The woman sat across from the headmistress, her dark, shadow green hair shimmering strangely in the lamplight. Her face was still, like a dusky gray porcelain doll, with only the occasional blink. She listened intently, trying to determine where this line of questioning would take her, wondering if the shoe she’d been waiting to to drop was finally falling.
Niviene watched the alchemy teacher, looking for a hint of emotion but there was none, and it left the priestess more than a little unnerved, “I understand she has been spending time with you, more time than her classes require.” she paused then gave the woman a tentative smile, “Is my daughter showing an interest in potions?”
Nelandrys nodded, “Yes mistress, she is...
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...