#jhulen

    An irritation of second guessing herself sank into the thoughts of the old woman as she’d walk towards her house in Silvermoon. She’d let her nails dig into her raven tresses, scraping to her scalp. A sigh escaped her lips. “Why does one even bother. Mercutio isn’t around... his business isn’t mine. Even being invited to such a business...” Diaage mumbled to herself as she’d open the door to find Elsif and Nihasa sitting in the common room. 

    “A bad day?” Elsif noticed a permanent frown lining the woman’s face.  “More dead ends. One doesn’t know what to do anymore. Living here or living in the port - it doesn’t seem quite safe just yet.” The ex-director would slump into one a living room chair. “Elsif... Why should one resurface? To what end? Why should one deal with Mercutio or my  brother? Or any of the family. What goals would that accomplish.” 

    “Well, Miss Malievi... It might not be my business, but... family is family. Considering everything... recovering from years past of estranging yourself your business and noble family...” Elsif spoke quietly as he’d glance from her to Nihasa. “Maybe not just for yourself? But for your daughter?”

   “For titan’s sakes... bringing Nihasa around that lot. Infighting, deaders, screaming, blood... just a typical night of Intoxication.... Hope to the seven hells that that Malache boy is alive...” The old woman groaned as she’d push herself up out of the chair. The conversation trailed from there as she’d stare out the window into the city of Silvermoon. To what end...

Jhulen~ thank you for the commission <3

     The morning brought a new light to the ex-director’s investigation. She received words, mostly unkind ones from Vidal. Eyes rolled. “Do you know how much shit you’ve put me in because of the favor I did for you? We’re a government agency, Madame. Not a personal line for your tirades.”       “Oh please. I fund your coin purse, Sharlen. Don’t give me that asinine commentary because you cannot handle the citizen backlash. That’s what a director is supposed to do: advise the public and take whatever shit you get from doing that. If you’re not up to the chase, perhaps we can find a replacement.” The old woman scowled. “Now did you bring one out here just to berate me or?”

Ever since his cliff-dive Cynthael felt as though he had precious little alone time with his fiance. He had spent quite a few days recovering and then even more days helping Jhulen deal with the many people in their lives that always seem to need them. It wasn’t a bad thing, but he did miss the long evenings they used to spend wrapped up in just each other. The rogue wasn’t about to turn away Aeryssa in the middle of her crisis with her dead husband turning up alive or his sister’s issues with her idiot husband. When people needed him or Jhulen he was more than willing to help. Cyn just wanted a few hours of uninterrupted Jhulen time. As many hours as possible, really.

  They had worked together on his Light-abilities lately and that was tiring, but rewarding. Practicing and researching how the elves who had a natural use of the Light worked, the redhead was getting a little better at it with each passing day. The morning had been busy as usual and while he whipped up breakfast for the growing family of elves that were residing in the apartment, the rogue’s mind was hard at work planning a surprise for his love. He convinced his sister to remain safe in the apartment with the kids for another day or two; at least until Jhulen or himself could deal with Aerhneas.

  The tree-house surprise wasn’t ready yet so Cynthael arranged for a private vacation home out in Pandaria and wrote a quick note to Aeryssa, Syll, Aythala, and Dan so the four would know why he had disappeared with Jhulen. The clinic and the people they loved would have to survive without them for that time. Packing clothes for them both, Cyn grinned to himself as he slipped out of the house and left Silvermoon. Once payment for their new lovenest was dealt with and he had dropped off their things, the redhead set about writing Jhulen a letter. He made sure the words appeared rushed so that his message was all the more urgent.

  ‘Meet me at the shrine as soon as possible. I need you. Hurry.

~Cat’