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Certificate of Ownership

<Corny flashback fade-in>

“Liss, this is ridiculous.” Tyrellian objected in a low voice as he tried to match Aeryliss’s pace without knocking in to anything.

The young elven girl giggled impishly as she maneuvered her tiny body between bushes, boxes, and other random street ornaments, trying to keep herself out of sight of the large figures several yards ahead. She stopped, peeking over a stack of boxes as the men she’d been following met up with another across the street. “Shh!” she shushed the boy as he opened his mouth to object again. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to ignore her.

“Liss, you don’t even know what they were talking about. How do you know it’s so important?” he demanded in a harsh whisper.

Aeryliss let out an impatient sigh, but her sly expression and the familiar twinkle in her eye gave her away. She’d never admit it, but she found Tyrellian’s tentative disposition rather endearing. She’d known him for quite some time, and despite his cautious nature, she had somehow always managed to convince him to accompany her wherever her reckless impulses led her. She enjoyed his company. He was quite a bit older than her comparatively, but he never spoke to her in that condescending tone that she hates. On occasion, she’d even catch him looking at her with the most peculiar expression – something close to admiration, yet different somehow. In any case, she liked being around him and often felt that he didn’t realize the extent of her appreciation. Despite the amount of time they spent together, he always seemed to be holding back. Part of her wondered if he was trying to protect her in some way, be some kind of “role model.” It frustrated her, but she let it go for once.

“Will you be quiet, Ty? I’m trying to listen,” she said as she slowly peeked out over the top of the box.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” he asked, trying to sound reprimanding, though she could sense the slightest tone of curiosity in his tone. She may have been reckless, but she was clever. He knew that; and she knew that he knew it.

“They could have important news for Lordaeron – something big. There is a war going on, you know.” She frowned with disappointment as she watched the three men part ways, slumping back down against the wall. “We missed it!”

Tyrellian smiled at her with a sort of paternal admiration. “Well, if it was anything important, we’ll hear about it soon enough. Come on, let’s get out of here.” He looked to make sure the street was empty before standing upright and reaching a hand down to help her up. She grabbed it, stood up, and brushed her robes off idly.

“I’m not going to be here much longer, Tyrellian,” she reminded him as though it were somehow related to the situation at hand. He shot her an unconvincing smile.

“Well,” he said, “I just hope that you’re not too smart for me when you’re done with your training in Dalaran. Don’t forget to get your head out of those dusty old tomes every once in awhile.”

“As long as you’re not out getting yourself killed on the front lines with the rest of  the Farstriders,” she replied in a startlingly casual tone.

“You saw how much support Anasterian sent to aid the Alliance. I don’t think they’re all that important to him. Unless things take a turn for the worst, I don’t think it’ll come to that,” he said with confidence. “Besides,” he added with a slight grin, “I’m still a novice. They’d have to be really desperate to send me out there.”

<Corny flashback fade-out>

Aeryliss stood at the head of the great white Talbuk, admiring the strong build and elegance of the creature and the shine of its newly polished armor. It stared back at her with a familiar expression. In the few days since she acquired the mount, they’d formed a relatively solid relationship and seemed be at a mutual understanding. She glanced at the beasts eyes, and it hit her. It was a mostly indifferent expression, yet somehow vigilant at the same time. As soon as she saw it, her mind raced back nearly thirty years. She hadn’t heard from Tyrellian since sometime during the Second War. She’d left for Dalaran, and he’d gone off to train under the Farstriders. Something about the animal standing before her reminded her of her old friend. She swiftly mounted the beast, tugging the reins lightly.

“Let’s go, Ty.”

Sentimental Value

“Do you have your key?”

The plain-looking blonde dressed in a simple netherweave garment stared blankly through Aeryliss as she rummaged through her pack. As she felt around at the bottom, her thin fingers brushed over the cold metal and she quickly grasped it by the teeth and slid it across the counter toward the banker. Her expression sill vacant, the woman asked in a dreary tone, “Storage or safety deposit?”

“Safety deposit.”

The blonde ducked behind the counter for a moment, then stood back up and slid the box across to the young mage. Aeryliss lifted the lid carefully and frowned slightly at the sparse contents. At the bottom of the box laid two small bags of gold, a ring box, and another case, thinner and wider than the first. She pushed the money bags aside and grabbed the two boxes, shutting the lid and sliding the box back toward the lethargic elf. Tucking her key back in her pack along with the two new parcels, she headed out of the bank and back toward Scryer’s Tier. She reached the inn and sat down at a small, secluded table, pulling out some paper. She began to write:

Dear Father
Varendil

Aeryliss tightened her lips, tapping her fingers on the table impatiently. She stared at the paper for a moment before sighing and starting to write again

Varen,

I’m not sure what use you’ll have for this anymore, but I thought you should have it. If I’ve deduced correctly, it was yours to begin with, so it only makes sense that it be returned to you. What you choose to do with it is your own affair, but it certainly hasn’t served any purpose sitting in my bank vault all these years.

Hope you are well,
Aeryliss

She folded the letter neatly and quickly scanned the table. Spotting a small white candle across from her seat, she shrugged and grabbed it, tilting it slightly so a few drops of wax fell to the paper, sealing it. She mashed the wax down with the base of the candle and grinned to herself, imagining how her father – the self-appointed Silvermoon fashion police – would react upon seeing such a crudely manufactured stamp. She attached the letter to the ring box and slid it to the side, grabbing a clean sheet of paper.

Lanuria,

She began to address the letter, then stopped and picked up the flatter, wider box, gingerly lifting the lid. She lifted the small piece from the container and smiled to herself as she felt the smooth feathers brush across her fingers. She let out a quick sigh and carefully set it back in the box. She then crumpled up the paper and threw it across the room.

I’ll deliver this one myself.

Aeryliss swept  up the parcels and shoved them back in her bag as she got up from the table. Her stomach did a somersault as she exited the small inn and headed back toward the Terrace of Light.

[Jumpin’ on the bandwagon]

So, I rather enjoy reading Lanuria’s blog. I’d considered starting a blog for Liss awhile ago, but I just never got around to it. Now, I finally am. WordPress is kind of confusing as far as blogs go, but I’m sure my pathetically-lacking-in-social-life self will have it down in no time.

It still makes me sad that we can’t have in-game journals…

This first post is not going to have much substance, since I have an 8-10 page essay rough draft due tomorrow… which I have yet to start. However, I expect to update on a semi-regular basis, and eventually get a nice layout and whatnot.

So, until my first real post.. happy hunting! (Or rep grinding ;>.> *grmbles incoherently*)


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