Hmm, let’s see now. Mierette Mornsong. She’s about...yea high...(indicating a point several inches above her own head), with long reddish hair and bright blue eyes. I mean, bright. Literally. It’s a Quel’dorei thing. Wiry, athletic-looking, usually totes around a really nice crossbow and wears this leather and mail armor that...well, it’s not bad but it usually looks like she’s been dragged through a thornbush. She’s kinda pale and freckly once she scrubs the mud off though. And she’s got the cutest pet fox and she let me pet him, his name’s Llwynnog!
Whassat? Personality? Oh, she’s great. She likes to party a little more than I do--I know, I’m boring--but she tells hilarious jokes and she’s always up to punch evil right in its ugly face. I’m super, super proud to be in the Crusade with her, she’s the best scout and I miss her while I’m stuck here on Argus. We write letters, though! I’ve gotta keep her updated on my kill count.
...So that’s Mierette. She’s a great friend, and if any Silver Covenant come sniffing around her again I will rip their faces off. Any questions?
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How’ve you been? It’s been way too long since we’ve actually seen each other; you’ll be happy to know I’m feeling much better now that I’ve had time to recover. I’m finally on active duty again!...okay, so it’s mostly guard detail, but that’s important, too. Hearthglen and Light’s Hope seem to attract demons somehow, and I have squishy people to protect. (Attached, please see photographs of squishies.)
It’s a little easier now that I have help. You remember when I was telling you about my one roommate who was a death knight? Well, he came back a few months ago, and apologized. I am still mad at him for not telling us about any of the shit the Ebon Blade was doing, but it’s (a blotch of ink mars the page) alright having him back. We’ve been doing our best to keep Hearthglen safe, but I wish you were here too.
Since you’re not, I sent you carrot cake and nice warm socks. Happy belated Winter Veil, I guess!
~Tanryn
((The letter is, indeed, attached to an enchanted box designed to keep a carrot cake nice and warm. A separate box holds several pairs of knee-high socks, enchanted to keep feet warm and dry--and with little fox paw prints cross-stitched along the hems. The attached picture shows three men (one living belf, one undead belf, and one half-elf) in varying stages of grumpiness, probably because she’s forced the dead guy and the half-elf into Winter Veil-themed cardigans.))
'You can cry if you need to, it’s alright. No one would think badly of you.’
At first, Tanryn barely looks up from the halberd she’s sharpening. It doesn’t need it--every inch of the head gleams like a mirror, and the spear- and axe-blades are sharp enough to shave with--but it’s something to do, and if she doesn’t have something to do she thinks she might go insane. For a long while, Mierette might not even think Tan’s heard her, but then she looks up.
Not that she looks at Mierette, understand. Just that she lifts her head, and for a moment her face twists with emotion. Light sparks along the halberd’s hammer.
And then she takes a ragged breath and shakes her head. “No. If I--”
If I start, I won’t stop. If I start, I might cry until I drown the world.
She shuts her mouth and takes a swig of her lemonade, instead. Somehow, she rearranges her face into what might be termed a smile.
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Pro rolled out of bed with a headache so bad he wondered if he didn’t sustain a concussion on his way home from...wait, what had he been doing yesterday?
He grabbed a glass of water off the nightstand. Dorien had been kind enough to bring him up a glass...along with an entire pitcher. And a bucket just in case. Pro smiled through the pain. He really did have the best, most prepared husband. Fortunately he didn’t think he’d be needing the bucket this morning. His head may have been pounding, but his stomach wasn’t too upset. However, the day was young... He glanced at the light pooling on the floor from the probably, oh, 11:00 sun. The day was young...ish. There was time.
He drank down the glass of water, wondering what happened last night. The guild had a picnic in the park? He broke open a bottle of wine and...surely he hadn’t gotten THIS shitfaced off of a single, shared, bottle of wine.
That’s when he remembered. He’d been tampering with his medication after Vandy gave him those notes. He’d forgotten to cross reference if there would be any negative interactions with alcohol and the new formula. An idiotic mistake. A headache and a half remembered night were getting off easy.
What had happened? He remembered the night quite clearly until about his first cup of wine. He seemed to remember something about wanting to steal a baby? Those elves and Mierette came over? Ebonrook was laughing at him?
His stomach sank a little. Aw hell, Ebonrook was there. That meant Pro was probably a huge asshole to him and somehow picked a fight with everyone present. The mage flopped back down on the bed with a groan, dragging the blankets over his head.
He burrowed into the bed, refusing to face the light of day quite yet. Maybe he’d just have to pen a bunch of apologies letters. Hopefully he hadn’t been kicked out of the guild...maybe it went fine? But experience (and his temper) had taught him always to expect the worst.
Eventually, and with monuments effort, Pro willed himself out of bed, found some food, and scraped out a couple of quick notes.
Mierette,
What the fuck happened last night?
Did I do anything stupid?
~Pro
He frowned at the note. He felt he should elaborate but...that really about summed up his take on the matter.
Ms. Dyce,
I want to thank you again for the academical notes you provided. I apologize for my behavior at the picnic yesterday, and apologize if I managed to offend anyone. I honestly cannot remember what may have transpired.
However, I’m writing because I was wondering if you had any information about the interaction of those herbs with alcohol? My own information is less extensive regarding Panderan herbs. As you may have guessed, I’m not usually that susceptible to a couple glasses of wine.
I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // You’re nice // You’re mean // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better
Okay, you know how I spent the whole night saying “-1 for red hair and white skin.”? Well, +1 for red hair and white skin on an elf. Somehow this is perfectly acceptable. It suits her very much.
-1 For being an elf in general, because don’t elves feed off of magic and isn’t he magic? He doesn’t get that, and being around elves makes him feel stupid, even if Mierette is revealing herself to be a very common lady. But on that same token, +1 for being non-human because he’s weird and scummy, so it’s a wash.
