It has come to my attention that myself and yours have not come together for a proper meeting in quite some time. As it stands, the Amber Glade is one of the biggest contributors to the Oathguard in Dalaran and abroad in the Broken Shore with supplies and units. I would like to propose a meeting, one in which we are able to sit and revisit all stocks as well as forces and what advances are needed from here on out in the fight against the Legion. With many of the Master’s bent and broken, it will take renegotiation I believe to finally get everything back on even playing fields.
Please respond when you are able and accompanied with a time and date that would best suit your busy schedule within the Glade. I will be sure to set aside time to promptly see you and tend to these matters.
Busy were the days where business met holidays coupled into home life but like everyone else the Priestess continued on. Letters were in abundance but it was the small crate accompanied by one of the letters that made her brow rise.
A curious glance was exchanged with Silvia though the elder’s apprehensive sigh and tilt of her head said it all as she opened the lid to the crate and then tilted it inwards towards the Priestess. Within was a small grey colored kitten with a green color. An interesting little thing but such a curious gift for anyone to consider gifting.
“From a …..Whitstan?” Silvia read out and then extended the missive towards Kaevia which interrupted the Priestesses gaze and little pokes into the crate which were met with little hissing sounds, “Right. Well just uh.. Put it over in the corner I will be sure to have Illdarien see to it. I’ve never seen such a feline before.” Her eyes roved over the parchment in which Whitstan had wrote upon and his words seemed kind, genuine and well -- it was good effort for him to try and gift something to a friend. At the end of the letter she anchored her eyes to the crate in the corner once more to consider if the cat was safe considering the small amount of fel energy that permeated from its wooden confinement.
“ And another from Lady Bloodfeather addressed to you.” Silvia waved the letter in Kaevia’s direction and she swiftly took it up to regard the contents.
There was a sharp inhale from the Priestess which caused Silvia’s attention to pin to her and without question from the elder, Kaevia spoke, “I wasn’t aware Syrahn had been in Dalaran. Ah...and I can see word travels as fast as ever.”
There was a gentle shake of her head and she busied herself with preparing parts of her letter and inspecting the inkwell before writing.
Lady Bloodfeather,
I am unsure how formal you prefer your letters to be but unless otherwise stated they will be kept just that, formal. Please do not worry yourself over the lack of a visit as there is much going on currently within our ranks. Your support has always been welcomed with us as well as your friendship and dedication. House Tidebloom has our thanks and will continue to have such through the entire duration of their work and thereafter. I feel as if though I am more in debt to those around me and their actions than they should be of myself.
You would of course be correct in your attention to details and my current holding with House Eventide. If it were not for my mother and her ties with the Lady Eventide such arrangements might not have been able to be made. They have a touch of family business to tend to before the Aegis is able to join us on the battlefield but we, as the Guard have yet to make a full recovery from the battle in Highmountain. I suspect we will use it wisely. I plan on doing just that and utilizing the gifts of those around me. I have propositioned Vel’adir with teaching me how to fight but in the same token I will be seeking out Rethandus or Whitstan to also teach me what they know. With my father’s health being as deteriorated as it is along with his mind, I am still acting Commander as much of a fright as it sounds, a Commander should learn the tactics that is expected of them, no?
The Quel’dorei as possible allies? I believe I might be more inclined to hear you out on this matter as I have never been one to care for one faction over another or banners to be more gifted in life received over another and even through this struggle and campaign as Commander I hope that I can continue to execute a very neutral behavior as I have held with my person for a very long time. I am interested in hearing what you have to say about this endeavor of yours as I feel it beneficial for us all to be on common ground and of like mind before placing hope in “What ifs”.
I would hope you might find time in your schedule to see to Dalaran once more to discuss such fine details or that I might be able to take time in traveling to the Amber Glade. Either or, such a thing is not a terrible request or out of reach.
Your kindness extended on to my children is heavily appreciated. Rhistel has taken a liking to drawing and sketching as well as reading books nightly with Vel’adir. The twins Oriana and Rowan have little need for such intricate things being as young as they are but clothes is not something to be turned away. I would be interested in having the contact of said toy builder if and when you are more than happy to part with such information. A woman must be about her mysteries after all.
Happy Winter Veil and Light bless, Lady Bloodfeather. Please give my hello to Ijiro when you are able and the others. Jaeras must be getting tall now.
Sincerely;
Kaevia Sun’rael
Kaevia read over the letter, her thumb and index finger busy with drawing circles along one another as her eyes continued the journey. There was much she wanted to share about the Eventides and more but such was not the time to share such personal words about others and their woes to almost a perfect stranger.
The black seal with silver flecks met the sigil and there was given ample time to cook before the scroll was handed off to Silvia, “This one needs to make post right away.”
“And the other for Mr.Wilhelm?”
“I will see that it makes the post by my hand later this evening. I have some last minute business to tend to with the Temple before calling it a day.”
Silvia paused in the doorway with the scroll in hand and her free hand had made to adjust her bun, “And this Wilhelm fella. Are you sure it is proper to accepts other gifts from men while--”
“While what?” Kaevia looked up from the parchment in front of her with the greeting already written out, “Certainly you aren’t imply that I am up to no good or looking to play people?”
“Of course not my Lady, but not all would see it in such a friendly, innocent matter either. Just watch what you sya, do and what you accept else you might make waves.”
A snort nearly left the Priestess and she smirked upwards to Silvia, “There aren’t higher waves this year I could be faced with that I haven’t already bested but your worry is sweet. I will be careful.”
There was an awkward silence and the grey haired woman sought to turn and make out the door but then quickly whipped around, “So the ring on your finger then --”
“Yes, we are technically together, Silvia.” there was a gentle chuckle to her voice having sensed the curiosity from the much older woman. There was a followed up silence as Silvia stood in the doorway with her own, wrinkled and pursed lipped smirk before dashing out and down the hall. Of course, Kaevia did nothing but shake her head and continue on with her letter to the Death Knight.
Whitstan;
Your letter came as a surprise but even more so the crate which came along with it. I am sure Rhistel will be excited but to be sure the feline brings no harm I will have my Huntsman see to the creature. If all else fails he can at least train it for a far more calm and nonviolent atmosphere. I will admit it is quite adorable even though it did nothing but hiss at me upon looking in the box. Your thoughtfulness is appreciated, thank you!
As I am writing this letter I figured it best to include my current thought process in hopes to save on parchment as I had been intending to send you a letter but have not yet gotten around to it until now.
I was speaking with Vel’adir quite a few days back and I had asked him to show me how to fight. I am looking to learn what I can from who I can considering all responsibility has been placed into my lap for the Oathguard and her active counterparts. It is the least I can do to keep the legacy of what my father has built to remain alive and thriving as well as to continue forth with the plans on hand to battle the Legion where we might be able to. I have recently begun talks with House Eventide and have the pleasure of meeting a fellow named Baezen Stilmyst. Syrahn, Lady Bloodfeather has also offered her services and House Tidebloom offer theirs in the form of medical expertise for the wounded. We have many friends and allies and Lady Bloodfeather aims to make more.
I can explain to you in time if I am able to meet with Syrahn in the coming days and take a far better glance into the ideas she has cooked up.
I hope you are doing far better than the last time I seen you. How is your arm?
The letters did not stop even after all truths had been detailed and explained to the Oathguard masses -- all except a few back on the home front.
A pair of vibrant greens blinked, attention scanning over the letter once more that had been opened and addressed to her father, word that Syrahn had sent to inform him of other supplies and shipments. How could one explain such a situation without panic and worry? Swiftly her eyes then anchored to the unopened collection of letters address to Ijiro.
Kaevia was running out of room to swim, and fast.
Her utensil tapped softly along the desk and her eyes pinned back to the blank parchment before her, already it was filled with unwritten words but she knew such a thing would never be sent. How could someone send a response in reply of a question pertaining to something as important as supplies without touching on why the intended person wasn’t replying or why the letters from her lover had not returned? Kaevia’s lips pursed hard to where the fleshy tiers pressed to nearly turn white.
“ I hate this….all of this.” through and through, she reminded herself mentally and at the drop of the pen her fingers fumbled over the small communicator her husband gave her. The small dome structure served as a wonderful way of contacting Briel’a whenever she could though her time was limited, bedtime stories were kept up with to the best of her ability and even though the bustle of worries the Oathguard faced -- her love for her children endured, the worry so sickly accompanying her stomach every morning and night.
The Priestess pulled from the chair with the object in hand and her work abandoned for the time being. A few moments didn’t hinder her (already) touch of a struggle. Perhaps it was best to let her mind relax and feel normal for a few brief moments before finding the madness once more. The nook of the chaise is where she found herself and the hum and glow of the dome within her hands activated, “ Little sparrow, it’s minn’da.” and she reached for a storybook along the nightstand....
Syrahn,
Due to unforeseen circumstances I will be the one to see to your correspondences for the time being. The Oathguard is well and many of us are placed all over the Broken Isles seeing to many tasks from research and making good on the locals as well as seeing to the Legion threat plastered to the lands here. Currently there has been no word on the company of my father and Ijiro but search parties have been sent in Highmountain quite a while ago. Rethandus and Whitstan accompany the Blackguard forces in that location in hopes of finding them. I ask that such information be kept from my mother for the time being for obvious reasons. With having responsibilities for Arden I would hate to see her stressed or consider travel with the needs of young ones on her shoulders, I look for solid proof of life or death before making an announcement; as hard as it is.
Your supplies can be met at a location in addition to this letter as an enclosed map. Highmountain should be avoided as well as much of the Northern shores. If at all possible I would suggest to stage your course to Dalaran and I will coordinate a service of pick up for said supplies when able.
I should be lucky that the city of Magi comes equipped with plenty of portals and strapping lads to assist those in need. I will be sending this raven via portal so that it may reach you swiftly and carefully. Please know that my thoughts are with you and the others and please keep at ease knowing the Oathguard are doing everything they can to see everyone returned safely and well cared for after their arrival back.
Disappointment wasn’t something that Kaevia experienced often but it hit her hard the night her friend decided to casually introduce Whitstan to her and thus exchanging a look of disbelief. Of all the people she could have made nice with, it had to be -him- of all people. The one she heard terrible stories of and the scars members in her family wore because of his transgressions upon them -- nightmares as she remembered them, even more so after the disappearance of Zeth and Syrhis that happened many, many moons ago on behalf of the man who sought to scatter Alucieus’s forces to the wind.
How could she even think of it or to entertain the idea?
Was the enemy of her father her enemy too? Could Alucieus even come to possibly understand the lackluster reasoning to her allowing him in her ranks.
Everyone deserves a second chance.
He wants to do good.
He’s changed.
Each time her friend opened her mouth she sounded more and more like Syrahn, something Kaevia had already hear over and over again when they had the run in with another Priestess and Areus. A fucking mess, all of it. That’s what it was. And now -- this…
The audacity to welcome the devil to their doorstep. Ah, they never turned people away who were in need or sought to fulfill some sort of genuine, good deed ridden life and help others. But therein laid the problem, the problem being that this man Whitstan only cared to do good by a promise given to another. Promises were made to be broken and that was no secret, furthermore; a promise made to another upon their request was the type to be broken the fastest. Whitstan couldn’t of had a care to help others though instead it was Syrahn’s wishes and words impressed on him to do so -- or so Kaevia came to believe given the conversation she had with him.
Teaching a wild animal to not bare its teeth would prove difficult…Even more so that she had plenty of others at her back with their teeth bared as well, just waiting to take their rightful chunk from the man who just joined her ranks.
“Light have mercy…” The Priestess breathed out and her fingertips cradled several portions of her head when her chin dipped down, elbows to her desk and even taking a breather had a short time stamp upon it. The twins slept and soundly, just outside she could hear the laughter and shouting of Rhistel with Silvia. Even in times of solitude and peace, bright happiness and contentment there was that impending dread of something looming over her shoulder, a familiar feeling of doubt and darkness though she never let it linger for long….it lingered none the less. She had a lot of explaining to do and no where to start.
Reluctantly she pulled her pen from the well as if though her heart was already setting her body in motion, following her gut in knowing the correct steps though her mind seemed cluttered and thus through the chaos of it all, she finally penned a quick note:
Father;
I need to meet with you as I fear I might have some news I am in dire need of some guidance upon. I think I have made a dangerous mistake.
