Steel and Honor

This is the IC character inspiration blog for the character Arandael who is played on the Wrymrest Accord US RP-PvE server on World of Warcraft. Disclaimer: Writing may contain adult themes such as violence, mature language, and promiscuous activity.

[vanduril-ghost-blog]

There was no such thing as failure.

The request that had been given to Arick was a simple one. Documents were to be forged, then placed in the proper registries.

The Bladerunner lord had implied a questioning on his ability to lead. Arick had grown used to the implications of his age. After all, how could someone who was barely an adult possibly have any idea on how the world works? The young lord moved the smooth cloth over his blades, clearing them of the remnants from a job well done. They truly had no clue as to the lengths he had already gone to. Noble lines had a legacy to uphold. Some were trained soldiers, or skilled mages. They would not send their children into battle unequipped. Other lines held a grip on the economy, watching their trades and training their artisans. They would not send their sons out to broker trade deals without proper training. The Vanduril line was known as some of the most powerful assassins Quel’thalas had to offer. He would not be standing before a council as the voice of Covenant if they did not believe he was fit.

A small knock came on the door to his rooms. Arick set one of the daggers aside, tucking the other into its sheath as he opened the door.

“Lady Kirana is here to see you, my lord.”

Arick gave a nod, motioning for the servant girl to lead the way. Settled in the comfort of his family parlor was a lithe young woman around his age, with platinum blonde locks braided far down her back. Kirana gave the ethereal lord a wide grin, he robes rustling around her as she stood.

“Good evening, Lord Vanduril.” The pair exchanged a polite embrace, Arick taking her hand and placing a kiss upon the back. “So sorry to keep you waiting.” Kirana muttered.

“And a good evening to you, my lady. It’s no trouble at all.” A single pale brow rose in inquiry. “What name are you going by lately?”

“Dor’avel,” she answered simply, sliding an open envelope into Arick’s hands.

“These are your own work?” Sliding the papers out, Arick scanned the documents with extreme scrutiny.

“That they are. I hope they are to your liking.” A mocking depiction of shock popped onto Kirana’s face as she spoke. “The product of a tryst between Lady Flaresong and Emmory Sunrunner? How scandalous!”

Arick gave a vague smile, earning a giggle from the young woman. “Excellent work. Official seal and everything. Shall I assume the ‘original’ copies of these are inthe registry?”

“Just as you requested, Lord Vanduril.” The grin she wore grew smug. “Everything seems in order then?”

“Indeed.” Arick tucked the papers away, flicking the envelope back into her hands. “I have one more task for you. Lord Bladerunner. Send him a note saying the copies he requested are in order. Make sure they are put in his hands alone.”

“Anything for a Ghost.” The envelope found a home within her satchel, and with a formal goodbye, she was off.

Arick’s task was over. Now the lord of Sunrunner had the tools he needed. There was no room for failure.

@arandael @crownofasheswra

[arandael]

The documents didn’t come quick enough for the Bladerunner Lord. Every day that passed without word from the Vanduril’s was agony in his chest. He constantly kept an eye on those who faced conscription, the names, and professions of those who were forced to the war front.

It was a knock on the door to the sunroom that he sat in that pulled him from his despairing as he stared out of the large glass windows and towards the sea that sparkled nearby as if no wrong was currently being committed in the world.

Arandael turned his gaze toward the entrance way where a servant stood with a tentative smile.

“M’lord. A lady from the magistry is here to speak with you.”

His jaw clenched for a moment before he plastered his well known polite smile onto his lips and rose to his feet. “See her in.”

The young woman entered with documents in hand and a smile upon her own mouth.

Their conversation was brief and filled with little bit pleasantries. Altogether, her stay lasted no more than ten minutes and she was barely out the door before Arandael turned to open the envelope the documents were placed into. He read over them, his eyes narrowing faintly before he gave one quick nod.

Sliding the documents back into the safety of the envelope, he turned on his heel to head to his study. He had a letter to write.

Ampyria,

I have something for you that will be of immense interest. Please tell me when you can meet with me. It is extremely pertinent that we speak soon.

I send my best,

Arandael

@ampyria

@crownofasheswra

[aeviry-deactivated20170510]

Magically sealed, the following letter found its way to Lord Arandael’s desk before dawn.

Arandael,

I’ve put some thought towards the issue we discussed earlier, and believe that I have found a suitable solution. I would like you to reach out to Lord Vanduril. He said at Conclave that he would do whatever we deemed necessary, and I have arrived at the conclusion that the easiest (and most time-efficient) path for us to take regarding Ampyria will utilize him.

I understand that there are no surviving records of her birth nor even proof of her lineage from either line. For that reason, I need you to seek out Vanduril and petition him to have documentation written and placed, in the hand of a Registry official. This documentation will then be found, either by our men or his, before the week is up. Only then will you approach her and bring her to heel beneath our banner.

As for the details of the documentation I want drawn, we require confirmation of her birth and of her matrilineal parentage. It may remain true to life; Lady Flaresong should be listed as her mother. For her father, however, have him list Emmory Sunrunner. Have a statement of witness forged surrounding the circumstances of her birth as well. This will allow her to be placed beneath our protection but will also keep power and matters of a confidential nature out of her hands. Of course, I understand that she knows the truth of the matter, however I would suggest advising her that it is better to be a Sunrunner bastard than a simple maiden of a dead and traitorous line, and so what we are doing is a boon rather than a disservice.

I expect her to follow our typical protocol when she swears in. There will be a blood oath and an acceptance of our way of doing things if she is to be a part of what we are building.

Aeviry

[arandael]

The letter caused him more stress than he knew was likely healthy. It was with a heavy sigh that the man folded the piece of parchment and turned his gaze toward the far window of his office. He had little desire to directly ask for favors of Covenant, but did they truly have much of a choice right now?

Arandael turned his gaze back to his desk and reached for another letter that had been settled at the far corner. This one had been from Ampyria. She asked questions and demanded answers. What was going on? Was he going to war? However, more importantly, she touched on the fact that conscription was a near certain possibility for her in the coming future. It was a future that he knew he needed to avoid.

Two letters were written in his hand that morning before he had even thought of taking his morning meal. One to his liege, and the other to the young Vanduril lord.

Aeviry,

She’s a smart woman and once the situation is explained I have no doubt that she’ll fall in line. I will arrange for everything to be done. On this, I will not fail. I will send to you a line letting you know when all is complete. Shall I assume that I may act your proxy in her oath? Or would you prefer it done in your presence. Merely tell me your will and it shall be carried out.

Arandael

Lord Vanduril,

I reach out to you as a member of Conclave and for the hopes that you will uphold your word from the last meeting. I fear as if there has been some matters brought to the attention of Lord Sunrunner and I and they are matters that you and your skills will be most suited for.

This will not be a meeting without benefit to you. While I know not what fully might benefit you, I do promise that thiswill be the beginning of a mutual arrangement. We want similar outcomes, I know that much from the council.

I look forward to further correspondence regarding time and date.

Signed,

Lord Arandael Blazereaver

@crownofasheswra @aeviry

[velithar]

I was tagged by @aeviry and @ari-nyan

Who in your character’s life has made the biggest impact on who they are as a person today? Was that impact for better or worse? Does your character realize the effects they’ve had on them?

The person who has had the biggest effect on Aran is his cousin, Aeviry. The two began their relationship wanting to see the other dead and now they may as well be brothers. It was through Aeviry’s encouragement and pushing that saw Aran accept and embrace his lineage.

The person who has had the second biggest effect would definitely be Thoridren. He came into Aran’s life as his personal guard and became one of his closest friends. Thor helped Aran find himself in ways that Aran didn’t even realize he was lost in.

How much formal education has your character had? How does this compare to the average citizen of their homeland?  Did they enjoy their education or was it a struggle?

Education is one of the most important aspects of Aran’s life. While he was a child and sick, studying was really the only accomplishment he could have. Even after his health cleared, he continued to find studying almost therapeutic. His formal schooling is fairly typical for a wealthy nobleman in Quel’thalas, but his knowledge rises above average when informal study and self-taught subjects are brought onto the field.

How would your character react to being used or manipulated by someone they trusted? Would they ever forgive that person?

For Aran there are two different types of betrayal. There is the betrayal that he expects when it comes to the political games that are played in Conclave, and the betrayal of one that he truly trusts. Within the political arena, he trusts few and questions everything. If he is manipulated and betrayed there, he blames nobody but himself for being blind. Now when it comes to allegiances within the Templar, his staff, or anyone outside of politics? He reacts with fury. It would take him some time to visibly forgive the person in question and even then he wouldn’t forget.

Would your character ever cheat at a card game? What about only in certain situations, like when there’s money on the line or they’re playing against really unsavory people?

When sober? Absolutely not. It goes against his morals and he knows that he would be livid to discover someone else had cheated. However, once you put some thistle and drink into him, he becomes a bit looser with this mind frame. The desire to win completely overrides his morals.

How does your character feel about recreational drug use? Have they ever done drugs?  If not, would they ever, or have they intentionally avoided using them?

While in public Aran would never condone the use of recreational drugs. He is even seen and has been heard chiding his good friend and superior Sairys Stormshatter for his use of herbs in his practice as a berserker. However, in private he is an avid smoker of thistle and if particularly stressed will smoke himself into oblivion.

How does your character react to frustration, like being unable to solve a difficult problem?  Do they tend to get worked up over it, or to work through the problem logically?

Frustration is like Arandael’s kryptonite. While he can typically muscle through difficult problems and difficult situations, if there is ever a time when he is unable to find solutions or if a solution is not possible then he will grow extremely ornery.

Is your character happy with the place that they live? If not, what don’t they like about it?  Are they trying to leave?  Would they be able to if they did try?

Aran is extremely happy with his residence. He usually stays within the Sunrunner Estate, unless he wants to be particularly solitary. It’s then that he’ll stay in the Bladerunner Estate, though those trips are usually brief.

Has your character ever fainted/fallen unconscious for any reason? If so, why– injury/pain, shock, illness, exhaustion, dehydration, something else?  Does it happen often or was it a one-time thing.

Aran has fainted from exhaustion and illness when he was younger. The fainting spells were often enough to cause the concern of his parents and tutors. Since he’s gotten older, it hasn’t been an issue. The one time he has fainted from injury/shock was during one training excursion where he fell from a high ledge. Pain of injury from his arm coupled with his phobia of heights rendered him unconscious for a few seconds.

Can your character easily entertain themselves, or do they always feel the need to be around other people?

Give Aran some numbers to crunch, a new book to read, or a fresh research essay and he’ll be extremely happy. He’s also just as easily entertained in a training yard with some weaponry at his disposal. While he does get lonely at times, Arandael is a fairly solitary person and actually gets quite uncomfortable if he’s not given a good amount of space throughout the day.

Is your character good at keeping in touch with friends and family, or do they often forget to call/write/return texts, etc.? Does this bother their friends at all?

He is absolutely terrible at keeping in touch. He’ll get caught up with one thing or the other and then typically feel bad about losing touch. He won’t then make contact until he feels he has an adequate gift to make up for his absence. He’s unsure whether or not this bothers his friends and he doesn’t really want to know.

Just for Fun: Imagine your character at an amusement park.  What do they do? Ride the scariest coasters? Play games until they win the big prizes?  Stick to the smaller rides?

He stays the hell away from the roller coasters. Likely his competitive streak would kick in and he’d play the games in an attempt to prove he could beat the system.

[arandael]

OOC: Put this on the wrong blog. Just reblogging instead of taking it down and putting it down. #lazy.

[aeviaras]

An Unexpected Meeting

The invitation had been unexpected and yet, there had been nothing of hesitation in her response. Nothing at all.

Aeviara understood what the meeting was about as Aeviry offered explanation and though most would never think of her in that light, curiosity and a lifetime of training for such things came to bear in her decision to show up. She was to represent Starsong and so the deep green and gold silks she had selected were matter of fact, predetermined even.

Standing in the circle of this assembly with the others, the young woman was observant, taking in first the lay of the land so to speak and noting things like the connections between the parties. Four of the number she was already acquainted with and so that left her focus on the other two for now and how it was that they interacted. When called upon for observation, her voice rang out clearly and she simply did not overstate her presence as that would have been a sign of weakness, a sign of uncertainty. In the throes of political waters, the shark tank as papa referred to it as, one stepped with care and purpose, always.

The Lady Starsong stood there bearing the poise of one who deserved to be there, who knew her worth and exactly what Starsong ties brought to the table. Such appearances were necessary and as the topic at hand was levied and others offered their own input and advice, pulling up their stances and that which their households would back, she held back just a little.

Aeviry Sunrunner’s speech had been actually more than what she had expected from him, polished, heartfelt, impassioned. The man had a way with words, with stepping in this arena and though she had suspected it based upon her intellectual conversations with him, to see it was something of a wonder. And to their merit, the High Templar and Bladerunner Lord held their own as well. Devrin. Inwardly she smiled at the man as he spoke, a glimmer of recognition in her eye as he spoke with the precision of a surgeon holding a scalpel. It would have been a lie to have said that the man hadn’t caught her eye, or more accurately sparked intellectual questions on a level that thus far Aeviry had only obtained with her.

When at last her voice echoed forth, attention came to rest upon her and so too did the scrutiny of the occasion. That small chin lifted and the words that were ushered forth held passion and devotion in them, though they were strong words that literally could not be refuted. That she didn’t prattle on, was purposeful. One such as herself, in their company, had no need to grand-stand on this cause. No. Simply stated, she was a reminder that not one Sin’dorei life was an acceptable loss, and that regardless of what landlocked options, it was still within their hold to find a foothold to influence things. Her suggestions, her statements were taken at face value and then expounded upon once her position was fully realized.

In the deliberations to follow, Aeviara took note of the points offered and then pledged to uphold the Sin’dorei nation, to protect hearth and home, and to do whatever it took to accomplish that. Come what may.

@aeviry @arandael 

[ampyria-blog]

Lord Arandael,

It’s been a little bit since I’ve heard much from you. I know that you were quite busy earlier in the week, and I can understand why. I know that you are likely caught up in all of this, and while I don’t quite know or understand what the implications of it are for people such as yourself and Lord Sunrunner, I worry.

Twice this week I’ve been approached on the subject of enlistment. One was when I was with Barenai, and we were asked if we would consider becoming formal wolf riders of the Horde. The other time was a man in armor with a red and gold tabard, claiming to represent the interests of the Regent-Lord. I was told that I could refuse to enlist, of course, but that I would likely be conscripted before the month is out. I told him where to go. He didn’t seem to like that, and called me a ‘cheeky cunt’ in retaliation. The audacity of some people continues to surprise me.

On that note though, I think I’ve beat around the bush enough. Are you going to war?

Sincerely,

Ampyria

@arandael

[arandael]

Ampyria,

I’m sorry about the length of time it’s been since our last correspondence. Needless to say, matters have become extremely hectic and the days have blurred together in a myriad of hell.

We need to talk, though. Let us meet?

I am available this evening and beg you to make time to see me.

Sincerely,

Arandael 

[ampyria-blog]

Arandael,

Name a time and a place and I’ll be there. If you’d like. I’ll bring my cards, you bring the ale.

Sincerely,

Ampyria

[arandael]

This letter was scrawled even quicker than the last.

Meet me at the spire at the eighth hour. I’ll bring whiskey.

Signed,

Aran

[ampyria-blog]

Lord Arandael,

It’s been a little bit since I’ve heard much from you. I know that you were quite busy earlier in the week, and I can understand why. I know that you are likely caught up in all of this, and while I don’t quite know or understand what the implications of it are for people such as yourself and Lord Sunrunner, I worry.

Twice this week I’ve been approached on the subject of enlistment. One was when I was with Barenai, and we were asked if we would consider becoming formal wolf riders of the Horde. The other time was a man in armor with a red and gold tabard, claiming to represent the interests of the Regent-Lord. I was told that I could refuse to enlist, of course, but that I would likely be conscripted before the month is out. I told him where to go. He didn’t seem to like that, and called me a ‘cheeky cunt’ in retaliation. The audacity of some people continues to surprise me.

On that note though, I think I’ve beat around the bush enough. Are you going to war?

Sincerely,

Ampyria

@arandael

[arandael]

Ampyria,

I’m sorry about the length of time it’s been since our last correspondence. Needless to say, matters have become extremely hectic and the days have blurred together in a myriad of hell.

We need to talk, though. Let us meet?

I am available this evening and beg you to make time to see me.

Sincerely,

Arandael 

[templar-sairys-blog]

The Legion had come. The news Sairys came to hear in that Conclave meeting carried a weight more drastic than he could have predicted. The world that the Sin’dorei called home was once again being invaded by a force of destruction and death. Death itself had claimed the very Horde, with Sylvanas Windrunner as the new Warchief.

A Conclave of nobles had gathered. He was noble in his own right. Despite the jabs from other members, he was there to represent the sword. The absence of familiar faces was noted in empty spots among the collective. All sense of propriety and decorum was cast aside, and the words shared were raw but genuine. Once again, they were at war. There was a dire need to take up arms and fight for not only their livelihoods, but their values and traditions. He stood firm in his stance. He would protect the Sin’dorei and all they held dear.

Sairys was given a task. With Arandael’s help, he would restore as much of the Order of the Sun as he could in as short a period as he could manage. Much to his surprise, he already had three people who showed an interest in strengthening their numbers. Another battlefield to cross. Another enemy to take on. The High Templar had his work cut out for him.

[beautiful-wildlife]

Cold by Lényfotó

[arandael]

@ampyria Bar!

[arandael]

The hours that followed the Conclave meeting were arduous for Arandael on a mental level. 

It was from memory that he sought to write out the many thoughts that had cycled through his mind as the third hour of that meeting drew to a close. His mind had been a flurry of confused thoughts and uncertainty. It seemed like everything had been turned on its head with the current events.

The invasion, the death of well-known leaders, and the knowledge that war was upon them again made his stomach churn. The Bladerunner Lord heaved a heavy sigh as he reached for the bottle of amber liquor that he nursed and poured his chilled glass full. 

Work began in the morning, but he was intent on forgetting about that fact at the bottom of that bottle. This was another time when life as he knew it would change, and he had yet to acclimate to the most recent upheaval. 

Arandael shook his head and closed his eyes tightly as he rose his glass to his lips and took a generous swallow of the whiskey. Light save them all.

[aeviry-deactivated20170510]

Conclave of Quel’thalas, 08/09/2016

From Right to Left (around the circle) :  @aeviaras , Devrin Duskbane, @alcaeius , Arick Vanduril, @templar-sairys, @arandael, @aeviry

Not pictured: Tovirian Vel’ithar, Charrend Duskborne , Ampyria Flaresong (In Lieu of Lady Flaresong), Alexandria Emberfall

[arandael]

After dressing himself in the ornamental armor of House Bladerunner, Arandael stopped in the Bazaar after penning a letter. A was purchase made at one of the stalls and then a few coin paid to a courier, and it was only then that the Lord made his way to the rendezvous point.

The boy had simple instructions and they were instructions that he followed to the letter. The correspondence and a small box were delivered to Ampyria's current residence and released to her care only.

Ampyria,

It seems as if when I try to make my absence a bit better, other affairs find themselves in the way. I don't know the full extent of what is currently going on but I do know that we are at war. With that, I've been called on to attend a meeting that is political in nature and of the utmost necessity. I don't wish to do this, to tell you that I will not be able to take you to the Faire tonight, but know that I do it out of duty and obligation only.

I purchased this as compensation. You said you liked the first so I hope that this will soften the blow. I promise you that I will see you soon, I am still quite curious to see what you have done in my absence.

Sincerely, Arandael

@ampyria

[aeviry-deactivated20170510]

It was written with haste, and copied out by an even quicker hand, but the script was readable nonetheless. Delivered by private courier, each letter found it’s way into the hands of those necessary before dusk had truly settled in.

To whom it may concern,

There will be a Conclave meeting this evening, at 9:30 PM. Transport will be available at the edge of the Blackened Woods for those that prove their identity and membership among our ranks. There will be no speaker. We will be operating under wartime policy as of this evening, including at the aforementioned meeting.

This is not going to be a social affair. All ongoing debates, vetting processes and non-approved guest lines are to wait until another time.

Sincerely,

Lord Aeviry  Sunrunner

Writing on behalf of the Conclave of Quel’thalas

[arandael]

Arandael received the letter from a courier who bore a somber expression. He flipped it over to view the seal and found his own expression shifting from curiosity to confusion. Why would his cousin send him a letter when there were multiple other ways for them to have contact.

He slid a finger beneath the wax seal and opened the parchment to reveal the contents within. Fairly quickly his expression shifted to mirror the somber mood of the courier. Wetting his lips, he folded the letter up and slid it into his bag. It seemed as if his plans would be on hold for this evening.

[arandael]

Lady Ampyria,

I sincerely apologize for the length of time it’s been since our last correspondence. Tedious matters overtook my time, however, I hope this letter and the parcel find you well. I figured that it wasn’t proper for all of your attire to be hand-me-downs and figured this would be a start.

Now, I was hoping I could take some of your time tomorrow evening for some light-hearted activity. I believe you’ll absolutely adore the Darkmoon Faire and would be delighted if you’d let me take you.

Sincerely,

Lord Arandael

With the letter came a small package that contained a wrapped package of strider jerky as well as pendant that dangled from a thin silver chain. The pendant itself bore a single blue gem.

@ampyria

[tastefullyoffensive]

(via gallowboob)

[arandael]

OOC: More Bar. Just make that a wolf imo.

@ampyria

[norseminuteman]

[arandael]

@ampyria

Bar?

[ampyria-blog]

Their chance meeting confirmed plans for later, leaving Ampyria in an interesting predicament. She made her way to Sunrunner Hall not long after and was detained, predictably, by the guards. An audience with Arandael, they informed the ebony-tressed nobleman, was what she sought.

Moments after being allowed in and directed towards his study, she burst through the ornate double doors. 

“Arandael!” She spurted out, features twisted into a near panic. “I have a really big favor to ask. A really big one.” 

“Do you have a set of robes I can borrow for dinner with Blazereaver? The only ones I have are my mother’s, and a stitch caught on them. I’m going to have to repair them, and I haven’t got time.”

And indeed, as dusk was beginning to approach, she really didn’t.

@arandael

[arandael]

Even though he expected her arrival, he was still caught off guard by the panic that was set across her features as she burst into his study. The man put down the quill he held, his brow furrowing in concern and slight confusion.

“Do I–? I have robes but I doubt that they’ll fit you. I’m much broader than you are and several inches taller.“ 

Rising to his feet, the Bladerunner lord reached up to drag a hand through his thick and unruly ebon-tresses. "There might have been some left behind by some of those that abandoned the House. Come, let us look in storage.”

@ampyria

[ampyria-blog]

Storage yielded few results, though it took nearly an hour to sift through most of the trunks and crates. There was little to be found at first, as they pawed through garments left behind by various servants and noblewomen, wards and retainers. Ampyria’s unique build and tall height made most of the suitable options impractical or inappropriate. 

One of the very last collections, set in a far corner of the quite stocked storage, was a warded box that wouldn’t budge when Ampyria attempted to pry off the lid. A crest, flame surrounding a phoenix in a very particular design, was embossed into the central point of the golden, magic-bound lock. 

“Aran, help me with this one. I can’t get it.”

[arandael]

While he had always been aware that the storage at the Sunrunner Estate was hefty, he had never quite connected just how many garments had been left behind over the years. It seemed like every box and chest that they sifted through only yielded another container beneath it.  

With a sigh, Arandael straightened and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, the man's lips pursed as he stared down at the most recent chest that they had gone through. The garments were either too short, too small, or too common for the woman to wear to dinner with a nobleman and as the minutes ticked away, they lost the opportunity to find a seamstress to perform any alterations necessary.

Her voice pulled him from his hopelessness. He tread through the sea of forgotten items to find himself looking down at the ornately embossed chest bearing an all too familiar crest. 

"It shouldn't surprise me that you found this." He murmured as he knelt down. The man placed a hand over it, his eyes closed as he examined the spellwork that cradled the box within its protective wards. After a few moments of concentration, his lips parted and words passed them in a whisper. The box gave off a small purple glow before all buzz of magical activity dissipated from everywhere but the lock itself.

Arandael stood up and glanced around the room once more. "The key is likely in her former guest room. Whenever she stayed her for longer than the day, she always kept to the same room. Give me a moment." With that, he turned and exited the storage room.

@ampyria 

[ampyria-blog]

Their chance meeting confirmed plans for later, leaving Ampyria in an interesting predicament. She made her way to Sunrunner Hall not long after and was detained, predictably, by the guards. An audience with Arandael, they informed the ebony-tressed nobleman, was what she sought.

Moments after being allowed in and directed towards his study, she burst through the ornate double doors. 

“Arandael!” She spurted out, features twisted into a near panic. “I have a really big favor to ask. A really big one.” 

“Do you have a set of robes I can borrow for dinner with Blazereaver? The only ones I have are my mother’s, and a stitch caught on them. I’m going to have to repair them, and I haven’t got time.”

And indeed, as dusk was beginning to approach, she really didn’t.

@arandael

[arandael]

Even though he expected her arrival, he was still caught off guard by the panic that was set across her features as she burst into his study. The man put down the quill he held, his brow furrowing in concern and slight confusion.

"Do I--? I have robes but I doubt that they'll fit you. I'm much broader than you are and several inches taller." 

Rising to his feet, the Bladerunner lord reached up to drag a hand through his thick and unruly ebon-tresses. "There might have been some left behind by some of those that abandoned the House. Come, let us look in storage."

@ampyria