Regynn Winters

The young woman squinted down at the book she’d been reading, straining to see the words that seem to swim before her eyes. She raised her head, only then realizing that the sun had begun to set over Stormwind. She glanced around the room,  her gaze settling briefly on the makeshift pallets that covered nearly every inch of open space between the simple wooden beds, and gave a soft sigh of relief to see that the children had quieted, some of them even asleep.

Regynn rose to her feet, her fists pressed to the small of her back as she stretched, her vertebrae crackling with the movement. Carefully she moved between the pallets of sleeping children as she made her way to the headmistress’ office.

The older woman looked up from...

The puppy ran at Regynn, bolling her over in its exuberance. The priestess let out a startled shriek, rolling up to her knees and shaking her head as peals of laughter mingled with the dog’s excited barking. She brushed pink flower petals from her hair, turning and reaching out to stop the animal from licking her face.

“He likes you very much.” the Pandaren stood off to the side, her paws tucked neatly inside the sleeves of her robe, her voice as gentle as the breeze that sent blossoms fluttering to the ground.

Reggy looked up, her eyes bright, “I like him too.” she said as she rose to her feet, brushing grass from her pants. “Do you have more like him here?”

Peijing shook her head, “Not at this time. All of...

Her stitches, while tiny, were not her best work. It wasn’t easy sewing when your hands trembled with apprehension. The door opened and she jerked her head up, jabbing the needle into her fingertip. Regynn stifled a cry then sighed heavily when the secretary called the name of the last person remaining, aside from herself.

The priestess had thought it would be a good idea to bring some mending with her, something to keep her mind off the impending interview but she’d spent almost as much time ripping out seams as she had stitching them. She sat with her finger in her mouth, sucking the blood away from the puncture wound when she heard someone clearing his throat behind her and she looked up into the bored expression of the...

Regynn rushed into her room and tumbled headfirst over a basket overflowing with fabric. The basket tipped and bits of brightly colored cloth scattered everywhere, thankfully breaking her fall. She sat up, shoving the handful of unruly curls that had fallen from their pins, accompanied by a chorus of laughter from out in the hall.

Several young priestesses crowded around her door, giggling at Reggy’s misfortune, their eyes taking in the chaos. “Really Reggy, you should clean this place up. It’s a mess. You’re a mess.” one of them said.

Regynn glared up at her before glancing around the room, “It isn’t a mess, I know exactly where everything is.”

“Of course you do.” she girl said dryly as she backed away from...

“Then why did they send you?” Regynn looked up from her mending, her gaze settling on the boy who had spoken, “I don’t know Garrett. I wish I did.”

“I bet they wanted you to be a spy but you weren’t very good at it.” the boy replied.

She paused again, the needle poised over a pair of faded, much patched trousers, “Why would you say that?” she asked.

Garrett shrugged, “Well you just wouldn’t be, that’s all. You’re always helping people; doing the mending, feeding the poor, taking blankets to the homeless. You’re just too good to be bad.”

Several of the other children seated around her nodded their heads in agreement but one boy shook his and said, “Don’t you see, that’s what makes the best...

“I don’t understand.” Regynn stood in front of the desk, her look of bewilderment plain for all too see.

The officer in charge scowled up at her, “What’s to understand. You’ve received new orders. You’re to leave on the morning tide and return to Stormwind.”

“But I haven’t gotten the information from the prisoner yet.”

“Any information that lout may, or may not have had, is irrelevant now. The war is over. Your services are no longer required. You’re orders have been rescinded, you’ve been recalled.” he shuffled some papers and thrust them into a folder, all but slamming the cover shut, “You will go to your quarters immediately and pack. As I said, your ship departs on the morning tide.” With...

I should have been a mage. Mages can teleport. Or open portals. Why on Azeroth wasn’t there a portal open? A ship? Who in the fel travels by ship anymore? If you want to go to the Outlands, there’s a portal. If you want to go to Panderia there’s a portal. But Northrend? Nope, you have to take a ship. Across the ocean. To a place where it becomes necessary to dodge icebergs.

Regynn gripped the railing as she made her shakey way down the gangplank, blinking rapidly in the late afternoon light, a sharp contrast to the dim recesses of the cabin she’d spent nearly the entire journey in, only moving from her cot to retch up what little she was able to eat. When she’d first viewed the ship in Stormwind harbor she’d been excited,...

“Of course dear, I understand. You have to go where they send you. I’m sure it’s important, otherwise why would they tell you to go all the way out there. I’ll be certain to have the children pray for you and your safe return.”

Regynn nodded her appreciation then quickly embraced the older woman before fleeing from the room. The matron stood still in shock, blinking several times; the priestess’ impulsive actions leaving her momentarily stunned. She glanced out the window just in time to see Regynn scurrying across the square and into the dim recesses of the cathedral, “Poor girl.” She murmured, “Light be with her in that dreadful place.”

Reggy picked her way through the clutter in her room until she came to the...

I should have been a mage. I wonder how you become a mage… is it something you’re born with? A talent? Is it too late for me to start now?

The white stones in the walls and floor gleamed in the light of the candles while the pale blue and white marble squares marched around the room like decorative blocks of ice. She perched on the edge of the bench, her back ramrod straight and her hands clutched  in her lap; she resisted the urge to tap her foot.

Mages have all manner of important things to do. They can open portals for one… and they can teleport. And conjure food and drink. Oh, and they can polymorph. Wouldn’t it be fun to turn people into sheep. I know exactly who I’d turn into a sheep right now.

She watched as a...

“Come on Reggy. Don’t go darlin. You can’t leave me alone on Winter Veil Eve.” 

The priestess paused, raising her head from the stack of parchment she was gathering, “Somehow I think you’ll survive.” she remarked dryly, stepping out of his reach as a guard moved toward the prisoner. “Mind your manners Bartleby or they won’t let me come back and then who will write letters to all your lady friends back home?”

Bartleby pressed a hand to his chest, his countenance the picture of shocked dismay, “Them’s my cousins just like I told ya lovey. You know I only have eyes for you.”

Regynn shared a knowing glance with the guard as she walked passed him, “Yeah Bart, I love you too.” she called over her shoulder,...