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(Leona Letter and Riz Letter)
He had received the first letter from two massive Tauren. For a split second the crimson haired elf had feared for his life as the two bulky males stared at him with squinting suspicious eyes. It turns out they were the only ones from the postal ship that had been able to carry the massive package Leona had sent, and their squinting was from them not being used to the heavy sunlight in the area. He moved to the side and they came in, placing the map down on his desk with an ominous thud. He had paid them both generously for bringing it to him and then had read the letter. He had reacted in a multitude of ways, mostly anger and rage, that Leona had been tricked, that she had been put through whatever these trials were...and then sadness. She wasn’t going to return. Saeris had frowned at the last part, something was going to happen? He didn’t understand. He would wait until Riz came home, he would show him the letter and ask for his advice before replying, he had decided.
Which made the second letter so much harder.
He had spent three days pouring over the quartz monstrosity the young jewel-whisperer had made him. It was insanely detailed, his numb fingers had been tracing every ridge, every facet of the massive map of Azeroth so lovingly created. It had not moved from his desk, mostly because he could not lift it. He had been considering ordering a new desk...or maybe someone to put enchantments on the rocks so it could be levitated, when he received the next letter.
‘I don’t think I’ll be returning to Sunspire’
The rest of the words had faded out, the small smile on his lips from the reminder of the Tiger and the Lotus falling as his heart clenched painfully in his chest. Leona wasn’t coming back...and now Riz. He tried to read the rest of the note, but the words wouldn’t process. It was like when he’d first come back and Shade had given him books, it had taken him three months to process written words again, to make them make sense, and now he felt like he was back at the beginning. When all he’d had was a name, and a place to go, and nothing else. He didn’t understand it. Had he been a bad boyfriend? A bad uncle? He knew his temper sometimes flared but...had he done something wrong for them to leave?
What had he done?
Saeris gripped the paper as he felt hot tears sting his eyes, Nara was not there right now, as she had gotten bigger she had begun to hunt on her own, returning three or four days to stay with him three or four days before going back out to hunt unless she was needed. She had left that morning. He began to pace, the letter placed next to Leona’s and he would walk up and down the entire cottage, reading them over and over until nothing made sense, trying to piece together. They spoke of love, of travel and of not belonging. They didn’t tell him how to fix it, how to repair whatever he had done to make his family leave him.
Water my plants!
Saeris absently flipped on the circulation system that kept the plants watered as long as they were gone, grabbing his bag and storming out of the house before he could wear a hole into the floor. He didn’t stop until he was at the door of the Wyrm, stalking inside and looking for the goblin that ran the establishment.
“I nee’ th’ ring.” He said sharply, forcing his voice not to break.
Greasenut raised a brow at him. “You ain’t drugged again are you?” he asked. “Not that I care about your well being but I wanna know what I’m gettin’ into y’know?”
The crimson haired quartermaster snorted. “No. I’m no’ drugged.” he pulled out a heavy satchel of gold. “Put tha’ as the pot, winner gets fifty thousan’ gold.” it was what he had been saving to take himself on a trip. This...this was the trip he needed right now. Mindless pain and fists and not thinking.
It didn’t take Greasenut long to accept that, the bag was practically out of Saeris’s hand before he finished the word gold. In ten minutes the crimson lotus was back in the fighter pit, and while it was early, there was always someone who was willing to try and punch someone else for an exorbitant amount of money. This time was different, he would remember this, and he could leave at any time. He wasn’t chained, he wasn’t captured...he walked into the pit willingly, and he would either walk out willingly, or be carried out. Either way meant a break from the agony in his chest, a reprieve from trying to figure out how to make them come back.
Love always, Rizzy
Love and kisses, Leona
Saeris looked up at his first opponent.
“You better make this good.”
( @rizzythemonk @batandmole )