#serenith

Send me a symbol and i will write a drabble about my muse from the point of view of…

(An excerpt from Serenith’s Diary)

A lorewalker’s cub asked me if Miss Lilthessa was my mother today. Eleniel giggled like she always does, but I told him he was stupid. And…I got in trouble, of course. It’s something that flew out of my mouth, I think, without really thinking of what I meant to say. I try my best to be nice, usually. But it’s hard to be nice all the time when people ask me the same thing all the time.

Aunt Lilthessa is very nice, and I think she loves me in her own way, but Lady Safrona is my mother. Or, she was supposed to be. She just doesn’t act like it.

Okay, that is probably not nice of me to say either. I am just so very mad sometimes. Okay, maybe more sad. I think it’s just because I love Miss Safrona so much. She is the one that saved me in Suramar. And father, father made her promise. He put the Night Lily in her hair, and made her promise. He loved her too with his dying breath. We have been through so much. Not in a way that Miss Lil or Elly can really understand. They weren’t there. They said moving to Pandaria would be better. It’s pretty, but it doesn’t take away my feelings. Just covers them up for a little while.

I get to start thinking of how my real mother left us behind to join Lady Elisande. Promising that she’d bring us with her too, until she never came back. Elly said that she has never really had a father, so she knows how it feels, but that Safrona is not going to abandon us. She says things just changed, and that she just wants us to be safe. I am trying to remember that. But I just don’t know why she can’t be here with us every day too. It feels like the start of another betrayal.

She visits us, once a week. Or tries to. But when she comes, she barely says a word to me. She makes it feel hard just to ask for a hug. She doesn’t treat me the same way that Miss Lil does Eleniel. They have told me its because she is afraid. But how could the Courier be afraid? The way she faced down those demons and bent them to her will in Suramar for us. She made things fear her.

I think the truth is she didn’t want to be my mother in the first place.

(Journal Writing, A Week Later)

Today Lady Safrona brought me a butterfly clip for my hair, and its wings are made of Suramanian sapphire! It moves fully as if its really just perched there in my hair, and it shimmers. It reminds me a little of the mana wyrms that guarded the vineyards that father tended. All shiny and full of arcwine. She said she had Lady Lilthessa design it for me, since she doesn’t think she can make them as beautiful as she does. She also brought me a book on the start to jewelcrafting, along with some actual designs! I didn’t know that she knew I wanted to be a jeweler! I’m so happy!

I think I learned today that she pays attention to me more than I think she does. 

But I also learned she is afraid for different reasons than I thought. She said she lost people too. And sometimes she thinks she is the reason.

I think I need to show her she doesn’t need to be afraid now. And that I’m not afraid. Lady Lil and Saf both are demo-no-logists. It’s important that I spell it correctly, because I’m going to learn to be one too. I’ve copied a few pages from Lady Lil’s book on the summoning circles, and I’m going to learn to call and bind my first demon when I’m ready. It’ll be such a surprise, and Lady Saf will be so proud of me. We can be a true family of witches. This is how we can truly connect.

Master Daidh,

In the instance you might find this, I must apologize over the abandonment of the suite you left me. In my exile from Silvermoon, I was forced to give up properties in the city that were put in my name. Much has changed, you can say.

I have fortunately left the care of it in the hands of a lovely Shaldorei woman and her young niece, named Serenith. I helped both to escape the perils of their former lives to find refuge in Silvermoon. I am glad that I could at least make this arrangement before the situation demanded I leave. They have agreed to of course sign it completely back into your name should you need  to reclaim it, and the life you left behind.

If my memory still keeps you grounded in whatever way it does, Daidh, I hope it is a memory that brings your home again, to a sense of normalcy. I hope it brings you back well.

Don’t let your demons hold you back forever.

~Safrona

Striding to the balcony behind the offices of Empyrean Imports, the Courier sighed as she considered consolidating business. She hadn’t visited the second storeroom in over a month. Though certainly Dalaran was the central trade for many regardless of allegiance, Dalaran itself also knew the value of what was offered to what business might establish themselves, and unnecessary storage proved expensive despite her tries to salvage it. Staring at the lonesome door, her thoughts spun, wondering at the importance of an office she rarely lingered at, when the soft luminescence of strands of light stymied her line of thought. A soft gasp sounded as the door opened fully, a small figure retreating behind crates with a flutter, like some gossamer butterfly.

“Don’t be mad!” the silvery little voice of the Nightborne elflette pleaded in a worrisome whisper, halting the Courier completely at the door. A deep inhale, and Safrona eyed the ingenuity of light and magic the girl made to make herself at home inside. Empty wine bottles captured bulbs of arcane light, lush blankets canopying a fort of cushions that was a bed place. She’d even managed to sneak platters from the Ledgermaine Lounge, and the girl had done her best to keep her mess to a minimum. 

“…I am not mad, Serenith,” Safrona started as she entered the room, closing the door behind her. A prolonged look at the girl, and Safrona found herself chuckling behind a smile as she slipped down her own cowl, half leaning on one of the crates, “I suppose the word is more…surprised?” This seemed to inspire a little smile from the child. “

“How in the Nether did you get in here, first of all?”

Sheepishly, Serenith stepped forward to lay a jeweled lockpick on the crate near the Courier. “Um. I just borrowed it, ok?”

“Ohh, wow,” Safrona remarked on a small huff of a chuckle, bringing the masterfully crafted sliver of gem to her eyes. “I’d…definitely say you did more than borrow it, lovely girl. Did you do this yourself?”

“Papa…Papa said you’d take care of me.” Serenith avoided the sillier questions, got to the heart of the matter. “But you’re not around…”

The words were not wrong. They were an echo of her father’s as he lay dying in the beautiful vineyards of Suramar, forsaken by his own people, even the mother of his own child, for the word of Elisande. With a close of his fingers around her own, the vintner had bound her to a promise as his decades of work burned down around him. All that had mattered was that his daughter would be lead from the rule of demons and a stagnant city.

Slowly, Safrona kneeled down before the girl, much like she had before her father. “I know I did, Sere. But things are different now.” Promises were such a fragile thing in a world of war, in the wake of exile. “I can’t be in Silvermoon with you.”

The sadness on the small face turned to confusion. “But…why?”

Safrona sighed, letting the Void energies collect around her, hollowing out her voice with its numbing touch to make the truth plain for the young stowaway. “I am not safe, sweet girl.”

“That’s…dumb,” the girl argued immediately. Even as the tiny fingers grasped to her hands, Safrona tensed, feeling the grace of something pure in her hands. Something so easily ruined. “You saved me from the demons! You’re safe to me! Can’t I stay with you?”

The smile turned wry at Safrona’s lips, fingers delicately moving to, for a moment, cradle the small hand between hers. “Words that matter little to people that are not you or I, sadly. I cannot be there with you, but it is the safest place for you to be. This room’s certainly not fit for you, no matter how pretty you make it.” Gently, the young one’s hand was released.

“…I don’t like it, Miss Saffy.” A dejected moment, but one mired with acceptance.

“For now it is how it must be, at least, little light. Maybe opportunity will change down the road, but for now we must walk it as it is. I will have Saraj take you back to the city…you are still staying with your Aunt, yes? She will be worried for you…”

“Aunt Lyrah is mean.”

“…protective, you mean. You are all she has left, remember? Remember how happy she was when I brought her to you?”

“She isn’t you. She didn’t save me. You…you did.”

“Serenith…” The Courier sighed, every little silvery word from the child a presented struggle.

“I promise I’ll be good! I won’t break in anywhere again!”

A soft chuckle slipped the Courier’s lips, defeated slowly. Considering options carefully, she unfurled her fingers, working a particularly brilliant ring off of a digit. With it, she turned to cradle it between the girl’s hands. “Here then. A…detour to Dalaran here on occasion. Once you use it to transfer here, do understand it will take a week to regain its charge to be used again. Can you remember, little light?”

The joy entered the stars that were Serenith’s eyes again, making them twinkle up at Safrona. “I can have this? Oh..oh is it like Telemancy?”

“Something like that. Let’s just…make sure you tell someone you will come to visit before you do, yes? No sense wasting it if I cannot be here. Don’t make your Aunt worry so.”

“Okay!” The Nightborne child nearly bounded into the Courier now for an embrace. “I love you, Miss Saffy.”

“Ahh…” Words momentarily caught in the Courier’s throat, bringing the rest of her words to a soft rasp, touched. “…hush now. Let’s get Saraj for you.” The signet ring was an expensive loss, but a worthy sacrifice in exchange for being loved so by a little star.

Not at all pathetic. Just human. You actually handles it a lot better than I would have. Sleep well hun. I am jealous about the pirate party! Argh! P.)

Thank you.