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A small IC item passed on to AranyaVerSarn's character during an in game RP with my Belf Demon Hunter: Altheas Flameshadow. This item is a small part of an overarching character story for my Nelf D...

by AquilusAKAStu

Dear Alleana,

It is with both surprise and grief that I write to you, for I surely thought that you had perished long ago. First know that I am alive and well; although drastically different than the man you once knew. And from what I’ve seen of the Shal’dorei, I am certain that you’re far different than I remember you.

I am sorry for the loss of your sister, my beloved Sylyssa. I can not express the pain I felt from losing both her and my unborn child, so I can only imagine the pain you felt upon her loss. After that terrible day I have been driven by nothing but anger and a hunger for vengeance. Just writing this letter is filling me with rage over my lack of ability to protect them. I hope this letter finds you in some semblance of well-being during this dire time. You need not worry about the Legion now. For soon they will no longer be a blight upon our world, or any other world for the rest of time. With much love, Ilandros Stargrove        

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Altheas Flameshadow had given the letter to his new employer, Arcanist Aranya Ver’Sarn, on behalf of his commander, Ilandros.

Aranya had yet to meet Ilandros, but as the kaldorei was determined to have beneficial relations between the organizations of Azeroth and the Illidari, and she had been glad to accept Altheas as her Chief of Security for the syndicate, and a liaison to the Illidari. The horned sin’dorei had asked if the arcanist had any contacts in Suramar.

She could only answer honestly with one. Lady Astra Ver’Sarn of Suramar, the only living noble of the family’s name and, after all the thousands of isolated years she had lived, a shal’dorei. The letter could be given to the Nightborne woman upon Aranya’s next visit to Shal’aran to see her reconnected relative, and Astra would know how to proceed from there.

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Dalah’surfal Ilandros

Somberly Sylyssa stood at her window gazing out over the city of Suramar, her mind drifting off far to times when life was more pleasant. Simpler. A life that promised to be nothing but blissful. A life before she was Shal’dorei. As she thought back a lump began to form in her throat, and she involuntarily began to fiddle with her silver hair. Hair that easily reached down to the small of her back. She did not even hear the footsteps coming from the staircase leading up to the room she resided in.

“Min’da?” Began another feminine figure, “Are you alright?”

The sudden break in the relative silence gave the elder woman a start, so lost was she in her thoughts. Blinking her eyes instinctively she turned to the origin of the voice to behold her daughter standing just within the doorway. She looked so similar to herself; as well as a bit of her father. Face slightly rounded with gentle features. While she herself had eyes that were more feline in shape her daughter had those closer to a hawk. Just like her father. She also lacked the long hair, having it cropped short, and the more modest dress that her mother wore. Sporting instead a pair of burgundy pants and a tight fitting white and burgundy halter top that generously showed her abdomen, much to her mother’s displeasure. Quickly composing herself she gave her a reassuring smile, her gentle features naturally adding to the expression. Seeming to radiate kindness.

“Anu’dora, my dear I’lyna,” she lied, not wishing to reveal the agony she was feeling. “I am well.”

A frown spread across I’lyna’s face at this, stepping up to her mother she slid her slender arms around her and rested her head against her mother’s cheek. “You’re thinking of An’da again, aren’t you?”

A sigh escaped her when the younger woman guessed correctly at what was secretly eating away at her. Embracing her tightly she planted a tender kiss atop her head, the lump returning in her throat, making her voice crack slightly “Am I… that easy to read now?”

I’lyna said nothing, instead holding onto her mother tighter. She had never met her father. The man who had won her mother’s unwavering love and admiration. She had heard her speak of him countless times, but a sadness always filled her mother after each retelling of her life mate. She slowly told herself to not ask about her father very often, out of love for her mother.

But Ilandros would still creep into Sylyssa’s thoughts every so often regardless.

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