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[kharrisdawndancer]

DWC November 2022 - Day 7 - Infatuation/Endless - Maths

Most would assume him to be completely frivolous. And that wasn’t true. He wasn’t COMPLETELY frivolous. Only mostly frivolous.

His sister. Music. His hair. These were serious things. Precious and worthy of attention.

But he did appreciate a good time. His big smile and the sparkle in his eyes gave him away. Rimath had a signature as bombastic as his jokes, and he flourished it before setting down the pen. Even the broker was smiling back, and these guys almost never smiled. Too serious usually. Maths could get them loosened up though. Easy had counted on it. Maths was good with figures.

“That’s it then. You’ll take over the property after the new year. We will be in touch with some reliable vendors. Good luck, Mr. Wildswind. You’ll be hearing from us soon.” The human stood up and snapped his business case closed, the freshly-signed paperwork safely inside. Maths held out his hand to the gnomish woman and shook it.

“Delighted to hear it. Easy and I thank you for this opportunity and we’ll be sure to pass on your name to our friends in need.”

It was all coming together.

It didn’t look like all that much--and that had gotten them a great deal!--but it felt destined. A coat of paint, some sanding out the snags, and some well-placed guards? Yeah, this place would work out good. A bit of a hole in the wall, but it was quirky and got a lot of foot traffic.

Some people would say no one needed another bar. But she had character. She had access. She had personality.

Or she would.

His sister had teased him about his infatuation with the idea of owning a bar, but Maths didn’t mind admitting he was already half in love with the place. Now it existed.

Almost.

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[pyraelia]

November 26 - Day 7 Infatuation / Endless

Companion story to Aerden’s Day 2 -> here

This had all started as an infatuation, hadn’t it? It was kind of funny to think about now— how girlish she’d been about it all. But, she’d been younger, and having a crush had been fairly new. The highs and lows of those emotions she felt so much more keenly, back then. Not that it was really that long ago, but it felt like it at times.

They’d been better friends these last few years than they had in those early ones; she’d go so far as to call Aerden one of her dearest friends even, ranking him high in the echelon of people she had endless admiration for.

Which was absolutely why she, a former noblewoman who had traded away her titles for a bit of mental peace, was getting all dressed up to go watch some brawls in Dalaran’s infamous Underbelly.

Well, not all dressed up. Really it was more dressed down, or maybe even dressed simply, if the clothes were still a little expensive. A black satin bomber jacket with a nice pastel pink lining to hide most of her prosthetic arm, basic white t-shirt and snug black denim pants that hugged her legs and made her look every inch the six foot tall that she was, and a well worn pair of slouchy adventuring boots that were comfortable enough to stand in if there wasn’t seating.

She looked good. She felt good. She was so happy to be asked, they shared a few interests but it was kind of a treat to get invited to share in one of the ones she didn’t know much about.

No matter what happened, they were going to have a good time!

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[commanderbragh]

Inherited Traits

DWC - Nov 26, Day 7 - Endless

“Alight! Break!”

The trainees stopped their sparring and looked towards the lieutenant. The trainer nodded confirmation before turning on his heel and walking off of the practice field. Waiting for the lieutenant at the edge was the head paladin trainer, Lord Shadowbreaker.

“How do they look, Lt. Rignomer?”

“Green, sir. But there is enough to work with.”

“What about young Larethian?”

“His enthusiasm seems endless, as does his determination,” Rignomer responded cautiously.

“But?”

“He does not have his father’s skill”

“His father has a few decades head start.”

“I would have assumed that the son would have learned simply from being in his father’s shadow for so many years.”

“Sarcasm?”

“Of course not, sir,” Rignomer responded, but there was a brief smirk. “In all seriousness, he knows the tenants and he has the basics. He does not understand them yet, though.”

“Understanding comes with time and experience.”

“Of course, Lord Shadowbreaker.”

“Would you drum him out, lieutenant?”

“I would not, sir.”

“Even though he does not yet have that family skill?”

“I have seen people with endless determination accomplish great things, sir. I suspect that he has potential, regardless of his last name.”

“Then I guess we’ll keep him for now,” Shadowbreaker said with a grin.

“Of course, sir. And if you’ll excuse me, they’ve had long enough to recuperate. Time to start with the difficult stuff.”

“Have at it, lieutenant. See what you can get out of them.”

“I always do, sir.”

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[sabbactroll]

DWC, Day 7 - Endless

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Lyrics: We Said Hello, Goodbye

Zeragosa takes to new skies.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for the portal to Dalaran."

"New or old?"

Zeragosa, a tall blue dracthyr with pale blue eyes and scales, cocked her horned head slightly. "I'm sorry. I thought that there was one city named Dalaran? There are two?"

The young portal mage next to her, a human with bright blonde hair and green eyes, sighed with exaggerated heaving shoulders. Clearly this was not the first time they'd gotten this question. "We have portals to Old Dalaran and New Dalaran. Old Dalaran is located above the continent of Northrend, New Dalaran is above the Broken Isles. I am required to tell you that you may experience some temporal anomalies whilst traveling; these are contained time bubbles, constantly monitored in case there are 'complications.'" The mage took a breath. "With all that said, where did you intend on going?"

Zera grinned. "Wherever I can find the biggest sky."

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Icatia's feet wobbled on her family's polished stone balcony. She mustn't slip! Great dancers don't slip up, like, ever. Well, sometimes. Time to spin! Oh, how her new plum colored dress sparkled in the darkness above Suramar, like a million stars in the sky. The other girls would be so very jealous.

Thankfully, the little nightborne's mother was just a step away should she fall, and there were strong, steady hands holding her arms up. "An' spin, an' spin, and stop!" said her troll dance instructor sharply. "Arms up 'ere, hon, yah want ta be lookin' like a lotus flower bloomin' when yah finish." A wobbly end to the dance routine, but Icatia got all the way to the end. She deserved a cookie.

The clever girl was about to scoot off to the kitchen, if she didn't get distracted by a blue dart with wings up in the skies. "Miss Sabbac?" Icatia asked, standing on the very tippy top of her toes so her teacher could hear out of her big pointy ears. "What's that?"

"What's what, hon?"

"That, up there! Ummmm, there's a big bird with wings and legs...and it's blue....and it's, um, it's going up and down and up and down.. It's got a big nose, and it's flapping its wings. Fwuh, fwuh!"

The blue troll tugged on her earrings and hmm'ed, deep in thought. "Could be one a' dose blue dragons from up de way. We just let dem be, right?"

"Mhm!" said Icatia enthusiastically. "Let them fly and fly."

"Good. One more run through a' yah routine, den we'll get cookies, right?"

"Okay!"