I don’t usually reblog OOC stuff, but this one was a must for SO many reasons. Very old favorite, too.
You sound happy, Ana.
If only she knew. Ana chewed on the end of the quill and read the letter over again, lingering on those words.
Happiness. Contentment. Were they so unobtainable? Not for others, as far as she could see, or was it just for appearances? If that was the case, then she too could plaster a smile on her face and a pleasant demeanor as if nothing in the world could possibly be wrong. She’d become so well practiced at it that it was second nature.
Focus on the positives today, Ana, just for today, she told herself as she began to write. Or at least, if not that, then fake it, for your friend.
Isn’t it terrible when happiness becomes this thing that is so far from the ordinary that it as if we sit and wait for it all to come crashing down. It is like the calm before the proverbial storm, if you like.
You’re right though. It has been a long time coming for some, but it seems as if things are finally headed along the right path, for us all.
I’d intended to come out to visit again sooner, but something unexpected came up so it will be a little longer before I make it through your way again. This might amuse you just a little, but I’m posting this right before I head up to Northrend for a short while to visit with a friend for a short while.
I’m hoping that I’ve not talked up my cooking skills a little too much before I actually get around to cooking for you. We’ll just have to wait and see won’t we? I’ll try it out on my friends family while I’m away, and see how it goes down.
I look forward to meeting Jez and this mage you speak of.
I hope you’re well, and still smiling when you receive this letter.
(Dug out from the archives. Saving for reference/nostalgia. What happened to my original paladin, Zara, before she died.)
As her knees buckled, the undead man froze for just a moment, long enough for her to see the shock in his sunken eyes. Shock that she was falling, fear that he had struck a mortal blow, at least what he thought had been a mortal blow. She didn’t know. At that point there was no pain, and all of the noise in the bar had faded, her head was spinning, and looking down at the hand that was clasped to her belly, all she could see was blood. A lot of it. Her vision blurred as she felt herself losing consciousness.
“The child will not survive. Your friend is lucky to be alive — ”
“My fiancé, “She heard Soli correct the female voice.
“I’m sorry. But the wound being where it was… there is nothing more I can do for her.”
Zaraedra heard the words, followed by the footsteps as the woman, a priest, walked away to leave the two of them alone.
She opened her eyes and found him to be watching her. He reached down for her hand and gripped it firmly.
“I have some bad news, Zara.”
Weakly she shook her head. She didn’t want to hear it, not from him. She’d already heard the priest give him the bad news but right now she couldn’t bear it coming from him. Her eyes filled with tears and she turned her head away from him so he wouldn’t see her cry.
“Did they catch him?”
“No.. not yet.”
(Note: This was the last significant event that happened while Zaraedra was still a blood elf, and the official end of her roleplay as horde. This is just one to store in the archives, as it were)
Your letter just made my day. I should apologize too. I was out of contact with the entire world for a while, I think. It wasn’t intentional, of course, but it is far too easy for a day or two to turn into weeks, and then months. And then you end up feeling so disconnected from everyone or everything it feels almost impossible to come back from. I digressed … already. I never was much good at getting to the point. Then again, there doesn’t even necessarily need to be a point does there? This is what friends do. They talk about everything and nothing, and that’s just the way it is!
Gosh, listen to me, rambling on. I must sound as if I’m lacking sleep, or have had too many glasses of wine or something. I can assure you it is neither. There is a point to this anyway, after all.
I missed you too.
I realized that the night I walked into your home and it felt as familiar as if I had been there dozens of times before. You make a place feel that way, Bebe. Homely, warm, and safe. I’m reminded lately of how important friends are, and I feel grateful that you consider me as one of yours. Good people are few and far between, but we have talked about that many times before, I am sure.
The rumors are correct. I did remarry. But that is absolutely a story of it’s own, and one best told over some good food and company. I’d love to visit again soon. Maybe I can cook for you and yours. I never was great in the kitchen, but I did manage to talk my former help into giving up her recipe for Talbuk stew. It sounds stodgy and plain, but it is the ultimate in comfort food. Trust me, if you’ve not had it, I’ll make you a believer!
I look forward to catching up with you soon.
PS. Where in Azeroth is Jez these days? He’s well, I hope, and keeping you warm at nights, at least when he is able.
“I write because no one listens to me when I speak. And maybe my words on paper will seep into their minds.”
Ana looked around from the doorway, clearing her throat. The smell of food cooking filling her nostrils, and her stomach growled a little. It smelt good. The woman in the chair beside the table nearest the door was one she did not recognize, but the other, she did. A smile spread across her face.
“So I heard that you were somewhere out here. Wasn’t sure where, to be honest. But … “She looked
over her shoulder and made a gesture with her thumb towards the door where there had been a large sign outside. “Couldn’t have missed it.”
“Ana! I didn’t know my letter got so far! I’m glad you found us, it’s a little remote, isn’t it?”
Ana smiled at that, glancing in to the woman in front of the fireplace.
“Remote, yes. It’s perfect.”
“Isn’t it though? I love it, I really do. Come in, I’m actually almost done with some late dinner.”
Ana glanced at the woman in the chair, nodded, giving her a faint smile and headed towards the fire.
“It suits you, Bebe. This place. It’s very … you.”
The woman laughed as she hefted a rack with enough meat to feed a small army.
“I like to think so, no people, lots of open space.”
“Ana…I am surprised to see you here. It is a nice surprise.”
Ana startled a little at the familiar voice, and turned slowly.
“Felano ..” And then a glance at the other man. “Mister Bloodreaver.” She nodded, offering him a small smile.
Bebe peered at the unfamiliar person over Jas’ head, offering a nervous smile.
“Evening, welcome. A friend of Fel’s?”
The other man nodded.
“A friend, yes. Azurick Bloodreaver.”
And then they all five sat down, talked, ate and caught up as they should have done long before. It hadn’t been Ana’s intention to visit for long that night. She had planned on dropping in, saying hello and leaving again before heading back to make plans to travel to the Lightflights, but it hadn’t turned out that way. Apparently everybody else had had the same idea in visiting that night, and it was a warm and out of the ordinary evening. Which wasn’t to say that it was a bad thing. Ana eventually met and spoke with the blonde woman, Jasreha. Odd, she hadn’t known that Aly even had a sister until then.
Felano seemed happier, more relaxed, and the two of them had even managed a hug and some small talk while there before Ana and Azurick had spoken about some new upcoming projects and trips that the man had planned now that he was working in the Reliquary.
Now that she knew exactly where the Coalition was stationed, she would make a point of returning for a visit again, soon. Ana spent a lot of time worrying about friends scattered far and wide and the time that had elapsed between seeing them all and keeping in contact, but she realized that night, that friends were friends. All of them were busy with their own things, but getting together in one place, and for some of them, months had passed, and it didn’t matter. It was as if they had all seen each other just yesterday.
She left late in the evening feeling uplifted and relaxed, strolling across the grassy plains in the moonlight as opposed to riding. She felt like a walk. And all was well, or should have been.
“Miss Blackcrest. What a pleasant surprise.”
Miss Blackcrest? The figure standing before her was shrouded by the cloak he wore and the darkness itself, his form only lit by the moonlight that shone down, and she stiffened.