Post by Elowynne on Feb 12, 2009 12:56:51 GMT -5
Dear Miss Shadedpath,
I was exploring in Silvermoon when I found this – did you know there are a LOT of alleys there? It is really, really easy to get lost, only I wasn’t lost. I was exploring. But I found this and didn’t know where it went, but it matches your fur, so I thought you might like it.
-Copperleaf.
Of course Ezma remember the young druid. It was hard to forget the air of youthful exuberance coming off a girl a good three times her size, at least. Copperleaf’s eyes had sparkled and her questions about Ezma and the moldering old castle around them had been non-stop. The druid had been undeterred in her curiosity, Ezma’s eerie blue gaze and the unnatural chill coming off her pale white skin didn’t seem to phase her at all. In fact, it had been the source of more questions. Copperleaf had simply remained unafraid of the heavily armed and plated death knight in a total disregard for self-preservation. It was why Ezma eyed the package that came with the letter with a sensation akin to fear. The scratching noises coming from inside it didn’t help.
The package wobbled slightly as Ezma pulled it from the mailbox. A jaunty blue ribbon adorned the top and it was with a sigh of resignation, she pulled it until it unraveled. Without warning, the box gaped open and a small, pink nose peeked out.
“Oh no, no, no…” whispered Ezma as a small, fluffy white head popped out, framed by two triangular ears. Ezma slumped as the tiny kitten mewed at her with an expectant look in it’s large blue eyes. “I can’t keep you!” she protested as the kitten clumsily crawled out of the box. Ezma barely caught it before it went tumbling to the ground, discarding the box in favor of keeping the tiny cat from injury. It mewed again and started an impossibly deep rumbling purr before settling into her hands. It’s white fur shimmered slightly in the afternoon light and Ezma recalled Copperleaf saying that it “matched her fur”.
Long minutes ticked by in the Ogrimmar sun as a deathly pale woman, armored to the teeth with a large and deadly axe strapped to her back, stared in disbelief at the white ball of fluff napping in her hands. In a town used to such sights as a pantless troll wearing a dead rat on his head and an evil pig that was in the habit of peeing on everyone, it didn’t even make the list of strange sights for that day.
With resignation, Ezma figured she should probably write a thank you note.
I was exploring in Silvermoon when I found this – did you know there are a LOT of alleys there? It is really, really easy to get lost, only I wasn’t lost. I was exploring. But I found this and didn’t know where it went, but it matches your fur, so I thought you might like it.
-Copperleaf.
Of course Ezma remember the young druid. It was hard to forget the air of youthful exuberance coming off a girl a good three times her size, at least. Copperleaf’s eyes had sparkled and her questions about Ezma and the moldering old castle around them had been non-stop. The druid had been undeterred in her curiosity, Ezma’s eerie blue gaze and the unnatural chill coming off her pale white skin didn’t seem to phase her at all. In fact, it had been the source of more questions. Copperleaf had simply remained unafraid of the heavily armed and plated death knight in a total disregard for self-preservation. It was why Ezma eyed the package that came with the letter with a sensation akin to fear. The scratching noises coming from inside it didn’t help.
The package wobbled slightly as Ezma pulled it from the mailbox. A jaunty blue ribbon adorned the top and it was with a sigh of resignation, she pulled it until it unraveled. Without warning, the box gaped open and a small, pink nose peeked out.
“Oh no, no, no…” whispered Ezma as a small, fluffy white head popped out, framed by two triangular ears. Ezma slumped as the tiny kitten mewed at her with an expectant look in it’s large blue eyes. “I can’t keep you!” she protested as the kitten clumsily crawled out of the box. Ezma barely caught it before it went tumbling to the ground, discarding the box in favor of keeping the tiny cat from injury. It mewed again and started an impossibly deep rumbling purr before settling into her hands. It’s white fur shimmered slightly in the afternoon light and Ezma recalled Copperleaf saying that it “matched her fur”.
Long minutes ticked by in the Ogrimmar sun as a deathly pale woman, armored to the teeth with a large and deadly axe strapped to her back, stared in disbelief at the white ball of fluff napping in her hands. In a town used to such sights as a pantless troll wearing a dead rat on his head and an evil pig that was in the habit of peeing on everyone, it didn’t even make the list of strange sights for that day.
With resignation, Ezma figured she should probably write a thank you note.