Regynn Winters

“Did you see him?” 

“Yeah, I saw him.”

“Well? Did you talk to him?”

The slight shake of the head accompanied by an almost inaudible, “No.”

“Why ever not? That’s the whole reason you came back wasn’t it?”

A shrug, “I guess. That was part of it anyway.”

“So. Why didn’t you talk to him?”

Regynn finally raised her head, her eyes glistening slightly in the lamp light, “He was with someone.” she shrugged before lowering her head to her sewing needle.

“Someone? Someone. Why that little…” 

“Clair no. It’s my fault. I went away without a word and stayed away. Without a word. It’s been ages since I spoke to him. Besides, we were always just friends anyway. Marc never saw me as anything...

The room was small and dusty, light filtering in through the thin, worn curtain, revealed layers that hadn’t been touched in ages. Aut at the old woman’s words of apology Regynn smiled and shook her head, “It’s perfect. Thank you so much for taking me in.”

The woman took Reggy’s hand, holding it in her own, firm with strength and determination underneath an exterior wrinkled and bent with age and woe, “Of course dear. You did so much for my Benny when he was in the stockades. He talked about you often before he passed, he said you were his guardian angel. How could I not help the woman who let me hear from my boy while he was away.”

She let go of the priestess’ hand and nodded, “I’ll bring you some tea and then...

Regynn handed a young man a basket of food, gently tussling the hair of the child who stood at his side, “I’m sorry there’s so little Mr. Ridgley but I promise, if you come back tomorrow, I’ll have more for you .” The man smiled and started to answer but the words dissolved into a mumble as he nodded and scurried away.

The priestess felt a sense of dread as she turned, looking up into the eyes of the one person she hadn’t wanted to see.

“I didn’t expect to see you here again.” Jonah’s voice sounded matter of fact but his eyes held an odd gleam.

Reggy straightened, squaring her shoulders as she forced herself to hold eye contact, “Why wouldn’t I? There’s still people in need and your people don’t seem...

“It has come to our attention Miss Winters that you have been… left to your own devices… since arriving in Kul Tiras and you have created quite a stir in Boralus.” Bishop Prichard looked down his nose, through a tiny pair of spectacles. He scanned the documents spread out before him then looked up at her over the wire rims.

“I can explain…” Regynn started but the elder priest raised a hand, stopping her mid-sentence.

“It appears you are responsible for the food exchange on the Ashvane docks. Very clever of you to get those who produce the food to give the unused portions to those who are in need. Commendable work young lady, commendable indeed.”

Reggy bowed her head, “Thank you your grace, I’m sorry that I...

Clair looked at the woman across from her, torn between revulsion and an almost childlike sense of wonder. She had, of course, heard of the Forsaken, but she’d never seen one in person much less engaged in conversation with one.

The exposure of the woman’s major joints, the parchment thin skin hanging on like shredded bit’s of gauze were unnerving to say the least. But the thing that had given her the most difficulty was the ragged flesh of her face. Even when the woman paused in speech, Clair could see the dull gleam of wickedly jagged teeth and the blonde shuddered to think of what the woman had been gnawing on to leave them in such a state. At the same time Clair found herself being drawn in by the woman’s exuberance. She...

“Where are we going?” Regynn asked for what must have been the tenth time since the girls had set out on the road.

Clair glanced over her shoulder, “Don’t worry, we’re almost there.”

The priestess turned to Kyalith who rode beside her, “You know that wasn’t an answer right?”

Kya shrugged, “I wouldn’t worry about it, you know Clair isn’t going to do anything to get you in trouble, or hurt. Well.. hopefully not hurt.”

Regynn narrowed her eyes, opening her mouth to speak when her temple hound nearly collided with Clair’s horse who had stopped at the edge of a field. It took the priestess a couple of minutes to recover herself in the saddle and settle her pounding heart. “What in the Light is wrong with...

There was a knock at the door but Regynn only looked at it, not bothering to rise or call out. “It’s another posey for you Miss Reggy. People are right worried about you dear.” the landlady waited with a small bouquet of wildflowers in her hand but when the door stayed shut she sighed heavily and continued, “All right then, I’ll just leave ‘em here with the rest.”

She could hear the old woman’s heavy footsteps as she retreated down the hall, they paused at the top of the stairs for several moments then proceeded to descend to the lower floor. Only then did the priestess move from her chair by the window to open her bedroom door. The table that stood on the landing just outside was covered in flowers, small parcels, and...

((Written in collaboration with @marachius. Thanks again for being a great RP partner.))

The Kul Tiran guard cast a glance over his shoulder to assure himself that Regynn was still behind him. She hadn’t spoken, moving silently, wraithlike through the rain as he lead her over the causeway to the garrison in which the Alliance troops were billetted. They were brought to the duty officer and the two men stood in quiet conversation, each casting occasional glances at the priestess before the guard saluted then made an exit, leaving Regynn in the hands of her countryman.

Captain Severino ushered the young woman into his office, barking orders as he went; warm blankets and hot coffee to be brought post haste. He ushered Regynn in,...

“It was my fault. I should have never worn the dress. My fault… all my fault.” Regynn huddled on the bench, clutching the edges of her cloak tightly around her, or as tightly as her trembling fingers would allow.

“Miss? Miss are you okay?” Regynn looked up, giving the Kul Tiran guard a weak smile and nod, “Fine. I’m fine. Thank you.” she said, her voice only cracking once. The guard studied her for a moment then nodded and moved along his way. She watched him go, the smile pasted on her features until he rounded the corner and could no longer see her. Only then did she allow the mask to slip away, revealing the misery that washed over her.

It had been a disaster from the beginning. Dinner with Jonah’s parents. She...

((Thanks Marachius for writing this story with me! Yes it's long, we usually tend to write long stories when we work together.))

Regynn looked in the mirror, her eyes widening at the sight that greeted her. She ran her hand down the blue skirt, brushing at the non-existent wrinkles then she smoothed the pristine white fabric of the blouse, blinking at the amount of cleavage it revealed, “Oh… hello there.” she muttered. She glanced up at her reflection, noting the crimson hue on her cheeks before she tugged the fabric back up.

The priestess glanced at the curtains that separated her sleeping area from the rest of her flat where Marachius was sat, waiting for her so they could go through the portal to Stormwind and attend the...

The abrupt ring of the bell on the shop door had the sisters tense as Kyalith moved greet the courier on the other side. She gave him a few small coins then turned back to Clair, a plain brown packet held gingerly in her hands. “Do you think this is it?”

Clair raised a brow and smirked, “Gee, I don’t know. Are you expecting any other hand delivered envelopes from Stormwind?”

The redhead’s cheeks flushed pink as she handed to parcel to her sister, “I guess this is it then.” she replied sheepishly.

The elder sister pulled a dagger from her belt and sliced the packet open then pulled a thick sheaf of papers out. She read the top sheet then handed it to Kya, “It says some of it’s redacted for security reasons.”

Clair unlocked the door to Kya’s flat, her nose wrinkling in distaste as she stepped over the threshold. A quick glance around the room showed the shambles in which it sat, there were dirty dishes piled on the counter and overflowing the sink, the trash looked as if it it hadn’t been taken out in days, and spilled out onto the floor. The drapes were drawn over the windows but as she moved through the flat she could see dirty clothes scattered about.

With a growing sense of alarm she made her way to her sister’s tiny bedroom, pushing the door open, blinking at the darkness. She dashed to the bedside, reaching out for the mound of blankets and jerked them back in alarm.

“Stop! What are you doing?!” came an irritated reply.

It wasn’t even a question of which one to follow, Regynn’s presence was felt throughout the docks and people would flock to her, eager for the extra food she brought them. Clair pushed off from the wall she’d been leaning on and went after the young boy, certain to stay in the shadows, silent and fleet; fast enough to keep him in sight but not so fast that he might guess she was there.

The child took a winding path, ducking into a muddy alley before he stopped at a large building and looked around. Clair melded into the shadows as his gaze swept the area, her sense more alert now that his actions had become more furtive. Satisfied that all was well he turned to a heavy wooden door. Being only a small child he struggled with the...

She sun shone brightly, turning the briney puddles in the rutted roads along the docks into mirrors. Regynn was struck by the simple beauty of the still life reflected by the water’s surface, quickly shattered by a rattling cart as it rolled, uncaring down the quay. She frowned and shook her head as if to erase the image, turning to give a half hearted smile at the sound of her name.

“I’m fine Jonah, it’s nothing.” she said in response to her companion’s questioning concern. She hefted her basket to her hip as she looked around the area, “I think we should go this way today, we went that way the last time.”

As the two stepped toward the street Regynn had indicated a young boy came barreling down the street,...

“I thought you’d be happy. She’s not alone anymore, she’s got someone.”

Kya shook her head and glanced at her sister, “Not the right someone though. Not the one she’s meant to be with.”

Clair speared another bite of egg, waving it at Kya for a moment before popping it into her mouth, “You’re not the one who decides these things.”

The red head looked down from the window of her flat, watching Regynn and Jonah walking down the street laden with baskets of food. “I didn’t, fate did.” She said, slumping into her chair and giving her untouched breakfast a dejected glare, “But fate is fickle.” She muttered.

“Well I don’t believe in fate, we make our own fate.” Clair answered, her own gaze turned...

“You did what?” Clair gave her sister a dumbfounded look.

Kyalith shrugged, “What? It was just a note.”

“Sis you can’t go around leaving notes for your friends from a “mysterious man”. It’s just creepy, and wrong.” Clair replied, air quoting and shaking her head. “Why did you do such a thing?”

“She’ll tell Marc and that will light a fire under him. He just doesn’t realize that they’re meant for each other. He just needs a nudge.” Kya explained. “No harm will come of it. I promise.”

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Regynn had read the note several times, her mind reeling at the idea that there was a man in Boralus who had seen her...

Regynn tapped the pen against her chin, her gray eyes closed as she went over the last few days and how she would tell her friend in a way that he wouldn't laugh. After a moment she growled under her breath, admitting that such a way did not exist. Resigned, she put ink to paper for another letter home.

Marc,

I had my first duty assignment and it seems folks here don't listen any better than they do there. I know my papers told them I'm not a healer. I've seen those very words myself. But of course they didn't listen, all they saw was priest and off they went. 

I was sent to a place that had recently been attacked and there were lots of wounded. I told them I didn't heal but they piled a stack of bandages in my arms with a look of...

The three of them stood in the kitchen, Kyalith, her hands elbow deep in hot, sudsy water, washed the dinner dishes while Regynn took the clean ones from her and rinsed them, then handed them to Clair for drying.

“I think it’s romantic. It’s like me and my husband, we knew each other from school. From the moment I looked at him I knew he was the one.” Kya said as she handed a platter to Regynn.

Regynn took the dish, sighing in exasperation, “I’ve told you a million times, Marc isn’t my boyfriend. We’re just friends.”

“You have to forgive my sister.” Clair said, taking the platter and swiping a towel across it’s wet surface then putting the still damp dish on the shelf. “She sees the world through rose...

A somewhat harried looking courier handed a wilted envelope to the young paladin as he and his friends came clattering off the practice field, their plate armor gleaming dully in the afternoon sun. As Marc took the letter the courier grumbled something about love struck girls and Light forsaken portals and never traveling to Stormwind again before he gave the group of fighters a final glare and scuttled back the way he’d come.

Marc looked down at the envelope, noticing immediately that it was from Regynn. He looked back toward the retreating courier, shrugging off the ribald comments of his friends as he hefted his sword, carrying it and the letter back to his room.

Unfurling the page, he caught the scent of the sea along with a...

The bell gave a merry little jingle as the door opened; Kyalith glanced up over the rim of her glasses before carefully placing the ribbon that marked her place between the pages of her book. She slid from her stool and tucked a stray strand of auburn hair behind her ear as she strained to make out the figure that had just entered the shop. The setting sun shone through the windows, casting the newcomer in backlit darkness, a black silhouette that stood looking at her from across the room.

“Can I help you?” she asked, somewhat proud that her voice didn’t betray her emotions.

The figure moved slowly, taking several steps closer until Kya could see the deep hood that covered its head, and the heavy coat that draped it from...