Nathaneal Reising

[ Nathaneal - Wyrmrest Accord ] Sub-blog of Renwyck Darrow.

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There's nothing more daunting than an empty page. Just a void of white that seems to draw in every thought, every simple idea and drown it in the nothingness. Yet, occasionally some letters begin to stick, refusing to be swallowed by that empty page. Letters become words -- words become sentences, until finally that white is inked with thoughts. Some inspired, others less so. But the blank spots become less of a stumbling block and more of a motivation to create. And that's when you realize that there's nothing more exciting than what used to be an empty page. 

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Finding the Muse

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Sunlight shone through the thick canopy of leaves over Elwynn, golden spots illuminating lush grass covering the earth. Serenity marked the warm spring day, a chorus of songbirds heralding the afternoon.

Nathaneal tapped the point of his pencil on the page of his notebook, specks of graphite dotting the margin of the parchment. Lifting his gaze from his words, he turned his attention skyward. A soft sigh parted his lips as a breath of wind rustled his brown hair. The writer shifted against his grassy seat, drawing his legs in to cradle the notebook as he took pencil to paper once more.

Rosselyn plodded down the road away from the city gates and followed it through the greenery that was Elwynn Forest. Here, she straightened, a little more sure of step as she drew away from the congestion of people and their noise. Here, there were sweeter sounds of birdsong, here she could hear the breeze coming through the trees and could better appreciate it. Here the thoughts of a mother leaving her behind on a day where people celebrated their matriarchs did not weigh so heavily.

And here, there were friends in the most unexpected places. Observer that Rose was, she easily picked the familiar form of Nathaneal trying to find his muse in the grass, right down to the well-tailored suits that always were his signature. She thought to observe a little while longer as any artist might, focusing on the expressions of his face as he peered upward, the way that breath rose through his chest and parted his lips. As he’d lower his pencil back to paper, Rose dared a little smile and began to walk his way.

“…hi.” Despite the number of letters and wealth of words they had passed between each other in writing, Rose stumbled on just exactly what to say verbally. She almost seemed hesitant to disturb him in the first place, but a little part of her wanted to catch the writer’s attention before letting the observances make her feel too awkward.

The sound of the voice, regardless of how meek it was, caused the smooth arch of his script to lurch, a harsh line of grey striking through several words from the sudden jolt. Nathaneal looked up to catch Rose’s gaze, a surprised expression softening to a smile. “He-hello,” the writer replied. Slipping his notebook from his lap, he started to rise to his feet for a proper greeting.

There was a moment of doubt that made Rose step on her own foot, noticing how the writer had been startled. The same instinctual doubt she felt when her focus in art might idly glance her way, and she’d quickly try to find something else to look at, or flip over her sketch in an effort to not tip off that she was sketching them without their knowledge. 

Animals were easier to greet. People she at times couldn’t figure out, even when she considered one a friend.

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“Ah, no, I’m hardly familiar, blends in with a few other faces for me a bit. I’d say he is a young, well-dressed..business sort, but no - he ducks away from the typical crowds even if he could get lost in them from what I have seen. I might have handled some sort of request from him before. I do remember some impeccable handwriting from him for some reason.”

“But really, one look at him, and you can tell he’s much more comfortable around books than he is people.”

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