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Truth, but I have it anyway. From StatsGlitch. |
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Here's the proof. |
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Truth, but I have it anyway. From StatsGlitch. |
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Here's the proof. |
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From argentarchives.org as of July 1st, 2025. |
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I still have the apron, btw. |
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Sindorei this, Sindorei that. It's not like the Queldorei didn't eat it before them, you know... From World of Warcraft: The Official Cookbook by Chelsea Monroe-Cassel, Page 79. |
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That's after brushing it with melted butter once it came out of the oven. |
Previous Installment:
Winter's Veil and the Light -- Part 1
Several days later I paced restlessly in the foyer of the Cathedral of Light.
I may not be the focal point of today’s events, but I was going to be in front
of the High Priestess of the Church of the Light herself. The Cathedral may not
be the Keep, but that didn’t mean the nobles of Stormwind weren’t paying
attention.
I paused for a moment to rub at the ache on my shoulder.
“Stop playing with it, Apprentice,” Mistress Elsharin said in Thalassian,
her voice thick with disapproval. “It will take longer to heal.”
Pulling my hand away, I rolled my shoulders to move my old purple robe
around a bit. “It’s…” I frowned as my voice trailed off. Searching for the
right word in her tongue and realizing I didn’t know it yet, I changed
directions. “How long before the pain goes away?”
“About a week.”
“A week?” I was about halfway through.
“Surely you’ve been hurt from being out in the sun too long, it’s no worse
than that.”
No, it wasn’t, but that burn usually faded after a couple of days, and this
was still going strong. I frowned, realizing that this was likely Elsharin’s
way of saying “don’t be such a baby,” only since she said it in remedial
Thalassian it sounded worse.
While Mistress Elsharin had given me another present –a warm bathrobe—for
Winter’s Veil, her primary gift was a tattoo of her family’s crest on my
shoulder. The concept of bearing the Dawnweaver crest sounded exciting and sophisticated
at first, but the moment the Queldorei tattoo artist began, all those emotions
vanished in a puff of smoke. I’d been beaten and stabbed and shot with arrows,
but this so-called “small thing” hurt more than it had any right to.
Still, it kept me from thinking about Linna’s acceptance into the Order for a while.
“Remember, Apprentice,” Elsharin said, interrupting my musings, “Give the
Knights what is asked, but no more. You have a talent for talking too much.”
“Yes, Mistress Elsharin.” I opened my mouth to continue, but I realized I was about to demonstrate my Mistress’ rather apt critique and shut it instead.
The doors to the Cathedral opened and my family entered, with Linna in
front. She was dressed all in white, as was the custom for a supplicant, and
she’d even taken care to brush her tangled blonde hair and tie it back into a
smart ponytail. Her easy, casual smile was nowhere to be seen.
Yes, you read that correctly. I suppose you could call this a "Christmas in July" surprise, given that I'd originally meant to have this ready for last year's actual Christmas season, but stuff happened and I got stuck finishing the story. I'll explain more in a follow-on post after this is complete.
This story is set after the events that culminated in The Deadmines and then The Stockades in Vanilla Classic WoW. When I write I tend to jump around the timeline when I find a compelling scene, which is why I have other works of fiction in the pipeline. I may eventually begin creating completely original works of fiction again, but that also assumes that Cardwyn won't kick my ass or something and demand more be written.
The full list of attributions will follow at the conclusion of the story, so I won't give anything away, but here's a standard disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Any characters and locations created by Blizzard for WoW Classic remain their property. This work of fiction uses WoW Classic as the primary reference point. Copyright by Redbeard of Parallel Context, 2025.
Winter’s Veil and the Light
"Apprentice, your sister is here!"
I stuffed the last wrapped present into my pack and slung it over my
shoulder. "Coming!" I called, flying out of my room and to the top of
the stairs.
At the bottom stood Mistress Elsharin and Kira, chatting quietly.
Considering she’d just arrived from Goldshire I expected my big sister to at
least appear like she’d been traveling all day, but no, she looked like her
typical perfect self. She wore her formal Journeywoman's outfit, complete with
the badges signifying her rank in the Goldshire Bakers Guild stitched onto her
breast jacket. The only indication she’d been on the road at all was her
travelling basket by her side, which she used to carry baked goods throughout
central Elwynn. I bounced down the stairs and into her arms, clapping her on
the back. “Kira!” I cried.
"Card!" she exclaimed, squeezing me tight and holding me at arm’s
length. "Look at you! You're wearing a new robe!"
"It took me quite a while to figure out how to stitch the material,” I
grinned, “but I had some help from around the Quarter."
That was quite an understatement. When Mistress Elsharin suggested that I
should mark the ending of the Defias affair by making my own robe, I was a bit
hesitant. After all, she'd made it rather plain to me that despite her Queldorei
house name she was not a tailor and had no interest in becoming one. After my
experience with a tailor accosting me to examine my robe when I first arrived
in Stormwind, I wasn't so keen on asking for help, either. However, Elsharin
recommended a different tailor, and Mistress Larson took me under her wing to
show me the basics of dealing with bizarre items such as spider silk thread in
the creation of this new white robe.
"I love your Journeywoman's outfit!" I added as took in my
sister's uniform. "Isn't it different than last year’s?"
"Yes!" Kira pulled her sleeve over, exposing some new stitching.
"The gold stripe along the shoulder and down the sleeves signify Senior
status."
"That's wonderful! Does that mean you're the Senior Journeywoman in the
Guild?"
My sister grinned from ear to ear and nodded.
I dropped my pack and embraced her in another tight hug.
"Congratulations!"
"That is wonderful news!" Elsharin exclaimed, crossing over to our
kitchen. "This calls for a toast before you leave."
"You're not coming?" Kira called after her.
My sister released me, and I shook my head and sighed.
"I shouldn't intrude, as it is a family event, and a Dawnweaver always
puts family first," Mistress Elsharin replied, returning with three
glasses and a bottle of wine.
"I tried to convince her that she's family now," I added,
"but..."
"No buts, Apprentice." The Elf handed out the glasses and poured
some wine into each. "To Kira Songshine, Senior Journeywoman!" she
exclaimed, raising her glass in a toast.
"To Kira!" I saluted my sister and drank.
"To Card and Elsharin, my Stormwind family!" Kira added.
"And now," Elsharin said, setting down her glass, "I believe
you two have a date to keep back at your farm." She walked over to
the foyer and raised her arms to cast. "Apprentice, you have my presents
with you?"
I grabbed my pack and slung it over my shoulder. "Yes, Mistress
Elsharin."
"Very well, I'll open the portal." She focused and brought the
arcane to bear before us, and a portal to the farm opened. "Tell everyone
Happy Winter Veil for me!"
"I will!"
We stepped through the portal and into our barn.
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I should try this sometime. From Thunder Dungeon. |
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Okay, I chuckled at this. After all, I do live on the northern edge of the Bible Belt. From Memedroid. |
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My son's room is like this. It gets the afternoon sun and not enough airflow from the HVAC system. From 9GAG. |
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If it were hell, it'd be a lot closer to what work feels like. From Thunder Dungeon. |
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And because I prefer winter.... From Facebook and Castillo. |
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From The Ballad of Busker Skruggs and really from all over the internet. |