Post by Shari'Adune Forestsong on Feb 7, 2011 22:40:02 GMT -5
The small troll woke in her bed alone, the same way she had for a month now. Her small burn scarred hands clutching the second pillow to her chest like she was scared it might try to steal away from her at any moment.
Big, glass blue eyes looked around, taking in the quiet stillness of her little Kaldorei style home. It was one room, with the head of the bed pushed up against a wall. The three windows were allowing in sparkling rays of sunlight.
She pressed her face into the pillow and inhaled, letting out a single choked sob which was muffled into secrecy.
His scent was gone now. She had clung to it trying so hard to burn it into her memory for days after he had disappeared. But now, like he, it had disappeared to.
Soon she relinquished her grip on the pillow and sat up slowly. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep. Rubbing at them with little fists she then brushed her long, pooling sea green hair from her face and sucked on her lower lip as it slowly dawned on her what today was the beginning of.
The Love Is In The Air Festival.
Scrambling from the bed as she had done for three years on this day she tumbled to the floor with a soft thud in a mess of blankets. With a renewed eagerness she swept around to the bottom of the bed where her old trunk was positioned. With the utmost care she opened it up holding her breath, eyes closed.
It took her a moment of silent composition before she could gaze inside, for within lied physical sentiments of her most cherished memories. Very reverently she took out a neatly folded, patched blanket that had a small toy bear laying atop it. The bear might pass for an elf with the right imagination. She placed these things to the side and leaned up on her knees a bit to peer inside again. Her eyes washed over many little trinkets and treasures until finally she spied exactly what she had been looking for.
With a pained smile she withdrew a [Cherished Bracelet]. It was a Darnassian charm bracelet, crafted by a master jewel-smith with little dangling gems.
The name she then said was barely whispered, "Demitrios."
And just like that all the memories came flooding back, as they always did each year, at this time. It was the one time of year she allowed herself to think about him in any amount of detail. It was the one time of year she allowed herself to wonder what might have been, how he was doing, even what he was doing. If the Sickness had taken his mind entirely or if he had somehow escaped it and gotten better. Most importantly, if he was happy.
Her eyes fell to the bracelet again and she smiled faintly remembering how a couple months after the Cats had changed their appearances, how she had snuck into the Alliance controlled area of Dalaran into the little tower where they had often sat together just talking, watching people pass below and enjoying each others company. There was a row of flower pots on the ledge there. The first day they had met there, he had caught her smelling them and tickling the petals with her fingertips. It was within one of the flower boxes she had placed a lovely charm bracelet wrapped in nothing but the hope he would have thought of her as she had him, and maybe find it.
Against better judgment she had snuck back in a couple days later just to see. She had had to know. What she found there was a different bracelet. She had known instantly by the craftsman ship who it had been from.
Each year thereafter she had gone back to Dalaran, wearing the bracelet, to sit on a rooftop across from the little tower to just watch. Perhaps it had been her timing, or something else but she never seen him.
It had become a bit of a tradition for her.
It was with a heavy heart she looped the jewelery about her wrist and snapped the clasp. Holding the wrist to her heart she covered it with her other hand and bowed her head. When she looked up again it was with a rueful set of her jaw. She stood, the blankets falling to the floor leaving her naked in the middle of the room. It was time to get ready. She had a tradition to honor.
Big, glass blue eyes looked around, taking in the quiet stillness of her little Kaldorei style home. It was one room, with the head of the bed pushed up against a wall. The three windows were allowing in sparkling rays of sunlight.
She pressed her face into the pillow and inhaled, letting out a single choked sob which was muffled into secrecy.
His scent was gone now. She had clung to it trying so hard to burn it into her memory for days after he had disappeared. But now, like he, it had disappeared to.
Soon she relinquished her grip on the pillow and sat up slowly. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep. Rubbing at them with little fists she then brushed her long, pooling sea green hair from her face and sucked on her lower lip as it slowly dawned on her what today was the beginning of.
The Love Is In The Air Festival.
Scrambling from the bed as she had done for three years on this day she tumbled to the floor with a soft thud in a mess of blankets. With a renewed eagerness she swept around to the bottom of the bed where her old trunk was positioned. With the utmost care she opened it up holding her breath, eyes closed.
It took her a moment of silent composition before she could gaze inside, for within lied physical sentiments of her most cherished memories. Very reverently she took out a neatly folded, patched blanket that had a small toy bear laying atop it. The bear might pass for an elf with the right imagination. She placed these things to the side and leaned up on her knees a bit to peer inside again. Her eyes washed over many little trinkets and treasures until finally she spied exactly what she had been looking for.
With a pained smile she withdrew a [Cherished Bracelet]. It was a Darnassian charm bracelet, crafted by a master jewel-smith with little dangling gems.
The name she then said was barely whispered, "Demitrios."
And just like that all the memories came flooding back, as they always did each year, at this time. It was the one time of year she allowed herself to think about him in any amount of detail. It was the one time of year she allowed herself to wonder what might have been, how he was doing, even what he was doing. If the Sickness had taken his mind entirely or if he had somehow escaped it and gotten better. Most importantly, if he was happy.
Her eyes fell to the bracelet again and she smiled faintly remembering how a couple months after the Cats had changed their appearances, how she had snuck into the Alliance controlled area of Dalaran into the little tower where they had often sat together just talking, watching people pass below and enjoying each others company. There was a row of flower pots on the ledge there. The first day they had met there, he had caught her smelling them and tickling the petals with her fingertips. It was within one of the flower boxes she had placed a lovely charm bracelet wrapped in nothing but the hope he would have thought of her as she had him, and maybe find it.
Against better judgment she had snuck back in a couple days later just to see. She had had to know. What she found there was a different bracelet. She had known instantly by the craftsman ship who it had been from.
Each year thereafter she had gone back to Dalaran, wearing the bracelet, to sit on a rooftop across from the little tower to just watch. Perhaps it had been her timing, or something else but she never seen him.
It had become a bit of a tradition for her.
It was with a heavy heart she looped the jewelery about her wrist and snapped the clasp. Holding the wrist to her heart she covered it with her other hand and bowed her head. When she looked up again it was with a rueful set of her jaw. She stood, the blankets falling to the floor leaving her naked in the middle of the room. It was time to get ready. She had a tradition to honor.
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