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Lament

Daily Writing Challenge – November 2025 – Day 2 – November 10th – Lucky/Heartache

Camliri knocked on the door to her eldest daughter’s bedroom. Raena didn’t answer right away, but Cam could her the young woman sobbing inside, faint music coming from the Gnomish radio in her room.

“Rae? Can I come in, darling?” There was a rustling behind the door, the music turned down, and the soft padding of feet coming towards the door before it cracked open. And when it did, Cam’s heart cracked. Her baby girl stood there, her face tear-streaked and red, eyes puffy and wet.

“Momma…” the girl said and opened the door wide for her mother. Cam embraced her, pulling the younger elf against her, letting her rest her head on her shoulder, wrapping her baby in a hug as the golden-haired girl sobbed.

She was an adult now, her eldest child, but there are times when a girl still needs her mom, and when Raena had learned of her boyfriend’s lies and infidelity, she had sent her mom a message, asking if she could come home to the estate in Shattrath for a few days, not revealing why in the message.

“Of course, darling,” Cam had replied immediately, making sure to have Rae’s room cleaned, her bathroom stocked with her favorite things, and her favorite foods bought for the kitchen and pantry. The Arcanist didn’t know what was wrong, but she knew something was, so she made sure Raena’s homecoming would be as gentle as possible.

When the young Paladin had arrived, bags in hand, her face pale under her golden freckles, her eyes sad, Camliri knew something awful had happened. At first, she thought maybe it was something with her training, but Rae just shook her head ‘no’. She said that she just needed to get cleaned up, and headed for her room where Cam heard the water running in her bathtub. She went back downstairs to her study, and waited until she heard Raena go back to her bedroom, and then went up to talk to her.

“What happened, my sweet?” she whispered to her daughter. Rae huffed out a sob, her shoulders shaking.

“He lied, momma. He lied. He told me he loved me, that he wanted to court me, marry me, have a family with me… But I came home from training early one day, and found him… found him in bed… in bed with another woman.” She broke on that last word, pressing her face tighter against her mom’s shoulder, the weeping as quietly as she could. Heat rose in Cam’s chest, up her neck and into her face, that fire magic leaping to the surface with her anger, the urge to find this man and burn down everything he loved nearly overwhelming. He’d hurt her child, and she wanted him to hurt. Of course, she’d do no such thing, and would instead be there for her daughter.

“I’m so sorry, my heart,” she whispered against Raena’s sunny hair, stroking it gently.

“I know there’s nothing I can really do to take this heartache away, to ease your suffering in this moment, but I am here for you, always. You can stay as long as you need, this is your home, we want you here, and you need to be here right now.” She held Raena tightly, unconsciously rocking back and forth as she smoothed her hand over the girl’s hair.

“How did I get so lucky to have you as my mother?” Raena whispered against her mother’s now damp shirt, sniffling quietly. Cam laughed softly.

“The world works in mysterious ways, dear heart,” the Arcanist said, that heat subsiding as she held on to her first baby.

“Why don’t we go get some ice cream?” Cam suggested, and Raena nodded slightly. Slinging her arm around Rae’s shoulders, they headed down to the kitchen, where Maelin joined them in an evening of ice cream, tears, and some shit talking about what an asshole this boy is.

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Daily Writing Challenge May 25th 2023 – Day 5 – Miracle/Tension

Daily Writing Challenge May 25th 2023 – Day 5 – Miracle/Tension

 Andivia sighed. She hadn’t meant to, it just sort of came out.

 She was sitting at the island in Camliri’s kitchen, drinking some peach iced tea, and watching hers and Cam’s kids play in the pool. Cam’s cat, Lily, lounged in the shade of a brightly colored umbrella, occasionally opening her eyes to look at the kids, like they had disturbed her beauty rest. There was no sign of Dennis the Demon Dog, or Mal, today.

 The Arcanist eyed her friend warily, one long, slender brow arched. Andi caught the look and shook her head.

 “What?” she demanded, maybe a little more harshly than she intended. Cam held up her hands and did her best to look innocent.

 “Nothing, I was just thinking that you look… good. You look healthy and more alive than the last time I saw you. How have you been doing?” Andi frowned a bit.

 Truth be told, she hadn’t been doing well the last few years, but things were starting to look up, at least she thought they were. She had gone back to her spot at the Shielded Mind clinic and began seeing patients there again. There was a baby boom going on, and lots of new babies meant lots of new business for her specialty; pediatrics. On the days she wasn’t working there, she had resumed baking food for the orphanages, mending and making clothing and toys for them, and was even thinking about doing a fundraiser for care boxes to send to those fighting the Incarnates over on the Dragon Isles.

 “I feel…” she hesitated, trying to put into words just how she felt. “I feel kind of alive again, like the rut I had been in has finally passed, and my life has meaning again.” She gave Cam a weak smile and sipped more iced tea.

 “Andi, your life has always had meaning. You are one of the most genuinely good and caring people I know. I mean, I don’t know anyone else that would care about, and take care of, their ex the way you do. Or all of the kids that you help through your practice and work with orphanages. You are good, you are kind, and you are wonderful, and I think everyone except for you knows that.”

 Andi huffed out a laugh, blinking back tears in her bright blue eyes. She had to take another drink of tea to help swallow the lump in her throat. Still, she couldn’t keep the tears from slipping out and trailing down her cheeks, which were fuller and full of more color than this time last year. She did manage to not sob, though, and she thought that was a win.

 Cam came around the island and put her arm around Andi’s shoulders. Still a bit too frail, Cam thought, but getting better. Hugging the Priestess tightly, she said against Andi’s sunny blonde hair.

 “Go ahead, hon, let it out. It’s okay, this is a safe space, always.”

 The tension seemed to melt from Andi’s shoulders and she wrapped her arms around Cam’s waist and let her friend hold her while cried; hot, burning, angry, hopeless tears for the years she had let slip by in a daze, in a fog, burying her emotions so deep inside she was afraid she had pushed everyone she loved away. Tears for the years she had felt so alone, when she wasn’t really. Tears for the bitterness she had felt for even her dearest friend because Cam had a life that Andi wanted. Tears for the relationships she had actually ran from, from the ones that could have been that she hid from, but, most importantly, tears for the ones that were still there; Cam, Andaeros, and his awful puns that she couldn’t help but grin at, Dicenne, who always had a smile for her, Ryland, and his cheeky grin when she saw him, Leomar, and his quiet nods when they sat together in Cam’s living room by a fire in the winter, Mal, who loved to ruffle her hair and tease her about smiting him. For Felon, and his love of their children. And even for Red, who, although he was an ass so, so much of the time, he never failed to be around, just when she needed a reality check. Kalen and Tobin, the terrible twosome who would never, ever leave her alone, even if she begged them.

 And, when she thought about it, there were a slew of others that had always been in her life, had been a constant, even when she was floating in that sea of bitter loneliness.

 It was a miracle that she still had any friends at all. She hadn’t been a very good friend to any of them as of late, but she intended on fixing that. She wanted to be with her friends, with her people, with the ones that had become family to her.

 She wasn’t sure what had changed, but one day, something inside just… cracked. And instead of the usual hurt, the usual anger and bitterness, the usual fog, there was hope.

 Hope of the life she had wanted, and still did. Hope that she wasn’t too far gone to live that life. Hope that her friends were still there, still wanted to be there.

 And it felt good to hope. To have something to look forward to when she awoke, and the dreams of the future when she slept. She was ready to embrace that hope, and her life again.

 After all, her last name was ‘Hopebringer,’ it was high time she lived up to it.

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REVENDRETH - Hey, nobody’s perfect, right? List the traditional seven sins they would partake in from most often to least often. (lust, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, gluttony, pride)

(I have received multiple of this one, so here goes.)

Lust & Gluttony - Cam's love language is physical touch, she craves it, she needs it, so lust would absolutely be the top of the list here. There doesn't need to be an emotional connection, just sex is fine with her, and that's where the gluttony would come in. There are times when she just can't get enough, and doesn't care to get enough.

Pride - Although the imposter syndrome does get really bad at times, she -knows- that she's beautiful, talented, and smart. She's nobility, and with that comes a certain degree of pride outside of just her physical appearance.

Envy - I think envy kind of goes hand in hand with pride for Cam. If she sees something beautiful, she wants it, and if she can't have it, she envies the person that does have it. She can also be envious of her fellow performers (the imposter syndrome thing again), because she's convinced that everyone is better at than her.

Greed - Oh, hello, greed. Right in there with envy, Cam is greedy at times. She covets things, and people, a lot, will go to any lengths to get them, thinks that she deserves them, until the imposter syndrome and little voices in her head kick in, and knock her down a few pegs. It helps that she can usually buy whatever material items she wants. But she has learned better self control in the last few years, not spending frivolously.

Wrath - Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. There have been times in the past, with former partners (pretty much just one), where her fiery temper has almost gotten the better of her, and she's wanted to unleash the full fury of her wrath. She has amazing control of said temper, though, and has not let herself let lose.

Sloth - She's not a lazy person, she (begrudgingly) gets up every morning to do morning yoga with Kalen, she exercises outside of that, she's meticulous about her appearance, and even more so about her performances and costumes. Yeah, she takes days off where she does nothing, but those are pretty rare.

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Daily Writing Challenge May 22nd 2023 – Day 2 – Divine/Tragedy

Daily Writing Challenge May 22nd 2023 – Day 2 – Divine/Tragedy

 “Oh, Lady Starfallen, you are going to be the talk of the town once they see you on the red carpet,” Deidre Violetspinner, the Starfallen’s modiste, said with awe.

 The older elven woman stood, and took in the gown she had made for Camliri. Cam turned in a circle, also admired the dress. It was nothing short of miraculous; made from Black Embersilk, the color of starless night, it was embroidered with silver filigree, and boasted dozens of fiery, orange sapphires, deep red carnelians and rubies, and tiny, shimmering diamond chips along the filigree work. The bodice was laced in the front, like a corset, with glowing silver ties. A belt made of Red Embersilk sat low on her hips, the center gleaming with a giant orange sapphire that seemed to be on fire.

 Perched atop the Arcanist’s shoulders were epaulettes made of Orange and Red Embersilk, silver filigree, with a large, glistening ruby embedded on each side. Upon her head rested a delicate, six-pointed crown encrusted with fire opals. The stones gleamed with such light that it was dazzling to the eyes. On her back was a set of intricate, red and orange stained-glass flames, three on each side. They glowed from within and almost looked like real flames.

 On her hands and feet, the modiste had crafted Black Embersilk gloves and stiletto shoes, both capped with twinkling, silver leather. The gloves were finger-less so that an array of rings made from the same orange sapphires, carnelians and rubies could be seen. From the lady’s ears dripped earrings of blown glass that looked like molten tear drops.

 Cam hummed, twirling in front of the mirror, watching the gems sparkle like living flames.

 “I really think you’ve outdone yourself this time, Deidre. This gown is absolutely divine, I can’t wait to wear it on the red carpet for Vixxy’s show.” Deidre nodded, beaming proudly at the Arcanist’s words.

 “It’s a tragedy I can’t go with you to see the looks on everyone’s faces when they see you. But you’ll have Dana take lots of pictures for me, won’t you?”

 “Oh yes, Danastarian has been instructed to take as many pictures as possible. Still, he can’t go into any of the rooms, since he’s not on the guest list, but then, I don’t think I’ll need my assistant present for any of those rooms.” She winked at Deidre, who’s face turned a smidge red.

 Camliri twirled again in front of the mirrors, those blue eyes lit up as she once more inspected the gown.

 “Truly a masterpiece, Deidre. Thank you,” she said.

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Friday night, Maelyn and Dristan were off to see their dad, and Raena was on her way to Light’s Hope Chapel for a special class on the Light. It would be a quiet weekend; Sandoralin was also gone, back to Azeroth to visit his mother, and the rest of the staff were gone as well, except for her personal guards, which would be patrolling the grounds of Starfallen Estate on the edge of Shattrath city.

Cam had not felt so alone in such a long time. It seemed like forever since she’d heard from Ryland, he was off doing whatever it is that he does when he’s not out to sea, and Leo had also been quite distant and more reclusive than usual lately. Thaenicus was still completely incommunicado, so she tried to message a few friends, most of which either didn’t respond at all, or responded very shortly.

So she was left alone with her feelings and her thoughts, both of which were very dark and brooding. She poured herself a drink and thought about going out to the hot tub, but a storm was brewing, and she didn’t want to be caught out in it if there was lightning.

Storms on Outland were far different than storms on Azeroth; the skies turned a sickly green, the lightning was often vibrant pinks or purples, and the winds howled with rage. Thankfully, most of her flowers and plants would be spared the worst of it since they were in glass greenhouses. Her trees might not be so lucky, so she would have to walk the grounds tomorrow to see if there was any damage.

Having finished her first drink, she poured another, and decided to make it a double, before heading out to her sun room to watch the storm. She sometimes envied Shamans their ability to command the elements, especially at times like this when she would have liked to conjure a storm for herself. The dark, roiling clouds and forks of wicked lightning seemed to mirror the turmoil she was feeling inside.

She had brought the bottle of bourbon with her, so after she finished the second drink, she just started drinking from the bottle. Who cared if she got roaring drunk, all by her lonesome? She was an adult, she could do whatever she damn well pleased.

Her nerves were still a bit raw from the guild fair in Stormwind earlier. Kon had asked about her beaus, and she hadn’t really known how to answer since she hadn’t talked to either man since the tournament. Habit had her using her usual excuse; that they were busy with things, and she was sure they were fine. She hated lying to her friends and fellow performers, but she didn’t really want anyone to know just how raw and lonely she felt, so she deflected as best as she could.

The bourbon was starting to kick in, and she began to feel that familiar warmth spread throughout her veins, making her skin flushed and pink, as if Ryland were actually there, whispering naughty things in her ear. She pulled off her sweater and tossed it on the floor, then took another long drink from the bottle.

Outside, the storm was raging; the wind was indeed howling, whipping trees and bushes around as it screamed out its fury with lashing rain, licks of lightning, and peels of thunder loud enough to shake the house.

Drunk and undaunted by the storm, Cam stepped out into the night and the fury of nature, almost instantly soaked from the rain. Her top cling to her body, her red curls plastered to her face as her makeup smeared and ran. She watched quietly for a few moments, and then sank to her knees, still clutching the bottle of bourbon, and she screamed along with the wind and thunder, letting all the built up anger, loneliness, and pain flood out of her and into the night.

When her throat became raw from her screams, she simply dissolved into tears; deep, wracking sobs rocking her body. She used to ask the gods why she could never find someone that would stay for her, but she had given up asking long ago. She knew she was destined for a life of only brief happiness with someone else, and then it would be right back to being just her and the kids again.

Yet, each time she felt the familiar tugging on her heart, she hoped with everything inside of her that this would be the last time she also felt the sting of rejection and loneliness when they inevitably left.

But it hasn’t happened yet.

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