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...not exactly good between them yet. But Sylvanas could still go and ask if there was something Anya wanted her to bring. That she could do.
***
The sun could still make the air of Durotar dazzle even if Jaina Proudmoore was used to regard this time of year as winter. The climate of central...
...visitors thrown out.
“So be it.” Sylvanas agreed darkly. “I am a woman of my word. It will not harm my people to speak of this.”
Only me.
***
Actually, Sylvanas had to admit that seeing the seasoned – or just slightly insane – dwarven envoy sputtering and gasping for air was a...
...held out her arm for Jaina to rest on like she had done at other times.
Tyrande sang, and Jaina dreamed of red eyes that were kind again.
***
“It is without doubt one of the finest properties in the entire city.”
“Aye. Heh. Much as that says…”
Alina watched the Forsaken...
Oh, thanks!
Glory to the drow and spiders and driders everywhere! Lyana will surely agree with all of that.
My Dread Lady was supposed to be updated twice during last month but my, now former, work got in the way. More precisely a department manager who is Priscilla Ashvane in mind and spirit...
...woman is quite a collector in fact and would surely love to have the whole scandalous set.”
Tyrande reached down to grab him by the ear.
***
Halvdan woke up slower and drowsier than in many days. Ever since they set out on the last and hardest leg of the return journey to be...
Threadmarks: Chapter 40: Vindictiveness and Violins
...”Dark Lady? Did you call for me?”
”Send a message to Putress. He is to belay his current orders and focus on the abominations instead.”
***
For Jaina, it was both natural and absurd to be back into her previous routine as head of Theramore. Not even back at it even, or rather...
...and shone rebelliously into the room. Rhonin found himself liking that ray very much.
”Get me my ranger uniform. My sister needs me.”
***
Being home.
It was both unreal like a dream and completely familiar so that everything from yesterday and earlier was starting to seem like...
...Within a minute Jaina and Anya stepped back through her portal onto Lordaeronian ground, wild-eyed and shocked but at least in one piece.
***
A queen could command anyone and anything under her. That was as much true among the Forsaken as in most other realms. Rarer was the sight...
...Lieutenant Eversong, you have a serious crisis of morale to deal with in your ranks. I suggest you get to it promptly. Squadron dismissed.”
***
Jaina’s squadron followed her to her tent, each looking more down than the other.
Well, not the whole squadron. Sylvanas was not with...
Threadmarks: Chapter 36: Concessions and Confessions
...time since the Scourge came to Quel’thalas, that may well have been the closest Sylvanas had been to happiness.
“We…we should continue.”
***
Even in this state it was a sight.
The Kirin Tor Council Hall.
The headquarters, the innermost sanctum of the wizards. If there would...
...But Anya was not anyone.
“Watch her. If there are still rangers here who take orders from me.” Sylvanas added with acidic sarcasm.
***
It was a grand-looking morning with sunlight breaking through the blanket of late autumnal clouds. Ranger Captain Areiel nodded to Westley as he...
Threadmarks: Chapter 34: Presumption and Probability
...our fates hang by the thin thread of one fickle human’s affection for the same living dead who devastated her home and murdered her Master.”
***
Jaina had not wanted to stay away from Sylvanas at a hard time and least of all now, but when she noticed how Anya led them to stand at...
...her eyes on Anthis. ”They destroy us all. I hate them!” A lone tear trickled down her cheek.
”Let us return the favour…” Areiel snarled.
***
Cyndia Hawkspear leaned back against a tree overlooking the smoking ruins of Ambermill’s Scourge stronghold. Some parts of the original...
...at least be as close as any of them could get.
Her Anya and her Jaina.
For them Sylvanas would brave any amount of late night governing.
***
Westley would probably at no point in his earlier life have thought his present-day self sane if he had described what a typical day was...
...all of zem. Zey made a good account of zemselves.”
”Very good. Ranger Proudmoore, how do you feel about teaching them some new tricks?”
***
Jaina was kept very busy instructing the Forsaken mages during a long day. Their task was not to learn more destructive battle spells but...
...And I won’t let any of them touch you.”
”I know someone else I would rather like to be touched by…” Anya whispered against Sylvanas’ chest.
***
Anya looked across the boulder-strewn slope ahead of them and into the teeming mass of Scourge that was bearing down on the Forsaken...
...The Dark Lady was leaning against a tree and looking fondly at her happily prattling new ranger mage while a small smile tugged at her lips.
***
Anya rolled to the side and dodged behind a withered bush while she drew upon the shadows of her banshee form. The light grey sky was...
...massed minions.
”The Scourge…WILL TAKE NOTHING TODAY!” the crackling dark clouds gathering above her echoed.
The world flashed in white.
***
Sylvanas irritably kicked the skull off a shambling skeleton that had somehow managed to crawl all the way up to her shooting position...
...in the business as you frequently had to repeat yourself to warmongering idiots who would not listen to sensible arguments.
Honestly…
***
After some more deliberation two haughty rams with two less assured riders galloped out of the trees and headed straight for the bridge. They...