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         “Did you kill that guy?”

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[regrets nothing maybe?] stolen

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      It’s two in the morning and for once Irene had been blissfully asleep. But even in this neighborhood loud raps on a wooden door can awake the dead and annoy neighbors. She goes to it, robe tightly wrapped around her body and her hand raking through dark locks to make it more presentable. Whatever irritation had been pumping into Irene’s veins is quickly done away with at the sight of just WHO is banging on her door. 

     Drunk ( or maybe something else ? drunk seems the safest option and best guess ) and barely disheveled, he is the picture of ignorant happiness. Happy to see the door answer whatever thing that need to be said is poured from his lips as Irene keeps her growing laughter safe within her chest. He stumbles forward, chapped lips pressing against the corner of hers ( did he aim for the cheek and miss ? ). He tastes like rum and smells of smoke and he’s smiling. 

      Irene finally laughs before ushering him to collapse on her couch. Better her home than for him to try and stumble his way home and find a different neighbor to bestow his affection on. 

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Prodigal

          Entering Silvermoon for the first time was a shock to Abel, even with the distraction of his newly found companion and even through the heady mix of excitement and confusion that often came with getting oneself lost in a new world. The glorious whites, golds, and reds, the glamour and the beauty - all of it was so striking that on his first visit that Abel could hardly contain himself as he and Pentele made their way to the streets, looking for answers to the seemingly impossible question of how to get the wanderer home. Now though, despite the beauty of the spires that seemed so unaffected by the dead scar that ran so close-by, of the ruins that sat just on the periphery, Abel hardly noticed the city itself. 

          It was one particular elf that he searched for, one mane of startling red hair - and the shaggy wolfish one that always seemed so near to its mistress - one pair of pale hands likely clasped around a bow they they were all too good at wielding. Abel knew the face well; he’d sketched it on that first meeting, noted and described it and the little expressions it made when he frustrated it. The Chaosian chuckled to himself as he went over his notes, flipping through his little notepad to collect what hints he could on where to find his old friend. 

          He had learned a few things on his trip to Amber - to that place that half of his lineage called home - but none of it seemed to do very much to help Abel’s sense of direction. And so, flawless as his disguise was, as similar as he looked to a resident Silvermoon elf with his pale skin, his red hair, pointed ears - and those strange eyebrows that he’d added last minute on a whim - he nevertheless was the hopelessly lost traveler that Pen had had to rescue all that time ago, standing there in front of the grand fountain and its statues, backing away from a particularly angry looking Sin’dorei that was advancing on Abel with a dagger drawn for the particularly enthusiastic and misplaced hug he’d given to his mate.

         “Sir, I promise you, it was a mistake - I mistook her - she - she looks like my friend - “ he was stammering, attempting in quick, simple phrases to explain himself because the language of the land was still quite lost on him. 

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