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[massrez]

☙INBOX text ♔ audio ♙ video ♔ action Kindly leave your missives and they will be responded to with utmost haste. May you walk in the Light.

Done this day by my hand, King Anduin Llane Wrynn

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[massrez]

[ And even if there's a part of him that wishes he'd spoken up sooner, the way she lights up says everything in the world. She's happy, well and truly happy with the person she's contracted with, and isn't that what they both discussed wanting?

It doesn't matter that he's not the one bringing that smile to her face, so long as she has the cause to smile at all. She deserves it. More than, after all the hardship she's faced.

So his smile is genuine, even if tempered slightly by his own melancholy. ]

That's wonderful to hear. Did Marina and Eloy make it over as well?

[seaboard]

[ To that she nods eagerly. ]

They have indeed, they are well cared for and awaiting you eagerly to see them. They are doing very well. But I do not doubt they miss you terribly.

[massrez]

I'll have to come by and see them, then. If you still have the time to show me how best to tend for them.

[ Perhaps he might even see to a few of his own. Something to add life to the otherwise severe lack of personal touch to his own suite. ]

[seaboard]

Of course. They are a little quiet at the moment, winter puts them to sleep. But come spring, we will be able to watch them flower.

[ And it will be wonderful to send him sprigs of them, to see how well they grow. ]

[massrez]

The winters must be harsh, in your homeland.

[ She'd mentioned the rains and the storms. To add to that the bitterness of winter's chill, truly it must be a thing to weather year after year.

One would expect the folk to be as she's described, stoic and sturdy. But Gilia remains everbright, even in her moments of doubt and distress. ]

[seaboard]

Our land is always so. The wind comes from the west, and it is bitterly cold, and it blows all year long. We have no half so much snow as other places further north, but yet it is twice as hard to see, as it never settles on the ground. Some days you cannot see for how it churns.

[massrez]

It sounds terrifying and beautiful all at once.

The snows could become fierce in Stormwind, but most often they were mild. Everything would be covered in a dusting of snow, and the local children would make snowmen and clothe them to resemble different people in the city.

[seaboard]

[ She can't help the little coo. ]

Oh, it sounds wonderful. How sweet. We cannot leave the house for very long, during winter. But that I would dearly love to see.

[massrez]

...I wish I could show it to you. I wish I could see your home, too.

[ If only they were free to do so. Instead of trapped here, playing these games the city continues to throw at them.

They'll find a way to get free, he knows that in his heart, but there are times when the homesickness strikes particularly hard. ]

[seaboard]

Perhaps one day, we shall. There are so many wonders in this place, who know what might be possible?

[ A fanciful notion, but one she is happy to entertain for awhile. ]