Marishea Ramsey
She remembered the first time she had seen Dalaran. How her eyes had rounded, her mouth had dropped in bewilderment. A sense of peace and tranquility had washed over her, then. And the same feeling of tranquility and inner peace floated over her now.
She wandered through the city, glancing into shops and pausing to enter a few, but she didn’t leave with anything. It was a relatively warm night, good for simply letting oneself exist. She had removed her shoulder pads - her dagger wound still ached, along with the rather large gash on her side. It was easier to relax without them on. Besides, that, she had Luciendare’s Wardens following her around, should anything major take place, but she had come here on a whim. She doubted much would befall her this night.
A sigh left her lips as she remembered where she was supposed to be. Back on the balcony, waiting to meet Ginlan for a friendly chat. He had asked the night before if he might come back for another visit, this one planned. Stupidly, she had said yes. The word had left her mouth before she could stop it, and once it had, well... too late to pull it back now.
But now that the time had come, she simply... couldn’t. The pain was still too fresh, and the danger around her was not quick to back off. Her recent wounds proved the latter beyond a doubt.
Standing in the middle of the path, she made a quick, and rather painful decision.
The shop she was near had paper she could use and a quill she could borrow. This time, her writing wasn’t it’s usual slanting elegant script. Her hand shoot as she put the words to paper, and she could do nothing to hold back the few tears that slipped down her pale cheeks.
“My Ginlan,
There is little I want more than to meet you here tonight for more friendly conversation, but I find myself unable. There is more to consider than just the two of us, now. Your lady Ihluriel seems like the perfect match for you, and I wish you both all the happiness in the world. Even meeting as just friends is too painful for me right now. And dangerous. Despite Luciendare’s Wardens trailing my every move, Subigo Rex still hunts me. I will not risk putting you in danger any more than I already have.”
She pauses, holding the end of the quill between her teeth as she re-reads the letter.
“Be well, Ginlan, be safe. I could not stand to lose you to the Horde as well. You are needed more than you know.
Still thinking of you always and missing you,
Merry Ramsey”
She slipped the note, folded into thirds, between the leaves of the plant on the balcony. He couldn’t miss it if he stood in the same spot he had the night before. Leaving was hard, as it ever was. The steps seemed to go on forever as she descended them, rounding the corner and calling for the snowy gryphon Z had gifted to her. If she didn’t leave now, she would lose her nerve.
Back to Gilneas.
Perhaps Arnou would let her invade his home once more before she figured out her next move...