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“I cannot count the number of times I expected Greyce to apologize to me, but instead she just crosses her arms and huffs in that way of hers. Maybe that is her way of saying she is sorry. Or maybe she never thought I was deserving of hearing the words.” – S.M. 6 – Mending Fences A brown smear of dirt mixed with dust was marring Sandy’s young complexion, making her look much older than she really was. It got there when she brushed her hair out of her face as she tooled around with the outer gate that the strange woman had broken the other day, and it kept getting darker each time she had to push her stubborn ha

  A Harsh Lesson                A hummingbird darted this way and that as they so often did during their delightful hunt for delicious and fresh nectar. The evanescence of its feathers shimmered the colors of the rainbow a hundred times over as it steadied itself to feed off a bush of mageroyal that had been carefully trimmed to grow in the shape of the crest of the Alliance. Beyond the small bird, a Vitreous Stone Drake was drinking large gulps out of Olivia's Pond, its Druidic master having taken the form of the bear and lapping up the crisp water right alongside it. This particular kind of dragon was one of the rarest in the world, only

  4 – It Takes a Thief   “I had a feeling she dug that damn thing back up again. She was gone for a week and came back with the dust of the Barrens on her. It is pretty unmistakable. I do not dare ask her, though, if my hunch is correct. When she has that necklace, getting on her wrong side can be a final mistake.” – S.M.There were only two things that ever helped Greycelyn relieve a headache: sleep and silence. Since she was currently leaning against the counter in the Bank of Stormwind with a crowd of people chattering behind her, she could be afforded neither solution. She did, however, have a phial of peppermint oi

  2 – In the Wrong Place “Of course, we all had our reasons for despising the Horde. There was not a life untouched by the war. I understood why Vauggo hated the Trolls so much. To him, it was personal. But Greyce, somehow her hatred ran deeper still. It was darker than most. And it caused more damage.” – S.M.Dirt, grime, and good old-fashioned sweat clung Greycelyn’s blonde locks to her face and neck as she walked through the lush, green trees of eastern Elwynn Forest. All around her, the scent of flowers fresh in bloom intermingled with distant smells of crops recently harvested at their peak, at the heart of

  “I could not get Bluesky to stop barking today. When she does not listen like that, I wonder if she really can understand me or not. But the moment she saw Greyce come back from town, she was too excited to even make a sound. Moments like that seem like they will last forever. However doubtful that may be.” – S.M. 5 – Semblance of Sisterhood Scents can be the only ties to old memories. A single trace of a familiar smell can reignite a spark long forgotten into a vivid flame, a clear scene of what once had been so fresh and alive. Sometimes a certain aroma can play tricks on the mind, painting the picture of a world

  3 – Remembrance “I had a great night with her last night. We laughed, we sang, we drank. And then we drank a little more after that. But when the kegs were empty and it was time to retire, there she sat still, sitting alone, staring up at the White Lady again.” – S.M.There was a zigzagging line of tents of various colors, sizes, and qualities along the southern edge of Goldshire, perhaps a hundred or more, looking like a row of trees in the blue light of a night that had just begun. Only a handful was comprised of purple and green fabrics, the primary colors of the world-famous Darkmoon Faire. It meant the traveling

  “Hold a sword to Greyce in intimidation and it may as well be a twig. But hold a twig in threat to one of her friends and she will see it as a sword.” - S.M. 12 - Fast-Fading Façade In all of her years, whether she was walking alone or accompanied, Greycelyn had learned that everyone had at least one enemy. From the purest Priest of the Light to the most confident of crusaders to the publically beloved, they all had to fear the face looking back at them in the mirror. How cruel, she thought as she stared at her own reflection in a full-body standing mirror in the back of Sandy’s room. It seemed twisted to her that i

“I noticed that Greyce had really started to take a liking to that everlasting rose, having quickly formed the habit of tucking it behind her ear. It is stranger to not see it than it is to find it there. It seems to fit perfectly, as if it had always belonged. The beauty of the rose was a contrast that made sense, the purity she said she was once… perched above a thorn.” - S.M. 8 - Under One Roof No matter how far you travel, how long you are away from home, how tired you become, nothing will be able to refresh you better than a glass of water. The purity and simplicity of a drink of water after a busy day was not lost on

  “We have all loved and lost. In this world constantly at war with itself, it is to be expected. However, no one ever tells you how to recover from a broken heart. Do you ask a priest or shaman to mend it? A mage to cast a memory spell? If only it were that simple.”  - S.M. 10 - The Things She Never Needed When the sun gets caught a hand’s width over the horizon and a sunset is promised soon, the day in Westfall somehow feels at its brightest. Golden rays of light punched straight through the kitchen and living room window, washing over Greycelyn and Dennis as they both sat at a table, which had been pulled away from the

  “To Greycelyn, everything is now transient. You can tell from the way she carries herself, regards problems, and talks about the future. She has seen so much come and go, I fear she no longer expects anything - not even the worst. It makes earning her trust for new faces all the more difficult.” - S.M. 9 - Friendly Faces Moonbrook was a town not stuck in time, but stuck in space. If it grew any bigger, the Defias Brotherhood would likely start to lose control of the myriad of strings it pulled in every building and seat of power there. If its population dwindled too much, one general or another of the Stormwind Army might fina

“No one would tell you it was wise to lie to a Paladin. We have a way of discerning the truth and sniffing out wrongdoing. Of course, we use our abilities for the greater good only. Greycelyn is just… more intense than most.” - S.M. 11 - Rusted Edges Some mornings in Westfall come creeping in slowly and stayed in place, not ushered in with a golden sunrise that beats the earth with heat. This morning was one such morning. Every step that Dennis took fell into an inch of fog that clung to the ground like a comforter to a bed. It had rolled out of the sea and showed no sign of dissipating soon. The day was not more than an ho