There was a sudden crash in the foyer and Sildrae jolted awake. She had been sleeping on the floor again, the rug in front of the fireplace comfortable enough that Rauss often came home to find his wife curled up there with her birds and his old childhood storybook open to her favorite fairy tale. Sometimes even a mug of still warm cocoa sitting on the ledge of the hearth.
The wind blew restlessly in the tree limbs over head. I hardly paid any attention to it, my mind absorbed in the book lying open in my lap. Notes and sketches of plants and other materials covered the pages in fine quill strokes. My own delicate script.
The alchemy journal had been in my possession for years, a gift by an old friend. My thoughts went to him then as I flipped to the first page and was greeted by the rather messy handwriting.
"Write down your thoughts before they fly away on you, our curious little bird. - Khiroe "
Her knuckles rapped gently against the door, it was high noon and the wind had picked up considerably, making the woman’s long crimson hair flutter violently about her. Her hands pressed down to keep the skirt of her dress from rising with the wind.
She had noted the city was rather quiet that day. Dalaran, usually bustling with life and magic, was calm and not very filled. Perhaps there was a holiday she was not aware of… Or something.
She paced back and forth in her sitting room. Her arms folded as she tried to gather her thoughts. Without her daughter to occupy her time at home she had been trying to devote her thoughts to alchemy. However eventually she had run out of things to research.
“Damnit… Aluthemal hasn’t given any word…”
She said to herself as if simply needed to say the words angrily in order to get them out of her system.
She came into the room swiftly before collapsing back against the door. Ruddy brown hair falling partially in her eyes as it seemed some strands had escaped her hair bind. The elven woman was tall and built athletically. She wore a forest green tunic and chocolate brown slacks. Knee high black leather boots completing the ensemble. She sighed, blowing some of the loose strands out of her fel tainted eyes.
Sitting in the small dimly lit bedroom always reminded me of my early days with Quinn. Staying in his small inn room located in the back alley's of Silvermoon's Murder Rowe. I smiled however as I thought of it, those were good times.
Could the years have really gone by so quickly? I suppose when one has gone through so much they pass like water through a net. This passed year had been perhaps one of the most life changing. Proof of that clung to my chest, tugging on my hair and giggling happily. She called me Mama and I looked down at her with all the love and adoration I could ever hold for anyone. Ardelynn was my reason for life now, and as I gazed at her silky blonde ringlets and wide blue eyes I saw the meaning of the universe.
