Narmë Reddawn

Paperwork. Had she known that rank would come with so much paperwork, she would have hesitated a bit longer before accepting it.
She wasn't sure who she was kidding; certainly not herself, though the grumbling in the back of her mind eased the drudgery. The Hawks had been her charges before she put a new pin on her chest. They’d been hers since Yasmyr took a look at her and decided: “this is the one who will succeed me.” And she hadn’t protested.
She’d never have children of her own blood (though the small voice in her head reminded her that the San said “miraculous, unlikely and dangerous” not impossible. The small voice forgot sometimes what life they were living; when she looked at the man on her bed, she sometimes...

I wonder sometimes.

Does my memory fails me? Is it nostalgia that lead me to believe we ever had hopes of a life together, of me growing old, or have I always knew neither of us would be alive for much longer? Were we waiting for death together?

I think it is. He knew I was marked for death and he was already taken. On our wedding night, we exchanged words and jests (for we couldn’t exchange much more); that I would grow old, grey in my hair and wrinkles around my face and he would stay forever the same, frozen in undeath (but that was already a lie, wasn’t it? Even undeath isn’t eternal and flesh rot); that I would look like a cradle snatcher, that we wouldn’t tell. That I was wed to death anyway.

It...

D-1 before Ashenvale Invasion

« That’s not good. »

The huntress muttered a curse in Thalassian, as she hid next to her goblin colleague. Above the rain kept falling, drop after drop ticking on their head as they spied their prey.

The small clutter of elves huddled on the road, the Sentinels and the man circling the priestess; glowing eyes on the shadows. A worgen too, beast-creature that shouldn’t be able to be so discreet. There was no moonlight, nor stars this time. They were clouded by the rain but she had no doubt that in stories, it would be their actions this night that got the credit.

The evening hadn’t started so badly; they did their job, simply, professionally. Not a civilian’s hair touched,...

[Ooc: this list is mostly for my personnal use and a tool to remember it all]

• A bracelet of Suramar design, silver, white crystal and lilac/silver beads. The crystal is glowing but there is no enchantement on it. She wears it constantly at her right wrist.
• Three glass beads, red and gold. Worn in warbraids only. Twin enchantement with a similar set; if the person wearing the beads were to die while wearing them, the twin set would turn to ash-grey color.
• Three red coral beads, worn in warbraids.
• An old notebook. Full of notes in several languages (which language varying depending on the year written), sketches (of landscapes and people mostly) and a few torn pages.
• An enchanted quill and associated page.
• A pair of hair pins made...