#creatively crescent

The cocoa was from the Tarts tent, served by Trisandrah the chocolatier, and Ms Gloamingdawn. It was good to see Lynesse again - a friend in the Light. She admired the woman from their brief time together in the Waylight Outreach. Such a promising concept. Would that the organization could have survived the brooding reverberations of war!

Removing earrings, heavy robes and such, the Confessor made herself more comfortable, gazing over this evening’s “haul”: An amber necklace for protection, to “guide one through the darkness”; a “sun royalty” crown made with crystals wrapped in wire; and a gold rose from Creatively Crescent. (One might almost think she was attending this year’s Ball, for all this glitter and glamor...)

Sauveterre Estate tea blend, rosewater, and rose jam (lots of roses...); as well as Starweaver Rose wine, from the Phoenix Fellowship booth. “Celebrating Elvish Solidarity.” Delightful to see such celebration and honoring of ALL Elven paths. It felt wonderful to wander freely with all her kin, as well as mortals and immortals alike, factions irrelevant as all made merry in the brooding embrace of Icecrown’s hidden gem. She had even “dunked an elf”, poor Kaldorei dear. It was for charity, though, and he assured her many times over he didn’t mind! For this, she had won a mastiff plushie. Oh - and also a candy cane plushie, for her awful flirt with Dicenne, the ever-accommodating guild master of the Tarts. He’d waited in line with her to hear...this: “You must be a campfire. Because you’re SUPER hot, and I want s’more!” Thinking back to her companion for the evening, a warm smile lit her face. Ren was an absolute darling to walk with her around the tournament grounds. He had ensured she felt safe, carried her packages, provided her with food and hot drink. Complimented her aim, made sure a couple of gents speaking a bit brashly toward her were informed of her station... He’d even admitted his past crush on her...

Thinking back, she was always fond of him, as was plain in the letters they had written each other. Why had nothing come of it then, more than scribbles and glances? She’d asked and he asserted she’d acted uninterested. Was it that simple, though? Perhaps she had; but then, there were the complicating influences of Audemus and Melisande at that time. Fluttering butterflies of chaos and heartbreak! Chuckling at the thought, she put pen to paper to write a letter.

Why not? He’d admitted to enjoying being “pen pals” for a while. Happy that he was happy, she just wanted to thank him.