Outrunner Elandriah Cindersong

Real Estate Doesn’t Fix Infidelity

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 sought to buy her pain off with a signed paper deed.

She’d asked for a moment after returning to the apartment to pen it, letting Azzai resettle on the couch downstairs- it had been quite a trip, and the chill from the Zepplin was just now warming back.

Dear Sir,

I am well and appreciate the sentiment regarding our separation. In your absence, I have seen this letter delivered to the staff of your estate in Pandaria- for your return. I do not request anything in return for the freedom you have granted me. 

I have found a gentleman that speaks only kindness, and I’ve little worry of his impatience with my work hours. Thank you for this opportunity; I can only hope you’ll feel the same someday.

In time you may see me at work, but until then, enjoy your life’s endeavors.

Elandriah Cindersong
Outrunner Captain, 4th Div
Council of Orgrimmar

The woman had pulled the quill on the last line of the letter, quickly signing her title across the bottom of the page. She took a soft breath, eyes moving over the words as she’d reread it. There had been an unkindness implied in her tone, but not enough to label her as being rude. She’d simply not wished to have a reminder of a man who so clearly had not the patience to maintain a professional relationship in lieu of an emotional one.

She tucked the pen behind her ear, folding the letter over itself and pushing it into the envelope. The sound of the paper folding into itself gave the girl a calm release of her nerves. She’d loved the house in Pandaria, it was lovely- and it was hers. But, if she’d accepted his gift, she’d only given him an opportunity to stay in her life. And she’d not wanted to risk that now.

The letter found its way into the post, set to be sent in the morning mail.