight @talonoa

Lynesse,

I’m sorry I’ve not been a better friend lately and that we never got to the Faire.  Even with help it’s not been easy and for that reason I decided to take my leave from Talon’s company to focus on blacksmithing and other things.  I’ll still be partially working out of Dalaran so you’re still welcome to aid me in the shop if you wish, but I just wanted to let you know before you heard it from anyone else.

Dicenne @gloamingdawn

The last letter was going to be the most difficult, their last meeting in Dalaran had been a bit awkward, mostly on his part.  It had been so long since he had seen and spent any amount of time with the woman that he wasn’t entirely sure how to act around her.  He read all the letters she had given him after telling him that she couldn’t bear to send them and worry him over her father, but then the letters themselves told a completely different story.  He didn’t know what to believe and he wasn’t about to bring that up.  Not now, not after that most recent letter.

The timing could not have been worse, but such was the way of war.

He rubbed his fingertips against both temples in an attempt to alleviate the headache that had been there since...since he couldn’t even remember when.  It was persistent and sometimes more dull than at other times, right now it was full blown and that bottle of whiskey was looking mighty tempting.  The nurse had said to address the letter to herself, but he figured Aevi would appreciate the letter more, even if the nurses had to read it to her.

Aevi,

I don’t really know how to express my emotions right now, saying a simple ‘I’m sorry you were hurt’ seems ...not so sincere.  But know that I am and that I hope your road to recovery treats you well and you’re back on your feet soon.  Where are they keeping you?  I’ll do my best to stop by but I’m finding it difficult lately to find a free moment between all my jobs and preparing for the Tart show.  It’s been....rough lately, but I shouldn’t complain.  

Aeviara,

I hope this letter finds you well, or..finds you at all.  I’ve not heard from you in some time and I admit it’s a touch worrisome, but I know there’s still a lot going on out there in the world and healers are always a much needed commodity.

Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that Saturday, March 18th which is a week from today, we’ll be hosting a Tart Speakeasy in Shattrath down in the World’s End Tavern.  I’ll send a flyer along with this message so you know the details in case you’re able to come.

Even if you cannot make it, hopefully I’ll hear from you soon.

Best wishes,  Dicenne

Aeviara,

Sorry to hear about your group, but glad to hear you’re okay despite what happened.  This was has been a rough one, our mercenary company was lucky and we managed not to lose anyone in the Nighthold or prior.  Not that it’s over yet, I’m sure there is more to come.

Anyways, I don’t know if you made it to the auction or not, I didn’t see your face in the crowds, so maybe next time eh?  I’ll be around, the address where I’m staying is listed on this letter.

Until next time,

Dicenne

Aeviara,

Haven’t heard from you in awhile, hope all is well. Figured I would let you know that on Sunday the 12th there’s a Love is in the Air Gala taking place at the Jade Temple.  Some of the Tarts will be performing, myself included.  Also on Saturday the 18th is our annual date auction and I’ll be up for that as well.  Hopefully I’ll see you at one or the other, or maybe both.  Not sure where you are at the moment, but I’m still mostly in Dalaran until the next ‘big thing’ comes along.  If you can’t attend those events maybe we could grab some tea sometime?

Dicenne

It had been so long since he had seen her, since he had heard from her.  Then suddenly, there she was standing outside of the Lounge in Dalaran looking just as shocked as he assumed himself to appear.

It hurts to think that you’re forgotten by someone you thought cared deeply for you.  Of course that was never the case but somewhere in the back of his mind he assumed the worst even if he never outwardly showed it.  He had written a handful of letters, updating her with his location as he traveled around and then eventually settled down in Dalaran, but apparently those were never received for one reason or another.  With all the invasions that had occurred it could be safe to assume that the mail system wasn’t quite up to par just yet.

She told him that it would touch too close to home for him and she couldn’t stand to see him sad.  It would have, she was right, but it was far better than being left in the dark to assume the worst.  He wanted to be there, to help her through those difficult times because he knew exactly how it felt to lose a parent, recently too.  It’s not really something you ever get over.

He left their conversation feeling slightly relieved and slightly bitter, uncertain that he even wanted to read the stack of letters she had written but never sent. Had things changed that much over the past few months? What was wrong with him?  Why didn’t he just hug her and kiss her and tell her that he’d always be there for her?

Those were questions that he couldn’t dwell on just yet, soon he’d be headed off to Suramar to join the rest of the mercenary team.  For now he needed to keep his mind clear of all other distractions.

Aevi,

Hopefully this letter will find you in time, I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be back in Dalaran tonight and likely spending a bit of time at the bar in celebration.  The Filthy Animal if you wanted to join, I’m not sure where the war has brought you, hopefully you are doing well and are safe.

Dicenne