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[December 3] [World of Warcraft] The Flower hidden in the Dark
Title: The Flower hidden in the Dark
Day/Theme: December 3/L’amour et la Morte/~And I don’t know if it’s a miracle or just chemicals in us~
Series: World of Warcraft
Character/Pairing: Maedaine (OC)
Rating: G
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Notes: There is a mentioning of a mage I used to roleplay with who I don’t own, and a NPC surgeon in Theramore, Doctor Gustaf VanHowzen, who I don’t own either.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Warcraft, only the characters I write about.
“Fire and lightning” I curse in darnassian as I slip down the stairs a bit. “Damnable slippery stairs.”
I grip the wall support, pausing to adjust the weight of the basket I am holding and to catch my breath. It’s been a long time since I saw anyone else in the old alchemy lab of these guildhalls. I’m not even sure if anyone else uses it. I slip unnoticed into the lab’s entrance before climbing down the steep set of stairs into the damp moldy underground section of the halls.
My breath comes out in little puffs of smoke. I set my basket down on the main table in the center of the lab before rushing around to light a fire. After getting the fire started, I look around to see any other signs of use from someone other than me. The guildhalls have stood fairly empty since the band of travelers broke up. I think there is a few that still live here with memories but I never go in the main way. I do not think I would be as welcomed anymore – well, if I was welcomed at all ever.
Seeing nothing disturbed, I frown with disappointment. On one hand my experiments require a delicate balance in order to succeed; but on the other hand, I would welcome a certain mage’s presence – the one that gave me entrance as well as acceptance. I have not had word of him for a long time, not even knowing if he still lives or if he has regained his sight.
I shrug to myself and take off my cloak, now feeling much better. My familiar, Stubborn, begins to purr in his sleep within my basket.
“No wonder that thing was so heavy. I did not know you snuck in there. Silly cat.”
Stubborn protests by flexing his claws, getting them tangled in the wood that has shaped the basket. Ignoring him, I continue to pull him out, along with my journal, ink, various plants preserved, and odd-looking crystals. Stubborn licks himself where I have touched him, glares at me briefly before circling on my cloak and falling asleep again. I smirk slightly before thinking I’m not the one who decided to stowaway in someone else’s things. You deserved to be defiled you mangy cat.
I consult my notes and begin to lie out the needed crystals and the plants along with it. Before starting, I want to check on my other plants that I have been trying to grow. Grabbing the key that is shaped with a briar thorn pattern, I set off towards the east corridor that will lead me to my private office, one place that no one else could go despite if they used the lab or not.
Using my natural born shadow powers, I enhance my sight through the darkness and unlock the door. I wrap myself in shadows, appearing almost invisible, before slipping into the office. I do not want to disturb the all ready fragile experiments. I glance over the different chambers I have set up to seclude each plant depending on which magic I have tried using. They are all sharing the same climate but none of them are native.
As I pass chamber after chamber, disappointment flows over me. Most of the plants have not survived the experiment. I sigh just before I reach the last one. As it comes into view, my eyebrows shoot up and I stumble slightly, not believing my eyes.
“Great Elune!!” I shout as I laugh in delight. “I did it. It works!” I dance my joy there in the darkness, my form fading from sight even more. I can feel my dimples sinking deeper as my smile widens and another giggle escapes as my eyes take in the sight before me.
“I did it.” I whisper again to myself as I gaze in awe. There, in the dark, damp, moldy climate of my underground lab, I grew a wild bloom successfully. It’s perfect yellow petals shone brightly in defiance. I hold my breath to not disturb the balance. My eyes find the source of my magic within the plant. It shines brightly, holding strong. I lightly touch the plant, showering it with my love before racing to the door and relocking it behind me. I let my shadows drop as I race down the corridor back to the main lab, scaring Stubborn out of his nap again.
He mews softly, demanding I pet him since I’ve rudely interrupted his nap. Flinging a hand quickly over his body, he will have to be satisfied with that. I take my journal out and begin to write a letter that I’ve waited months to write.
------
Maedaine Sari Darkchild
Menethil Inn
Menethil Harbor, Baradin Bay
Doctor Gustaf VanHowzen
Foothold Citadel
Theramore Isle, The Great Sea
Dear Gustaf,
I apologize for not writing any sooner than this. I know I have let our correspondence slip as even now I see the stack of letters you have written and I have left unopened and not responded to.
I do hope Theramore finds you in good health and the training of the new doctors across Azeroth is something you are still enjoying. I must admit that you cross my mind often and have promised myself many times to come see you again. However, my lab keeps me very busy. I have very important news regarding my experiments. I would love to tell you this face to face but I’m afraid I will have to remain here in Thelsamar for a few more days before I can travel to Menethil where my home is and then on to see you. I hope this letter does precede me. I do want to hear all about your life since we last met and I have questions regarding a mutual mage friend of ours.
First I must write to you of my news. I’ve done it Gustaf! After all this time of failures, I came to my lab today to a success. I’ve grown a wild bloom right here in my lab! I hope I wrote down all the enchantments I had placed on the plant before settling in the dirt. I would hate to have done all this work and not know how I did it. As you can imagine, I will need to stay for a few days, organize my notes, and make sure the bloom is not something accidental. Think of the uses this will open up to you and I. No more relying on gatherers to get those very few precious blooms to make the potions that will help with the wars against the forsaken and the growing scourge. I can force them to reproduce with natural ways and keep them alive with magical ones. I will have to bring you some of this plant when I come so you can do some experiments since I am not an alchemist.
I look forward to seeing you again and the excitement in your eyes as we make history.
Yours,
Maedaine
------
I seal the envelope and hold it up to my lips, smiling again at the possibilities this letter may bring. Any work I wished to do today has disappeared with the discovery of the flower in my laboratory. I quickly pack my things and grab my cloak, thus dumping Stubborn onto the floor. He lightly meows and follows me out of the main door. Locking up, I carefully ascend the stairs and head west through the entrance that would take me outside of the building rather than through the guildhalls. I scurry down the hill, trying to keep my balance in the snow. Getting to the inn in Thelsamar, I send the letter through the goblin services, paying extra to get it across the ocean in haste. I have much to do before I can visit my old friend.
Day/Theme: December 3/L’amour et la Morte/~And I don’t know if it’s a miracle or just chemicals in us~
Series: World of Warcraft
Character/Pairing: Maedaine (OC)
Rating: G
Cross posted:
amri, 31_daysNotes: There is a mentioning of a mage I used to roleplay with who I don’t own, and a NPC surgeon in Theramore, Doctor Gustaf VanHowzen, who I don’t own either.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Warcraft, only the characters I write about.
“Fire and lightning” I curse in darnassian as I slip down the stairs a bit. “Damnable slippery stairs.”
I grip the wall support, pausing to adjust the weight of the basket I am holding and to catch my breath. It’s been a long time since I saw anyone else in the old alchemy lab of these guildhalls. I’m not even sure if anyone else uses it. I slip unnoticed into the lab’s entrance before climbing down the steep set of stairs into the damp moldy underground section of the halls.
My breath comes out in little puffs of smoke. I set my basket down on the main table in the center of the lab before rushing around to light a fire. After getting the fire started, I look around to see any other signs of use from someone other than me. The guildhalls have stood fairly empty since the band of travelers broke up. I think there is a few that still live here with memories but I never go in the main way. I do not think I would be as welcomed anymore – well, if I was welcomed at all ever.
Seeing nothing disturbed, I frown with disappointment. On one hand my experiments require a delicate balance in order to succeed; but on the other hand, I would welcome a certain mage’s presence – the one that gave me entrance as well as acceptance. I have not had word of him for a long time, not even knowing if he still lives or if he has regained his sight.
I shrug to myself and take off my cloak, now feeling much better. My familiar, Stubborn, begins to purr in his sleep within my basket.
“No wonder that thing was so heavy. I did not know you snuck in there. Silly cat.”
Stubborn protests by flexing his claws, getting them tangled in the wood that has shaped the basket. Ignoring him, I continue to pull him out, along with my journal, ink, various plants preserved, and odd-looking crystals. Stubborn licks himself where I have touched him, glares at me briefly before circling on my cloak and falling asleep again. I smirk slightly before thinking I’m not the one who decided to stowaway in someone else’s things. You deserved to be defiled you mangy cat.
I consult my notes and begin to lie out the needed crystals and the plants along with it. Before starting, I want to check on my other plants that I have been trying to grow. Grabbing the key that is shaped with a briar thorn pattern, I set off towards the east corridor that will lead me to my private office, one place that no one else could go despite if they used the lab or not.
Using my natural born shadow powers, I enhance my sight through the darkness and unlock the door. I wrap myself in shadows, appearing almost invisible, before slipping into the office. I do not want to disturb the all ready fragile experiments. I glance over the different chambers I have set up to seclude each plant depending on which magic I have tried using. They are all sharing the same climate but none of them are native.
As I pass chamber after chamber, disappointment flows over me. Most of the plants have not survived the experiment. I sigh just before I reach the last one. As it comes into view, my eyebrows shoot up and I stumble slightly, not believing my eyes.
“Great Elune!!” I shout as I laugh in delight. “I did it. It works!” I dance my joy there in the darkness, my form fading from sight even more. I can feel my dimples sinking deeper as my smile widens and another giggle escapes as my eyes take in the sight before me.
“I did it.” I whisper again to myself as I gaze in awe. There, in the dark, damp, moldy climate of my underground lab, I grew a wild bloom successfully. It’s perfect yellow petals shone brightly in defiance. I hold my breath to not disturb the balance. My eyes find the source of my magic within the plant. It shines brightly, holding strong. I lightly touch the plant, showering it with my love before racing to the door and relocking it behind me. I let my shadows drop as I race down the corridor back to the main lab, scaring Stubborn out of his nap again.
He mews softly, demanding I pet him since I’ve rudely interrupted his nap. Flinging a hand quickly over his body, he will have to be satisfied with that. I take my journal out and begin to write a letter that I’ve waited months to write.
------
Maedaine Sari Darkchild
Menethil Inn
Menethil Harbor, Baradin Bay
Doctor Gustaf VanHowzen
Foothold Citadel
Theramore Isle, The Great Sea
Dear Gustaf,
I apologize for not writing any sooner than this. I know I have let our correspondence slip as even now I see the stack of letters you have written and I have left unopened and not responded to.
I do hope Theramore finds you in good health and the training of the new doctors across Azeroth is something you are still enjoying. I must admit that you cross my mind often and have promised myself many times to come see you again. However, my lab keeps me very busy. I have very important news regarding my experiments. I would love to tell you this face to face but I’m afraid I will have to remain here in Thelsamar for a few more days before I can travel to Menethil where my home is and then on to see you. I hope this letter does precede me. I do want to hear all about your life since we last met and I have questions regarding a mutual mage friend of ours.
First I must write to you of my news. I’ve done it Gustaf! After all this time of failures, I came to my lab today to a success. I’ve grown a wild bloom right here in my lab! I hope I wrote down all the enchantments I had placed on the plant before settling in the dirt. I would hate to have done all this work and not know how I did it. As you can imagine, I will need to stay for a few days, organize my notes, and make sure the bloom is not something accidental. Think of the uses this will open up to you and I. No more relying on gatherers to get those very few precious blooms to make the potions that will help with the wars against the forsaken and the growing scourge. I can force them to reproduce with natural ways and keep them alive with magical ones. I will have to bring you some of this plant when I come so you can do some experiments since I am not an alchemist.
I look forward to seeing you again and the excitement in your eyes as we make history.
Yours,
Maedaine
------
I seal the envelope and hold it up to my lips, smiling again at the possibilities this letter may bring. Any work I wished to do today has disappeared with the discovery of the flower in my laboratory. I quickly pack my things and grab my cloak, thus dumping Stubborn onto the floor. He lightly meows and follows me out of the main door. Locking up, I carefully ascend the stairs and head west through the entrance that would take me outside of the building rather than through the guildhalls. I scurry down the hill, trying to keep my balance in the snow. Getting to the inn in Thelsamar, I send the letter through the goblin services, paying extra to get it across the ocean in haste. I have much to do before I can visit my old friend.