Trynian

A winner is you.

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Eliras slowly waved a page left and right infront of her eyes, each time it moves past her she could see Trynian staring her with a strange look as he tried to read the moving page of text.

 


 

A good year

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'I am clearly more stupid then those people and like you allot. Now I hope I get smarter one day. But for now I am stuck with you, better make the best of it.' -To the best of friends.-

 

'You will be my e-..' 'I will be your eyes and ears sir.' -To the lover I share my heart with-

 

The return of her, she and the plague.

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A female elf steped from the shadow, almost as if apearing out of thin air. Her two silver eyes beamed in full glory as they ran over the streets of Stormwind and all the people in it. People were running in random directions, the smell of corruption and death was already hanging in the air and filling it, but she had no time to run now.

 Her right ear gave a soft twitch as she started to move, doing her best to stay calm she managed to not start running but her steps were those of one in haste, big and fast.

The Old Geezer Dalar - Sentenced to Death.

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So it came to pass...

Tonight on this the fifth of september, I was rashly and without further thinking sentenced to death, by a group of Ashenvale Defenders.

The real worth of cherry pie.

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The dough squeezed itself trough Eliras' fingers when she rolled it forward over the small table she used as kitchen at the moment. She lifted her arm and used her shoulder to dry the sweat off her forehead, turning her gaze to the bed in the corner while doing so she smiled. Edhellen had woken up as soon as her father had climbed into the bed, as she was playing the puddle of water that lay in Trynian's boot and had been snow a while ago.

Keep your breathing slow

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The blankets shifted and moved as Trynian's breathing became slightly more light once he started to relax next to her. Eliras had been awake scince he had been home, she had followed his heartbeat and footsteps trough the room while she made sure Edhellen would not make a suden move forcing her to breath more deeply and make him notice she was awake.

The Tomb

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Sad how this went. Justice is not justice anymore.. And what am I? Attempting to uphold that same thing?

And there she was, and so was she.

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'You know, my small love, you have your fathers ears.'

 

Eliras moved her elbow just a inch or two, by doing so she moved it closer to the little wonder called Edhellen and caused her to grip the fabric of her sleave. Both their lips curled up into a smile, but only Eliras' eyes were gazing at Edhellen, while her little god had her eyes closed.

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