Tangled Webs
Careful to remove her heels before reentering the Winthrope Manor bordering the boundary of Elwynn and Redridge, Saedre crept quietly back to her quarters in the still of the night. Her bare feet made silent contact with the smooth, marble floors, welcoming the cool touch after yet another heated evening she spent with that silver tongued pirate somewhere in the dense shadows of Duskwood. Perhaps it was against her better judgement to have a bit of fun with one of her colleagues even if there was no emotional attachment to it, but the excitement outweighed any potential risks. Sivero was good at making her forget her troubles when the two collided behind closed doors. Putting others first often in the years she had led the Violet Bastion and in the aftermath of the losses incurred, only increased the amount of time that it had been since she engaged in time for her own needs.
Letting herself into her room, Saedre closed the door as quietly as she could and leaned against it for a moment as her eyes moved to the partially opened window allowing beams of moonlight to slip in; their silvery touch illuminating certain portions of the room. Closing her eyes, she listened to the melody of the night beyond that window; crickets chirping in the grass while an owl or two called somewhere off in the distance. The soft drawing in of the breeze from outside reminded her of the way the trees in the garden seemed to dance on a spring day; the foliage rustling ever so gently as cherry blossoms drifted about. It brought back the memory of laughter and closeness she spent with someone she still held close to her heart; try as she may to avoid returning down that path again.
Being brought back to the old grounds where she headed her former institution had its way of stirring up memories she was not quite prepared to confront and she was especially not prepared to confront them this evening. Perhaps it had everything to do with inviting Mason back into her life in hopes of seeing a sense of purpose restored to the man after she had learned the life she had hoped he would gain without her, he surely did not. She couldn’t shake the memory of a light extinguished behind those warm eyes that were determined to hide it behind a smile. The years between had not been kind to either of them it had appeared, and Saedre had lived oh too long enough to pick up on these things keenly.
Pushing her fingers back through her tangled silvery strands, Saedre sighed and pushed herself from the door. The more she looked about her surroundings, the more she felt that she no longer really belonged here and perhaps it was time to formally move her dwellings to the Raven’s Nest. Tossing her cloak aside, the garment seemed to take on its own presence and guided itself to settle upon a hook on the wall. Everything had its place and yet many items that now surrounded Saedre were no longer her own. The devastation of Dalaran ensured that.
Making her way to the washroom, Saedre began her ritual of winding down for the night. Sleep may elude her into the waking hours of a new day, but she would be a fool to not try.
Oh, the webs we weave and somehow find ourselves becoming the prey.
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