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Vacation (Part One)

Please stay safe.

Aeryliss stared at the desperately scrawled sentence for a moment. It sounded stupid and dramatic. She lifted the pen to scratch it out then stopped, shook her head, and just kept writing. There wasn’t time to worry about that. She quickly signed the note and sent it off, gathering her things and hurrying through the portal by the Murder Row mailbox that was about to dissipate.

As she emerged from the other side of the portal, Aeryliss gazed up at A’dal for a moment. She closed her eyes, letting a wave of comfort spread through her. Giving a quick, appreciative nod, she continued on her way with a clear head.

“Where to?”

Aeryliss stared blankly at the flight master and realized that she wasn’t quite sure.

“Nevermind. Sorry.” She shrugged and made her way toward the Lower City.

As she approached the small Consortium platform, one of the Ethereals held out his arms with an inquisitive grin. He grabbed her shoulders and greeted her in a high pitched, raspy voice.

“Dora! Good to see you again.”

He’d called her that ever since she first approached the Consortium in Nagrand.
“Those are some long ears you got, kid,” he joked, “What are ya, some kinda rabbit girl?”
She just smiled and replied, “Sin’dorei. It means ‘children of the blood’ in my language. Though, most people just call us Blood Elves.”
He shrugged and looked at her like she was some kind of crazy. “Alright then, Sindora.”

“Nice to see you too, Zenn.”

Aeryliss explained to Zennshi that she was going to be in the area for a few days and was wondering if she could do the Consirtium some favors in exchange for a bed. After a minute or so of negotiating and a few questionable exchanges, she returned to the flight master.

“Netherstorm. Stormspire.”

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“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.


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