It had been quiet for them since their return to the small estate that Eli’yon kept up in return for him and Eleney’a’s living arrangements there. Life had, for most purposes, returned to normal. There were very few hints to allude anyone to their noble births with the way in which they worked about the estate. It was true, Eleney’a did have a small household that would assist her and Eli’yon had a farm hand or two to assist him. They’d occasionally allow a wayward traveler to spend the night within the abode before venturing out in the morning with a renewed sense of warmth and a full belly. The visions that Lord Duskhollow had implanted in his mind prevented him from obtaining a full night’s sleep since their departure however. He hadn’t mentioned any of it to Eleney’a. It was in part because of his desire to not want her to worry, but another part of his pride swelled with keeping such things a secret. He had never wanted to ask for help of anyone.
The sun was beginning to fade beneath the line of the trees that lay near the edge of their property and Eli’yon took that as his cue to return to the homestead on the estate. Valion had flown over the treetops at a speed which had made Eli’yon’s loosely fitting shirt ruffle wildly. It was rare that the beasts experienced combat these days. Eli’yon had delayed his deployment to Argus temporarily and his menagerie had settled in somewhat nicely to daily life, or so he had liked to believed. The hunting for their food had satisfied what he could provide in way of bestial urges. The wolfhawk landed in front of the estate with a hasty gust of wind and Eli’yon quickly slipped from the fur, patting the beast on the head briskly before shooing him off. He was trained well enough to know the grounds and where he could and could not travel to. It had given the beast master little to worry of. “Neya?” Eli’yon called as he stepped through the doorway and ran a hand through his newly tangled hair as a result of the flying.
There was a soft sizzling sound that seemed to echo through the small estate, the delightful scent accompanying it would allude to what she was doing and where she could be found before her voice carried through the hall to respond to him. “In the kitchen!” She was unlike her sister and many of her noble lineage in many ways, one of which was such a simple little thing but a difference made nonetheless. Eleney’a stood before the large oven with her thick, long, dark brunette hair messily tied up in a bun and very simple dress covered by a dainty apron. As he would enter into the room, she would not pause in her preparations of their meal, however she would glance over her shoulder to offer him a smile. “Welcome home, I hope the day was profitable?”
Eli’yon made his way through the modest estate with his nose leading him moreso than her voice. The dried mud on his boots trekked through the manor somewhat that followed his path through the halls. He arrived to the kitchen with a rather humble greeting as his hands loosely found themselves about her waist and his lips quickly pressed themselves to the crook of her neck. “I was expecting you to be wearing...less,” he spoke in a rather teasing manner as he pulled away from her to seek out the icebox. The magical contraption did an interesting job at keeping things and fresh and cool. His hand reached for the pitcher of mead and he poured himself a hefty helping of mead. The liquid was more than halfway consumed within seconds of the pour and he found his slightly dehydrated body only temporarily restored. “The fields are turning nicely.” He responded with a light shrug as he brought himself to sit at the small table a few feet from the oven. “And your day?”
She gave a slight pull away from him at the touch to her neck from his lips, but only because the sensation was a bit of a surprise and it brought slight goosebumps to form over her skin. There was a soft giggle that aided in showing that she wasn’t doing it maliciously. “It’s merely a piece of fabric, Eli’yon… though, I suppose I could have done without it and simply worn the apron,” Her response came almost as a musing for herself, something to remember in the future. “However, we have had some others coming and going today, I did not wish to flaunt myself before them without you here.” She turned around now to face him, listening as he continued on about his day a bit. “I’m glad to hear it, you’ve been putting many hours into it for it to fail. As for me? Quite uneventful -” Her words were clipped as she noticed the mud that had been tracked through over the floors.
With a determined pace, she moved to stand before him with hands upon her hips, a spatula sticking out from her grip. “Eli’yon Starfury! I spent most of my day tidying this pigsty up and you cannot find it in yourself to remove your boots before coating my floors in dirt?”
Eli’yon’s attention had drifted partially to a freshly baked loaf of bread on the table and he quickly took it into his grasp as he tore a rather large piece away. He placed the loaf back onto the piece of cloth that it rested on and he took a bite of the slightly warm bread. “You could have flaunted yourself before them,” Eli’yon admitted with a hushed chuckle as he swallowed the bread that remained within his mouth. “I am not opposed to showing others what is mine.” His voice was amused as his features mimicked the reaction of such as he smiled up at her as she approached him. Though when he had noticed her reasoning for doing such, he paused abruptly. His gaze dropped as he brought the tankard of mead to his lips once more in an effort to avoid the subject matter. “You do have a lady or two you can request to clean the floorss, Neya.” He responded somewhat swiftly. “It’s just simply some dirt.”
Her lips pursed and brows furrowed, an expression that often would oddly resemble her sister. “Yes, I am quite aware that it can be cleaned again by another, but the fact that I already spent my time doing it originally!” She was truthfully upset but it was not a serious discussion as her lips tugged into a grin and she founds herself chuckling. The spatula was placed to the table and her hands reached to undo the simple ties at her shoulders that would hold her dress in place, causing the fabric to fall from her form and simply remaining the apron. “But you do no not mind showing me off, hm? As yours, you say?” She asked, turning the conversation once more to turn the conversation to what it had been prior.
He indulged himself with another sip of the cool liquid as his pale eyes watched her intently. The falling of the fabric from her frame had caused his attention to watch its descent in an entertained manner as his eyes drank in what was visible of her frame on their way back up to find her face. “I do trust you to handle your own,” he replied to her as he placed the nearly empty tankard onto the wooden table. “Should some man find it within his being to do more than look, but I trust that those who come into this household would not.” His words were confident and his features held a similar look as he smiled up at her in a cheesy manner. “Not many so eager to find themselves in combat with one who has devoted their life to such things.”
“Of course, Eli, my loyalty is all yours,” Two fingers came to rest under his chin as she lowered herself down to place a soft kiss to his lips. “However… now that I have your attention, you’ve enjoyed some food and more to come, I believe it might be time for us to have a certain conversation that has been put off since our return. Before we become a bit… distracted…” Her gaze lowered to regard her mostly naked form as she stood straight once more and anxiously awaited his response.
Her initial words had caused him to smile somewhat but her continued voicing had caused that smile to disappear just as quickly as it had come. “You mean the conversation that your sister and her dog encouraged us to have?” He asked as his body slinked back into the chair somewhat. His hand moved upwards to indulge himself into his nervous tick as his fingers twisted the hair of his beard around them. His gaze was upwards and on her, waiting her confirmation despite knowing the answer to his question.
Eleney’a offered him a knowing look, her brows raised ever so slightly as she met his gaze. “Yes… that one,” She began before heading back to the oven. Her entire backside was now exposed as she had removed her dress, which she realized too late might have been a bit of a distraction and probably should have waited until the conversation had been completed. The food was removed from inside the oven and whatever pots or pans were on the stovetop were set aside. As she spoke, she went about preparing their plates. “You know, he is to be my brother-in-law and while he may seem a bit stuck on his high horse, I do not presume him to be such a bad man… and save for a few quips at you during our dinner, I could think of only one reason why you would be so against him…” Her words were a bit somber in nature, hinting at his remaining feelings for Elenaris but not speaking them loudly.
Her words had caused him to grumble beneath his breath in a quick and dismissive fashion as he pushed himself from the seat. Her current placement was more than enticing and more than inviting for him though he resisted his urges temporarily to grab the pitcher of mead and return to his seat with a loud thud sound of his body settling into the chair once more. “I do not still love your sister,” Eli’yon quipped loudly and in a forceful manner as he poured himself another tankard and ripped another serving of bread from the loaf. “How can you not sense that there is darkness within that man? Call upon your studies of the Light and feel something. He will bring nothing but despair and I believe you think that too.”
She stopped in her movements as he spoke, taking a moment for a steady breath and then she resumed her actions to pick up the plates and turn to place them upon the table. It was a simple meal, some meats and veggies with potatoes, but enough for them. “Do I sense a darkness? Yes, of course I do...but that darkness is also inside my sister as well and I think that perhaps the two of them together may do good things for her. At least keep her in line, keep her sane to some degree so that she does not fall further into the shadows. Who knows, I may be thinking too highly of Elenaris and her newly engaged but I know at least one thing is that while you may be disagreeing in their ways, she’s carrying my little nephew and if he brings nothing good but that one thing, I am grateful for that.” She went about picking at the food as she spoke, lifting her gaze to him ever so often to ensure he was listening. “And the way you acted at the dinner spoke tones of a different song… if your feelings were as deep as I imagine they were, it is okay for them to not completely to disappear.”
Eli’yon drew in a shaky breath and released it as Eleney’a brought him the plate of food and placed it down before him before moving to sit across from him at the tiny, wooden table. The food smelled delicious, as did it normally when she prepared it and his hand grasped the metal fork quickly to poke around at the contents of the plate. His opposite hand once more gripped the tankard and he took a healthy sip before placing the wooden mug onto the table. “Neya,” Eli’yon breathed as he placed the fork down so that a hand could move to hold the bridge of his nose. “You speak of my love for your sister but by the Light, I’ve no idea what you speak of. I had a military alliance with your sister and nothing more for as far as I can remember,” he admitted to her, his hand dropping away to reveal his pale hues to her and prove his honesty on the matter.
She had taken a few mere bites of the food but as he spoke, she completely stopped in all movement. “You..what?” She stuttered out, her lips falling apart slightly as she continued to try to comprehend what he was saying. “I’m sorry, what do you mean you do not remember anything more than that? Did you have an accident and did not tell me of it?” She stood and rounded the table to run her fingers through his hair in a manner of examining. “Did you bump your head?”
He seemed to become rather irritated when she rose from her chair and began to run her fingers through his hair in search of a possible wound. She wouldn’t find one however as he as there was no wound to be discovered, just slightly knotted hair from the flying he had done on his way home this evening. “This is not a joking matter,” he replied softly as he glanced upwards at the woman. His face appeared to be solemn and his eyes hinted at only being slightly panicked on the matter. His voice cleared, a possible defense mechanism to stop himself from becoming anymore emotional than he already was. “I can’t remember. Months of time? Gone as if it were nothing and at night? I’m plagued with these awful nightmares that not even the apothecaries can cure with their magics and their herbs.”
“I was not joking…” She said softly as her hands dropped from his hair and she began to look him over with just as much concern as she slowly bent at her knees to lower down before him. She sat on her calves as she gazed up to him. “Eli’yon, what has happened to you?”
He released a heavy sigh at her response as his line of sight followed her movements. Where she had gone, he had seemed to follow without actually moving. His hands dropped to lay in his lap and his eyes finally moved to shift to staring at his callused hands. He felt violated and unsure of himself. How could he actually know what was the truth and what wasn't when things were stripped so quickly and easily from him. “I've no idea,” he finally breathed. “All I know is that the man whom your sister calls her husband is responsible and I cannot even find it in myself to find a desire to fight him on it.”
The dainty and sweet features of Eleney’a’s face seemed to distort into more of angst fierceness. She quickly reached up to where his hands were in his lap and took hold of them with a stern grip. “I will figure this out, Eli’yon… surely Elenaris is unaware of what has transpired,” there was a steady inhale of a somewhat shaky breath. “Eli, I know you feel somewhat lost and that you’re unsure of what is and what isn’t real but… this is real,” her hands squeezed his even tighter,” I am real, okay? We will figure out what has done to you...if that is what you desire.”
The moment that her hands took his own, he managed to jump slightly. The feeling was comforting from heras Eleney’a had grown to be his primary source of support whether she had truly known that or not. “She’s not a fool,” he breathed quietly. “That much I am aware of.” The memories that had been left of Elenaris were just things that most citizens would know of her. Her status within the community, her wealth, her power and her ability to make an entire room bend to her will. The personal connection with her was gone, perhaps never meant to be returned. “I want someone to make him pay for what he has done to me. I want to be able to feel and know why I feel those things. Not to just feel things out of nowhere with no remembrance.”
“If you want your memories back, we will get them back, whether Elenaris knows or not. Whether she helps or not…” Eleney’a reassured him, her grip onto his hands was unwavering as she continued to speak, that was until she released with a single hand to reach up to cup his cheek softly. “Forget the prior conversation, we need not to kneel before their desires any longer, especially with this. We will live our lives the way we wish for as long as we wish. I was willing to have some sort of agreement or perhaps some sort of compromise but not now, they are not our rulers.”
He seemed slightly relieved at her change in decision but her unwavering support. Eli’yon knew the troubles of families with morals and mindsets that differed. His own family was a product of that. Mat’aes was the only Starfury that seemed to hold his father’s favor without interruption. Eli’yon and Aris were very rarely within that spotlight and he had almost preferred it. His marriage to Elenaris or even Eleney’a would have been giving his parents absolutely everything they wanted and regardless of his love for either sister, he was not so willing to indulge their wishes. “If we do not agree to their wishes, her dog has already made it clear that he will separate us,” Eli’yon finally spoke up as his chin leveled and his eyes bore into her own. “We’ve no choice than to submit or face unhappiness.”
She offered a heavy sigh as her hand fell from his cheek and both rested to his knees to aid her in standing. “Well, one way or another, a choice must be made. Unless you forsee looking for a different mate, I see little reason to fight the idea of us marrying, getting it out of the way and would no longer have to be concerned about any of it.” She pursed her lips as she gazed down to him now that she stood over him. “However, if it is truly something you do not wish, we will leave Quel’thalas and be rid of their heavy hands in another land.”
Eli’yon inhaled sharply as she pushed herself to stand once more and he followed suit to stand as well. The blonde man towered over her as his gaze softened and his neck craned so that he’d be able to gaze upon her. “Let us elope then,” he suggested as one of his brows rose momentarily. “Let us have a quiet ceremony in the woods with one witness and an officiant. Let us bring nothing special but ourselves and wear nothing fancy.” He explained to her, possibly in hopes that it was something she was agreeable to. If he were to marry it would be her in something quiet and private. “We need not tell Elenaris, her dog, or my father. It is none of their business.”
It was no playful surprise that Eleney’a offered in way of response to his suggestion. She took quite a long moment to respond and when she did her words were a bit soft. “Eli’yon… I don’t want you forced into anything simply because of the concern that they will attempt to control us further.” Her chin had lifted so that she could keep her gaze on him but her eyes flicked over his features briskly as her mind whirled with thoughts. “But if it is what you wish, I would be happy to join you.” She stated with somewhat of a blossoming pride. “ And together we will bring consequences for what has been done to you.”
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The journey was made quick from the Starfury’s estate to Silvermoon. He had little time to waste in making his arrival known and thankfully, with his father’s help, he knew exactly where he was to be going.
The crackle in the air lingered as the static slowly softened around him after he stepped through the portal that led directly into the Spire. His muscles tightened and the small hairs upon his skin stood erect as he grasped the bottom of his vest and pulled it down in adjusting.
He sniffed, clearing his throat as he began to tread out of the Spire and into the city almost as if he were the Lord Regent himself. Mat’aeas walked with a since of pride, stubbornness perhaps, he would take a single glance at everyone he passed on the streets as he trekked to his desired location outside of the city and onward to Falconwing.
As the evening slowly passed, he sat in the darkest corner of the tavern they called The Smoking Crow. He observed each face, listened to the arguments, and of course, drank their whiskey slowly. His jade green eyes searched them and finally found the two he had been looking for.
To his advantage, one by one, the others left, leaving just a single woman and man as the bartender began to wipe the bar and put away the drinks. With swaying hips and an adorable little limp, the blonde haired woman took her leave but not before she had seemingly given the hunter a small token of her affection.
“Hm...” He hummed to himself, awaiting for the most opportune moment before making his presence known. The man known as, Eli’yon, took his steps toward the door before Mat’aeas cleared his throat to gather his attention. “Father didn’t mention she was such a lovely little bird.” He called over, grinning as Eli’yon turned to approach him.
“Hello, brother.” He greeted the man as he finally stood with his arms crossing over his chest.
[RP snippet from @eliyon-starfury and myself! After @chancellorofthenephrim shot him in the foot....]
Eli’yon had managed to spurred Arius on through the woods at a pace that seemed unattainable with the large worg prior to this. Handling the beast with the two of them on it required a certain amount of skill and exposure to such things and with the bullet in his foot, nothing was made easy. It was almost as if the servants had telepathically communicated with Elenaris because there had been more outside than the previous nights. The stable boy had quickly intercepted them and grabbed the leather reins of the worg so that Eli'yon could carefully assist Elenaris off prior to sliding off himself. Two more servants had come running from the estate at the stable boy's request for help and met Eli'yon with each of them coming to assist him on either side.
They had helped him through the estate to one of the rooms where he had not yet visited and sat him on a bench prior to calling for a physician. The two servants had began to attempt to remove the plate boot from Eli'yons leg, though not entirely carefully. "Hey!" Eli'yon shouted angrily, specks of saliva spouting from his lips at the abrupt yell. "Careful now, lest you make it worse!"
Elenaris followed in behind him, gesturing to each servant to do this or that. "Eli'yon, hush. But do be careful, please." She addressed them both before moving to pour them both two healthy glasses of whiskey. "Here, I figured instead of wine tonight..."
The hunter squirmed slightly in the grasp of one of the servants who had moved to hold his shoulders in place so that the other could attempt to remove the boot. His gaze moved from his foot to Elenaris as she extended a glass of whiskey his way and he snatched it from her grasp without a second thought. Whiskey wasn't his preferred, but it would do and was certainly better than the wine that Elenaris seemed to habitually gravitate towards. In two large gulps, he downed the amber liquid and extended the glass to her lest he break the object in his grasp. It wasn't much longer until the boot was removed and the blood smeared flesh came into view. The bullet hole wasn't entirely large and thankfully hit in the center of his foot, managing to miss any toes.
The physician had entered the room not long after and Eli'yon offered him a glaring look. He didn't entirely trust doctors, regardless of how many times he had been wounded. "Let's just get this bullet out or I'll take your eye instead, aye?"
She sighed heavily, taking the empty glass and simply replacing it with the one she had intended to drink from yet had not even had the chance to sip before his was gulped down. With decent force, she pushed into his shoulder. "Would you sit back and leave them to do their work! This is your fault, you know, so take some responsibility and deal with it." With that she turned to refill the glass that she now planned to keep for herself.
Eli’yon had shot his line of sight up to Elenaris as she pushed back on his shoulder. Her abrupt force had caught him off guard and he sat somewhat in awe. He knew she was firey and that she had a headstrong nature of her own but he had yet to see it entirely directed at him. Save for the altercation with Malice in the street. He sighed loudly, which he was sure Elenaris could hear, as the doctor took a seat and dipped his hands into the bowl of warm water that the servant boy had fetched after removing the boot. He peered up at Eli'yon from behind small glasses that rested loosely on the bridge of his pointed nose. "This is going to hurt, young man," the physician stated as a bit of a disclaimer and wrung out the cloth that lay within the basin. His touch was delicate as he ran the cloth along Eli'yons foot to attempt to clean off the blood around the bullet wound. After repeating the process nearly up to five times, he had dropped the now pink cloth into the basin of red water and reached for the plyers that rest on a tray that had been wheeled over. Eli'yon braced himself, his hands gripping the cushion of the bench until his knuckles turned a faint color as the physician began to dig in search of the metallic object.
Elenaris returned his surprised gaze with a look of her own. "Well what do you expect?" She grumbled, glancing downward to the physician as she nodded to him to offer her own approval to do what must be done. As he went about his business, she turned to place herglass down and took his to do the same. Disregarding her robes, she knelt down to the floor at his side and moved to remove the gauntlet that covered his hand so that she may grasp it without worry of her own bones being crushed. "Look at me." She said softly, reassuring.
The man had been taken even more aback as the blonde figure crossed the room to kneel at his side. Perhaps it was the way in which he was raised still engrained into the forethought of his mind, but his initial reaction questioned why a lady of her status knelt before one such as he. It had taken a moment to register that Elenaris had removed the expertly crafted gauntlet and placed it aside and his hand flexed momentarily as it was freed from the plate and mail armor. His fingers wove between her own as he gripped her hand tightly though made himself aware of how tightly he was actually holding her to save her from any additional harm. "Almost there," the doctor mused as he dug around a little deeper and the faint sound of metal hitting metal could be heard. He had found the bullet, but removing it now lay as an ever present task. Eli'yon roared in a sudden sense of pain as the pliers were dug around once more in an attempt to capture the bullet and he tried to pull his hand away from Elenaris' so that he could take a poorly aimed swing at the doctor.
A would wince slightly as his grip tightened around her own, though she show little of it to him. As he attempted to pull away, her free hand moved to come over his arm arm. "Stop it...by gods is this all you do?" She asked, attempting to prod at his anger to be more directed at her in the form of words instead of physical action taken against the innocent physician that was simply doing his job.
Eli’yon pulled somewhat harder at Elenaris' hand, not exactly expecting her to take hold of his arm and keep him more firmly in place. There was one more large bout of pain before a sense of pressure was relieved from his foot and the physician could be seen holding the bullet between the pliers and gazing at it in some sort of wondrous trance. Eli'yon's attention on the older Sin'dorei was short lived as the feeling of warm liquid could be felt running down his ankle. The removal of the object gave a means for the blood to begin flowing once more. "It's been a suitable way of handling things this far," he replied to Elenaris finally, his eyes falling upon her own as he tried to tug at her arm once more. His attention ripped from her when he could feel the faintly familiar feeling of warmth against his foot as the physician emitted a pale light from his fingertips. "No magic!" Eli'yon shouted, startling the physician who abruptly jerked his hand away. "I've no other way to fix it, Lord Starfury," the physician replied quietly and meekly. "Save for packing it and letting it heal over." Eli'yon nodded at him, providing a silent means to an end of how to leave his foot without allowing some power of the Light to fix it. Eli'yon had renounced that faith years ago.
Elenaris glared at him, her harshness over him was not waning even in this moment of pain. "Has it, now? Seems to me from my vantage point, it has brought you nothing but trouble." She nearly jumped as his voice grew louder in protest at the Physician's choice of healing. “Promise me...You will do what you can to curb your temper?”
He watched cautiously as the physician packed the bullet hole and then wrapped it with gauze. The gauze had formed something that mimicked a sock except for covering his toes and it had taken him moments to pry his gaze away from it. "It will need to be changed daily, Lord Starfury. Either by you or," the physician had shifted his gaze between Eli'yon and Elenaris. "Someone else." Eli'yon had nodded at him, refraining from uttering a word though his features did resemble something of slight gratitude for the doctor. Eli'yon released a breath heavily. While he had been breathing throughout the procedure, it did seem as it was finally something to be expelled despite the pain that still panged in the flesh of his foot. "And if I do not?" He questioned as his faint green hues found her for a moment.
Elenaris sighed the same, nodding with thanks to the physician and giving them their cue to leave. "If you do not...well, I am not your keeper, you can do what you like but I fear more things such as this may continue.” She looked down to his bandaged wound, her features solemn.
.Eli’yon raised a brow slightly at her, as his ears pinned backwards. In a fairly typical fashion, the ear that was missing the top lagged behind the normal ear. "I'm not asking you to be my keeper," he replied to her. "I've more scars than I can remember most days," he added and shrugged slightly as he settled back into the couch. "I will work on reacting in such a way," he affirmed and nodded at her as he pulled his hand away from her own. "However, it appears as though we both fear for the other."
The Matriarch blinked, looking back to him as his hand was removed. "Oh...well, of course I fear for your well being. I am not so cold hearted and without feelings for you that I would simply toss you to the wolves without an inkling of concern." She cleared her throat, pushing up from the floor and dusting the fabric of her robes. "I will let you rest..."
He narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched her rise to her feet. His gaze took in the details on her robes as he sighed quietly through his nostrils. "Stay," he commented quietly. "Of course, if you wish so, Lady Eventide."
Elenaris paused in her movements, quite surprised by his request. "Okay." She replied just as softly before she moved to push to push the nearest chair next to his own. "We will need to get you to your room before you fall asleep, though... This will not be comfortable for you to rest in at all."
Eli’yon chuckled quietly at her before he moved to remove the gauntlet from his other hand. It had taken him a moment or two to undo the lacing that lay on his wrist. "I've slept in more uncomfortable places in my years."
She shook her head. "Even still, you are under much better circumstances now than then. You are not in battle out on the field. I will call for the servants to aid in the removal of your armor when you are ready. Until then, shall we chat a bit more?”
The minutes had turned into hours and hours, in turn, felt like eternity as she awaited in the room that she and Eli’yon had taken to the past few days. There were no dedicated plans between the two, however it was more of an unspoken agreement at this point.
As the sun had finally set and all that lit the inside of the room was the glowing light of the lamp posts in the city and the few candles, she slowly had readied herself for bed. She had planned to stay there for the evening at this point, there was no need to travel to either of the Estates by this hour.
Perhaps that was it then. She knew he would likely grow tired of her and the company she offered but she hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly. Or maybe her sister finally caved into desires between the two and he spent his night with her now. Elenaris had a way of getting everything she wanted and if Eli’yon was on that list, there would be little room for Eleney’a to come out on top. She almost hoped that it was one of those two options, otherwise something bad might have happened to him.
No matter, despite her worries and her thoughts, she wouldn’t know anything until the morning came. She lay upon the bed, resting her chin over her hand as her forearms crossed over one another and she gazed into the fireplace across the room. Sleep came slowly, agonizingly so, but eventually it came.
I wish you better health in this coming year, with any luck the illness is quick to pass. I had begun to worry that my letter might have been found by another’s prying eyes. I cannot pretend that wouldn’t be slightly worrisome. Please tell me that your illness is not fatal and simply a terrible sniffle and cough?
I thank you for your kind words. Her passing from what I was told was very peaceful and she asked for me several times as well as your father though time was not on my side the day of her passing. I arrived late but she did not go without great care in both the pyre and memory. The estate is quite empty without her presence as all that remains now is paintings and materialistic belongings.
It is unfortunate to hear of your our father but not surprisingly uncommon as most in his position try the same tactics. My mother having been one of them. I am unsure if he has heard of the recent news but such might be best heard from family. Should you feel up to the task, send word and we shall tackle the meeting together as a unified front. If I were to be precise, unified siblings would be in order for the lack of better wording as we are far from strangers.
You speak of this...Eleney’a is she your companion? You have never spoken of her before though I will admit it might be nice to catch up when time permits and you wish to discuss how well life has been treating you.
Enclosed is my current address as I’m no longer stationed in Dalaran for some time until I handle matters of the household of the Shiverflame name; should you ever require it. As for your device I will be sure to put it to use and contact you in the coming weeks when things have begun to settle.
Be well and I appreciate your letter.
Sincerely;
Nyllae Shiverflame
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