Originally published at Fire at Dawn. You can comment here or there.

((This was from a writing prompt on my guild’s forums back in July that I totally forgot to cross-post here. Enjoy!))

The red-haired priestess sat at a table in the Cantrips & Crows bar area, a mug of something hot cradled between her small hands and her face hidden mostly by the ( Read more... )

February 11, Year 34

I've dated one man since Aremar, a death knight by the name of Haldrat. I met him up in the Purple Parlor while I was there having a drink with my friend Olantunji. He approached us, bought us drinks, and when Ola noticed his interest in me she left us to private conversation.

I admit I was intimidated by him at first. This came ( Read more... )

February 7, Year 34

I went to this ball the other evening, the Hope Ball. It was being held in the Purple Parlor above Dalaran, by a woman from The Refuge. I came upon an invitation by chance, seeing an advertisement in a magazine. I was struck by the name... "Hope Ball." Hope is something I've long kept kindled in my heart, despite everything that' ( Read more... )