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paladingus) wrote2016-12-28 02:41 am
paladingus) wrote2016-12-28 02:41 am
Stormheim (Placeholder)
It hadn't occurred to Simon--hadn't had time to--that the moth fluttering faithfully at his side and napping in the hood of his cloak throughout the entire ordeal of Dalaran's transportation might have had some opinions about what happened back there in that sulfurous nightmare cave. He'd quickly gotten used to the moth's companionship. It's easy to forget at the best of times that it's accompanying him for a reason, but when he hasn't had a moment's peace to sit down and think since the moment the hippogryphs left for the Broken Shore--
He's been slouched in a corner booth of the Legerdemain Lounge for half an hour now, shell-shocked and all but staring at the wall, grateful that at least nobody in here would think to address him as 'Highlord' yet, but the memory of the moth jolts him out of his stupor. What must Lark be thinking, if he's gotten only an alert of terrible danger and nothing further? Perhaps the moth sent an 'all clear' once he escaped, but nonetheless, Simon owes his friend a thorough explanation. If he can stomach it. He's not sure how much of the last 48 hours he can bring himself to recount aloud.
He hails the bartender and asks for something to write with, and sets about scribbling a hasty and apologetic letter. How he'll get it to Acherus is a bridge he'll cross when he comes to it.
He's been slouched in a corner booth of the Legerdemain Lounge for half an hour now, shell-shocked and all but staring at the wall, grateful that at least nobody in here would think to address him as 'Highlord' yet, but the memory of the moth jolts him out of his stupor. What must Lark be thinking, if he's gotten only an alert of terrible danger and nothing further? Perhaps the moth sent an 'all clear' once he escaped, but nonetheless, Simon owes his friend a thorough explanation. If he can stomach it. He's not sure how much of the last 48 hours he can bring himself to recount aloud.
He hails the bartender and asks for something to write with, and sets about scribbling a hasty and apologetic letter. How he'll get it to Acherus is a bridge he'll cross when he comes to it.