Outrunner Elandriah Cindersong

The first couple days at the Jade Temple had been difficult on Elandriah, the first night having only laid the foundation for the upcoming week of work ahead of her. 

She’d had two fits over the evening- one easily calmed, but the second likely unseen. There was no movement that accompanied the second waking. No cry out that alerted the room, no sound that fell from her lips as she silently screamed into the darkness. They’d talked about the options the day before. She’d already shown signs of sleep awareness, night terrors, conversational skills unconsciously utilized… the woman was on the edge of a dangerous territory. 

As young as she was when she started her work, it wasn’t uncommon to see those in the political...

February – The last letter of the word swirling and pulling the ink to the edge of the paper as she wrote. There had always been something funny about the word, but as she looked at it now- it seemed nearly foreign. The quill was gently set to the inkwell on the left side of the desk. Had it really been that long?

Originally posted by ofallingstar

She hadn't found much time to sit in the office lately, and with the man upstairs sleeping after a night of her fitful sleep – she'd taken the opportunity to pull her journal out and update it in the early morning hours. The last entry had been a few months back, after the first night she'd spent in her new home in Pandaria. 

...I know it's unconventional, but what if unconventional...

Dear Elly,  

I do hope this letter finds you well. I am sorry for the way things ended between us and hope that one day we can rekindle at the very least a friendship. This, however, is not why I am writing. I am writing to inform you that I am giving you the Deed to the Estate in Pandaria. I will be returning to Quel'dannas as I am finding myself slipping. The Estate will remain fully equipped and manned for at least a year, after that we can discuss it further.

With love,

S.A.

The paper had several refold marks on it by the end of the weekend. After the holiday vacation to Pandaria with Azzai, she’d found herself with a renewed vigor for her day to day activities. For example: writing a rejection letter, to an ex-lover that...

Elandriah’s throat felt as if it nested a vermin; surely a rat had found its way into her throat and dug its nails into her esophagus. That would have been easier for her to accept, rather than the conversation she’d just had at the Lodge. Her hand found the edge of her Farstrider tabard, pulling at a loose string as she walked. The voice echoed in her ears. Elandriah, I loved you. 

Her footsteps sunk into the cobblestone as she walked the block back to her apartment, clinging to the laundry. Gloriana was the woman’s name, she’d kindly introduced herself and excused herself just the same. It took all of three seconds to put together the connection between the two. She hadn’t even thought to properly excuse herself before...