Sunlight Diaries - #1
Dated two weeks before the Twilight Ascension
Is ignorance really bliss? I've heard the expression many times over the years and read it in books here and there, but it never made much sense to me. Why would I WANT to be ignorant, I'd ask myself. But now, I think I get it.
I've been speaking with Illyssae, my moonlight, and she's told me about The Radiant Song, Xal'atath, and the various goings on surrounding the Earthen. I'll confess I knew about it, but only in the sense of someone who was lost in her own world and paid little heed to anything beyond it. I was a strider with the blinders set to the side of my vision so I could only focus on what was ahead of me. And all that was ahead of me was my future with her.
Perhaps, I was selfish, or foolish, or both. I know she'd say I was neither, but it's hard to think of my House and my family name just…lost like that. Claimed by 'dear relatives' who decreed that I was being flighty and disrespectful for changing the family name and swore that I was wasteful by focusing on other duties and on my heart.
And the thing is, I can't say they are entirely wrong. I did withdraw from Silvermoon after the Dead Scar was burned across my homeland. I pursued pirates well beyond the borders of Silvermoon and sought to force order in a chaotic world far beyond my families holdings near Sunsail Anchorage. And changing the House name to LaChance to 'preserve my family legacy' from any mistakes I may commit. I wonder if I was actually protecting myself from responsibility.
Perhaps that's why and how Uncle Mathin and Aunt Sylwea were able to petition to wrest control of House Sungrass right from under me.
I should be angry at them. At least angrier than I find I am. I was tempted on writing letters to Idriel and other friends I still have among the Blood Knights for help. I was tempted on asking Ilyssae to join me on storming the proverbial palace and reclaim what was mine.
But I didn't…and it wasn't until I told my moonlight about everything that I realized what I was feeling and why.
I was relieved. I was free.
I could choose my own path. I was no longer bound by a name that felt torn from me after the march that took my father and elder siblings away from me. The responsibilities of being the matron of a house were no longer mine…and I felt relieved.
I wonder what my parents would say. I suspect father would be disappointed, demand I take up my epee and challenge Mathin and Wylwea for the right to the house. Mother would probably agree, but I barely remember her. She was a socialite, always vying and pushing to curry more favor and power for the house while father was serving as a port captain. So who knows what she would say?
But, mine isn't their life to live. It is mine and I choose to stand by Ilyssae. The woman whose captured my heart. The hand that holds mine.
Father always said I was a willful child.
Dated three days before the Twilight Ascension
A letter came in early this morning. I could tell it was strange since the courier wore bulky gloves that glowed with, what I could assume, were dwarven runes. The letter itself came in a peach colored envelope and was covered in glowing scrawlings that I could never read, as the letters seemed to sink into the paper each time I tried to focus on them. All I could read was that it was addressed to me and it was addressed from my mother, Laure.
Moonlight tried to take it from the courier's hand, but he refused and issued a warning. The enchantments I noticed were of a special type that would resist the touch of anyone it wasn't meant fo. He demonstrated by placing a corner of the envelope against his wrist. I heard a slight whistle and whine like a tea kettle placed too long. The man winced and jerked his wrist away and swore how hot it felt in that briefest touch.
So after signing for the missive, I took the letter instead and sure enough, the letter f elt like any other. Just ordinary crinkly paper that smelled slightly of whatever cologne the man wore.
I tore open the envelope and set the contents, two folded sheets of paper, on a table. I placed the envelope in the air and suspended it with a touch of magic, the better to keep it out of the cat's reach; especially as Nimbus was just as eager to poke and prod at the strange new magic as my moonlight was.
In either case, I picked up the papers and read each in turn.
The first was a letter from my mother. It was a will and was dated two years before her death during her adventures on The Broken Isle when she ventured . It had a stamp upon it from the Silvermoon Enchanter's Consortium signifying that it was magically bound in the sealing enchantment and delivered to the family home two days after. It swore that I would be allowed
Ah, I should explain, shouldn't I?
You see, Arthas never killed my mother, so the House remained in power for some time. But I was lost to grief and self-imposed madness and focused all my energies on being a port warden and pirate hunter. Mother remained at the helm of the proverbial ship, but she left to join The Horde in fighting back against the Burning Legion and, as I understand it, died in the early months of the campaign. Slain by a demon's spell.
As I was the eldest and only child remaining, the house fell to me. But I didn't return home nor did I choose to find a lover to rear children with. I kept focused on my life and my goals and changed the family name to signify that things were different.
Back to the letter, it was a simple thing. A mother's plea to live as honestly and true as I could. To shine like the gems and jewels I loved. And a confession that she had always kept an eye on me and approved of what I had done up to that point along with a prayer and wish that I could overcome my grief.
Ily was there to dry my tears and hold me tight as I opened the second sheet. It was a deed to a property that would be mine if I wished it. And it bore a symbol I had never seen before, but one which Ilyssae was familiar with.
The Tirisgarde.
Tomorrow, I'm setting off to see what my mother has left me and to learn more about what the Tirisgarde is and how it relates to my future.
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Written in response to Gale-Heart.
