((Something a tad silly and maybe a little powerful! Evoke the inner anime heroine!))
Jancis stood there at the threshold to the Mist cottage. The outside was humble, the grass raked and filled in where it had died save for one corner, and the walls were showing wear an tear.
"I guess we are a couple of fools, then."
A smile and a soft voice by her ear echoed in her mind. The door was unlocked and Jancis let herself in. "Z'enath?" her inquires went without answer, clearly the man was out for the day.
"Am I foolish, Jancis?"
The cottage was pretty much the same on the inside, old and worn. Abandoned for a couple years and lost its luster. It has been swept and it was clear where repairs had been made, but a proper washing of the house and furniture hadn't happened.
Pursing her lips up in thought, she turned her gaze towards the northeast, towards Ul'dah imaging the desert and even on to the snowy wastes beyond.
She saw what was gone to her, what she knew could exist. There was something else in addition to seeing a loving couple courting and other unions. She truly understood how valuable they were.Â
Beyond any book she had read, any notes taken, any words spoken, she felt that undying connection through her bones and body, tinges on thoughts. Jancis clutched her robe at the top, grabbing at the necklace underneath and stood there.Â
The house was tidied but it wasn't clean, the old dust and mildew still lingered.
"I am considering you."
Jancis began to drag the furniture outside into the yard, what little there was, cabinets and drawers and all. The upstairs now empty, Jancis stood in the middle of the room with her wand, focused and sharp.
Though it was semi-training in a sense, Jancis did more than call upon the elements' aid, she practically commanded it. Water poured into the house, whipping across the walls like a frenzied spin cycle, its clear streams muddying. It flew around her feet and spun about the ceiling, dripping down like a cleansing storm. The water forced its way out, funneling to the grass outside with its dirt and grime.
"How would you feel if I was gone?"
Next, winds picked up, Jancis focusing much of her ambition on the task of drying out the now clean room. Her hair was a slave to the air's whimsy, whipping back and forth, to and fro, until the conjurer had exhausted herself with the session and sat down on the floor.
"I have a proposal for you."
Smiling to herself on the wooden floor, she felt better. At the very least, she could renew this home for Z'enath, a fresh start to a life he truly deserved and worked hard for. Then he could find what she had lost.Â
Finishing up and locking the door. Jancis left the cottage for her Still Shore home.
Jancis stood there at the threshold to the Mist cottage. The outside was humble, the grass raked and filled in where it had died save for one corner, and the walls were showing wear an tear.
"I guess we are a couple of fools, then."
A smile and a soft voice by her ear echoed in her mind. The door was unlocked and Jancis let herself in. "Z'enath?" her inquires went without answer, clearly the man was out for the day.
"Am I foolish, Jancis?"
The cottage was pretty much the same on the inside, old and worn. Abandoned for a couple years and lost its luster. It has been swept and it was clear where repairs had been made, but a proper washing of the house and furniture hadn't happened.
Pursing her lips up in thought, she turned her gaze towards the northeast, towards Ul'dah imaging the desert and even on to the snowy wastes beyond.
She saw what was gone to her, what she knew could exist. There was something else in addition to seeing a loving couple courting and other unions. She truly understood how valuable they were.Â
Beyond any book she had read, any notes taken, any words spoken, she felt that undying connection through her bones and body, tinges on thoughts. Jancis clutched her robe at the top, grabbing at the necklace underneath and stood there.Â
The house was tidied but it wasn't clean, the old dust and mildew still lingered.
"I am considering you."
Jancis began to drag the furniture outside into the yard, what little there was, cabinets and drawers and all. The upstairs now empty, Jancis stood in the middle of the room with her wand, focused and sharp.
Though it was semi-training in a sense, Jancis did more than call upon the elements' aid, she practically commanded it. Water poured into the house, whipping across the walls like a frenzied spin cycle, its clear streams muddying. It flew around her feet and spun about the ceiling, dripping down like a cleansing storm. The water forced its way out, funneling to the grass outside with its dirt and grime.
"How would you feel if I was gone?"
Next, winds picked up, Jancis focusing much of her ambition on the task of drying out the now clean room. Her hair was a slave to the air's whimsy, whipping back and forth, to and fro, until the conjurer had exhausted herself with the session and sat down on the floor.
"I have a proposal for you."
Smiling to herself on the wooden floor, she felt better. At the very least, she could renew this home for Z'enath, a fresh start to a life he truly deserved and worked hard for. Then he could find what she had lost.Â
Finishing up and locking the door. Jancis left the cottage for her Still Shore home.
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