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[esperanta-dragon]

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[risrielthron]

With each passing year...

The woman walked with purpose and grace, much like other Kaldorei she looked young. Her face free of any lines, her hair still a deep rich color. She paused a moment to read the street sign. The human city still confused her even after having been here for months since the tree’s destruction.

She approached the building and finally something looked somewhat familiar. The sight of the Kaldorei standing on the balcony looking out at the city gave her pause. She had given birth to the beautiful creature watching the city. Alistra’s eyes shone with more than her inner light. The memory of the first time she’d held her daughter was fresh as if it was just yesterday instead of the 407 years ago it was.

Squalling, deep purple in her baby rage until her mother’s first touch upon her delicate cheek. Then Brezlin brushing a kiss upon the babe’s brow. Risri was a perfect combination of the two of them. She could see herself as well as her mate in her daughter’s features. With each year’s passing, she wondered what he would think of her precious daughter. He would love her, of that she had no doubt. But would he have taught her? Would he have sheltered Risri like she had done after his death? The questions ran rampant through the elf’s mind.

The sound of the bells ringing throughout the city had her coming back to the present. Even with the regrets she carried, she knew she had done the best she could. She’d raised a woman who cared about her people and those claimed as family. Today they would celebrate quietly as Risri desired, their traditional visit to his grave would have to wait until the war with the Banshee was done. Shifting the small package she carried, Alistra pushed open the door to her daughter’s studio.

[risrielthron]

Mother & Daughter

Fictober Day 7 (Prompts 5, 8, 11) Fandom: World of Warcraft Original Characters

“Min’da, I want you to. Please, take what you need. Or if you want to return to Feralas, I will pay for that. I just want you to be safe.” Risri repeated the words for the third time. An hour they had been going back and forth. Her mother always said Risri was stubborn, but in this Alistra was giving it back tenfold to her daughter.

A sigh came from the elder elf as she took in her daughter’s distraught countenance. “I know you do, Risri. I am not without means.” Alistra waved her hand, “Since the fall of Darnassus, I have been consoling those I am close to, that is true. Now? Now, it is time to get back to life. I cannot mourn the rest of my days. I shall stay here in Stormwind because this is where most of our people are still. Until I am ordered elsewhere. However, I cannot let my daughter continue to pay my way.” She held up her hand in a stop motion, her voice fierce.“I can move on, but I will never forget what has been done to the Kaldorei. Those of us who can must show the others that life still goes on. That we are strong. And that the Kaldorei will not bow to the Banshee Queen.”

Risri’s expression said she wanted to argue more but then she thought better of it. A sigh much like her mother’s moments before filled the room. She shook her head, “Can I not help, in some way?”

“You have done enough for me and you are raising funds for the others. Your friend had those maps made for us, you have opened many doors for us, and you continue to help. I have seen you at the camps. Why do you feel it is not enough?”

The younger elf looked down, “You know why, min’da.” Her thoughts racing before she shook her head, “I will continue to do those things.” Risri looked at her mother, “Please, at least until I know things are as settled as you are pretending they are.”

Alistra’s eyes narrowed briefly at the comment but then she laughed softly, “Fine. You win. But!” her voice rising slightly, “Only for a month more. Things are already settling, by then they should be even more so. No more arguing. Understood?”

“Anar'alla Elune.” Both elves bowed their heads a moment to the goddess.

Moving close to her daughter, Alistra embraced Risri before patting the side of her face, “Come, let us go to the camps and assuage your need to help today.”

(Fictober 2018)

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Offer #498 - Alistra + MisterKnife

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Type of fanwork: Fic by Alistra, illustrated by MisterKnife

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Ratings: General audiences, Teen, Mature, Explicit

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Especially interested in: Gen friendship, Clintasha, WinterWidowHawk, Mattasha (Daredevil/Black Widow), BlackHill, WinterWidow (Bucky/Natasha). Open to discuss suggestions of other pairings/threesomes.

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Contact language: English

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By the time breakfast is beginning to fill the air with its distinct buckwheat aroma, Natasha is beginning to grow concerned Frank's gone into town and done something rash that might draw undue attention. "You're the least sentimental woman I know, Natasha," Matt says as he joins her at the stove, his arms going around her waist as he nuzzles a smile against her neck. "So why is it always porridge for breakfast? It can't be the enticing fragrance because it smells like a wet paper bag." Natasha moves the pot to the back of the stove and shuts off the heat before turning in the circle of his arms. "It's not porridge, it's kasha," she whispers, her smiling lips close enough to his that he'll be tasting the toothpaste on her breath. "And you can make your own breakfast if it's not good enough for your refined taste." She kisses his cheek and ducks out of his embrace, smoothly moving both herself and the unjustly vilified meal over to the table. Matt licks his lips as if that will hide his smirk and joins her at the table, passing her the cherry preserve before she even thinks to ask. The corner of his mouth twitches upwards as he does which, for him, is as good as a wink.

- Where Wolves Fear to Prey (Illustrated fic collaboration between Alistra and MisterKnife)

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[alistraforyou]

Ohrringe

Ich liebe Ohrringe einfach. Ich mag kleine, große und goldene, silberne und bunte Ohrringe. Die schönsten Ohrringe aus meinem Online-Shop Alistra möchte ich euch in diesem Post gerne vorstellen.

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