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the dwarves for @stand-up-and-fight-daleks: “far over the misty mountains cold, to dungeons deep and caverns old, we must away, ere break the day, to seek our pale enchanted gold.”
hello from your tolkien secret santa wishing you the most wonderful holidays and a happy new year!
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leah-rainweaver · 3 years
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Journey Home, Day 1
I left Stormwind early this morning, after a fitful night of sleep. Reading from Delfin’s libram yesterday was liberating. No, that’s not the right word. Perhaps partially, but.. It made me realize that no matter where Da is, he wouldn’t want for me to waste my life, to waste precious time, on some pointless rescue mission. No matter where he is, he is still dead. With any luck, he’s not even in the Maw. Someday I will probably attempt to find him, maybe once everything is settled. I know that there’s some folk who are working on saving everything. Thank the Makers I’m not one of them. I couldn’t even manage saving one soul, let alone the souls of thousands.. Millions!
Elywnn Forest and Redridge have been surprisingly beautiful. I didn’t anticipate liking them as much as I did. It was a good start to my journey home. My feet got sick of them by lunch, but the walking will be good for me. Perhaps by the time I reach home I’ll have some direction. Some sense of what I should do next. Ever since Battlestein went under I’ve been barely treading water. Every now and then I get a little help, like when I travel to the Senate meetings, the evenings I’ve spent talking to Delfin or Glauric. Both of them seem to have plenty of external things to keep them busy. But me? I just.. I wish I had more right now.
Where do I go when I’m done visiting home? What am I supposed to do? Part of me thinks to just never go back. Perhaps I’d be missed by a few. Would it last? Silly thoughts, but that’s all I seem to have right now. No doubt the loneliness of night isn’t helping those thoughts any. The morning light will drive them back again.
And so I think I’ll sleep now.
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Leah only took a step or two before stopping. She smiled, adjusting the strap of her pack a little and nodded, “Ribs and a pint? Wouldnae be much o’ a dwarf if I said no t’ an offer like that. Count me in!” @ironstomp-legends​
(From Leah Rainweaver) “You’re so adorable.”
A red beard whipped around at the words he was adorable. His eyes caught the visage of the one who said and he could not help but laugh, a short and merry chuckle. "Adorable? Me," he question for a moment only to answer his own question. "Iffin yer sayin' such a thing then it must be true. I've never thought of me self as adorable." He cracked a smile that split his beard, "Iffin I am adorable then so are you!"
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With a wink, Leah brushed some of her hair back off her shoulder, “Damn right I am!” She smirked and laughed a little, “Apologies if I caught yeh off guard, just thought it should be said.” She shifted awkwardly, confidence clearly short-lived, “Aaaaanyways... ehm. Right. Enjoy the rest o’ yehr day, kin. Ancestor’s guide yehr path, and all that.”
(From Leah Rainweaver) “You’re so adorable.”
A red beard whipped around at the words he was adorable. His eyes caught the visage of the one who said and he could not help but laugh, a short and merry chuckle. "Adorable? Me," he question for a moment only to answer his own question. "Iffin yer sayin' such a thing then it must be true. I've never thought of me self as adorable." He cracked a smile that split his beard, "Iffin I am adorable then so are you!"
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iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?
"One last message?" Leah taps her chin, "It would be t' my mum. And I'd tell her I don' forgive her for most o' the shite she did in her life. But that I am sorry that I didnae believe her when she told me that I was the only person I could count on in the end. And that it was the best thing she taught me."
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snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ? why or why not ?
((Sometimes. Leah has had stages in her life where she was driven by vengeance, and little mercy was given during that time. But she has her moments. As far as the why? She was taught shamanism by her mother, and her mother was a "reformed" Twilight cultist. Power and getting ahead in life was what she was taught from a young age. She's had to work a lot to unlearn much of her mother's teachings.))
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❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .
headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡
abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  
acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   
aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?
amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   
anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  
angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?
apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  
bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 
basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?
bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  
begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  
belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   
bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  
carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  
chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  
chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  
daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?
daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  
edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  
fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  
forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  
gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  
gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .
goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  
heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?
hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  
holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  
hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  
hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  
hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?
iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  
ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?
lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  
lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 
lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  
lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  
magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  
marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  
mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?
nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  
oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  
pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?
parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .
peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?
poppy :   what comforts your muse ?
rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?
rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?
sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  
salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 
snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?
southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  
sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  
tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  
violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?
willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?
zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?
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LF RP - Leah Rainweaver
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--The Basics--
NAME: Leah Rainweaver
AGE: 42
RACE: Wildhammer Dwarf
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
MARTIAL STATUS: Unmarried
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
FACIAL LIKENESS: Eleanor Tomlinson
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--Physical Appearance--
HAIR: Leah’s hair falls below mid-back. She often has various braids in it, though she prefers to keep it half up-half down. More often than not, she also has three blue feathers tucked into her hair behind her right ear.
EYES: Ocean-after-a-storm-blue
HEIGHT: 4′4”
BUILD: Athletic, but it’s hard to lose that customary dwarf-ish build.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Leah bears two arrow shaped tattoos on both eyes, pointed inwards towards her nose. She also has two feather shaped tattoos on either collarbone.
COMMON ACCESSORIES: Leah wears a couple necklaces, typically tucked beneath her armor; the one that she values most is a necklace with blue gemstones and a dark pearl, all of which somehow glint towards red when hit properly by the light.
--Personal--
PROFESSION: Shaman. Adventurer? Dressmaker (when she feels like it)
HOBBIES: Travelling, drinking, training her gryphon.
LANGUAGES: Dwarvish, Common
RESIDENCE: Nowhere permanent these days.
BIRTHPLACE: Northeron
RELIGION: Nothing defined. She has great respect for the Elements and Titans, she also has been known to try to speak with the spirits of her ancestors.
PATRON DEITY: Elements?
FEARS: Never finding her father’s spirit. Ending up in the same type of relationship as her father.
--Relationships--
SPOUSE: None.
CHILDREN: None.
PARENTS: Seamus Rainweaver (formerly Thundermar), Father, deceased. Sybil Rainweaver, Mother, deceased.
SIBLINGS: None.
OTHER RELATIVES: No other Rainweavers remain. But if you throw a stone in Thundermar or Kirthaven, you’ll likely hit someone who’s somewhat related to her. The Thundermar Thane is Leah’s uncle.
ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: So many dwarves (none on Tumblr, that I’m aware of)
PETS: Marcail - Leah’s gryphon, Vika - sort of Leah’s bird
--Traits--
extroverted / introverted / in between.
disorganized / organized / in between.
close minded / open-minded / in between.
calm / anxious / in between.
disagreeable / agreeable / in between.
cautious / reckless / in between.
patient / impatient / in between.
outspoken / reserved / in between.
leader / follower / in between.
empathetic / unemphatic / in between.
optimistic / pessimistic / in between.
traditional / modern / in between.
hard-working / lazy / in between.
cultured / un-cultured / in between.
loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.
faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.
--Additional Information--
SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
╳ Flaws
moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny
controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar
impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry
greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive
spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky
♔ Strengths
honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave
patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky
intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous
merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming
cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | loyal
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There was so much left undone, unsaid. That thought circled in Leah’s mind. She crouched within a small crack in a stone wall, pressed into it as far as she could manage and still draw breath. Though.. given what she assumed were some broken ribs, each breath was excruciating. Her thrumming, frightened heartbeat didn’t help either. This was not how she pictured her end. Hunted. Afraid.
Alone.
Leah held her breath for a moment, straining to listen, to hear if the damned Mawsworn was still on her trail. Her chest burned, but she couldn’t hear anything. She exhaled as quietly as she could, considering pulling on her magic to make her hiding place more comfortable and better hidden. But she had had issues with her magic acting as a beacon and drawing unwanted beings to her. The Maw was everything--and more--than what she’d anticipated.
Regret filled her, mingling with her anger, fear, and pain. And yet, what else could she have done? Her father’s soul was almost absolutely here, based on the timing of his death and everything she’d learned of this place during her time in the Shadowlands. She could not bear to leave him to suffer here. Perhaps when she inevitably died here, she would have a better chance at finding his soul. Doomed to suffer for eternity together. 
Leah’s ribs continued to burn, and her breaths were harder to draw with each passing minute. If she didn’t attempt to hide herself better and work on these injuries, she would be dead before any kind of help could reach her. It was now or never. Ever so gingerly, she reached out to Earth, it being oddly distant and hollow on this plane of existence. In one swift movement, she bid the Earth at the opening of the crack she was hiding in to seal, trapping her in darkness, but it was comforting, and she was able to relax, if only slightly. Leah’s focus shifted to making the inner part of the crack a little wider so that she could sit down on the floor. Her chest screamed with pain as she slid her back down the wall and came to rest on the stone. 
With her eyes closed, head resting against the wall, Leah opened one of her palms as her hand lay on the top of her thigh, summoning a small portion of water from her staff to coat it. She focused on the pain in her chest, and shifted her hand, wincing as she did so, to where the pain was most centralized. The water flowed from her hand, seeping between the cracks in Leah’s armor and into her skin. She kept her focus on the element as it began it’s work, noting that with every moment her focus became clearer and she was able to better direct the water to do it’s work.
Finally confident that she was past any immediate danger, Leah reached for her satchel. She fished within it for a moment, and with a sinking feeling, found a hole that had been scorched into the bottom of it. Most of what she’d had with her was no longer within the bag. Tears sprang from her eyes and she buried her face in her hands, mourning the belongings. Gone was the talon heirloom from her Grandfather, the enchanted golden bird that Glauric had gifted to her, the stone axe that her father had made for her. Just gone. And she knew she would likely never see those things again.
Despair gripped her, but she maintained her presence of mind and didn’t allow herself to scream as she so wished she could. Sobs wracked her body, sending pulses of pain through her still mending ribs.
But eventually, exhaustion overwhelmed her and she slipped into the comforting abyss of sleep.
With a gasp, and then an immediate hiss of pain, Leah awoke in stuffy darkness. Confusion settled over her as she struggled to remember exactly how she had ended up in this self-made tomb. She remembered following a lead she’d been given whilst in Bastion. The fight and subsequent chase with a Mawsworn, the despair and near complete resignation before she had found momentary safety and managed to heal herself.
Then there was nothing. Nothing except for sleep. Leah was unsure how long she had been out, but apparently it was long enough to drive away some of the despair she had been feeling before. 
The pain in her chest was much less than it had been before she’d slept, though not entirely gone; it was manageable now, however. She’d pushed through worse pain in far worse situations. All she had to do was escape this… this completely forsaken place. Literal hell. Leah had ventured here a handful of times in the past, though she’d never gotten quite so far in as this current trip. She could get out of here. She -would- get out of here. There was no if about it. The Leah she was prior to healing and getting rest might have been resigned to death and eternal torment, but current Leah was decidedly -not-.
Leah extended her hand towards the top of her staff and siphoned some of the water to her palm. She sipped at it as she formulated a plan, noting that she had never before had to drink the water from her staff. At first she thought nothing of it, but she continued to get flashes of.. Memories? No, they couldn’t be memories; the flashes were of her leaving her hiding place and making her way to safety. Perhaps she was hallucinating. 
She cocked her head to the side, musing as she stared at her staff, and it struck her. This water was from the springs the Jinyu people’s Waterspeakers used when they sought to see the future. Her very staff was from one of their fallen. How had she not immediately reached that conclusion? 
Adrenaline spiked within her,and she did her best to focus on the bits and pieces she was getting. They weren’t much, in fact she didn’t even know if it was enough for her to form a plan on at all, but it was certainly better than nothing. Despite knowing the overwhelming odds against her, Leah felt oddly optimistic. 
She remained sitting for another half hour, continuing the healing she had left unfinished the previous.. day. And when she had not received ‘insight’ for a ten minute long stretch, she decided that the effects of the water were finished.
 There was no point in waiting any longer. And there was also no way for her to know for sure when the coast was clear outside of her tomb. Leah made an attempt to call on Earth for guidance, but as before, it felt hollow here, and she got a muddy view that honestly did not help her. Jump in blind, it was, then.
Leah took the feathers off her satchel, tucking them into her armor for safe keeping, and then dropped the satchel itself on the ground. There was no point in bringing it with her, as the damage to it was more than she would be able to fix. It was only pure luck that the feathers had remained unscathed, and while most wouldn’t consider a few feathers to be very valuable, Leah knew them to be her totem for Air. She would have been able to function without them, but in this place, she could use all the help she could get.
And so, with all the confidence she could muster, Leah opened the wall of her tomb and stepped out.
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Fresh Highland air. It felt like it had been years since she’d last been home, though in all reality, it had been… what? Six months? Leah had arrived just in time for the Moot to begin, a lucky happenstance. Though after escaping from the Maw and deciding to put her search for her father on hold, Leah was not much in the mood for celebrating.
She’d stopped by her uncle’s home first, something that felt odd to do when her entire life they’d barely spoken. It was more out of obligation than anything. The last he’d heard from her, she was still very much on the path to marriage with the prominent Dark Iron lord, Glauric Goldwrought. But that was… that was… over. Shaking her hair out of her face and rolling her shoulders back, Leah went in to tell her Uncle the news with all the grace and confidence she’d learned from studying how to be a noble while she had been with Glauric.
It went.. alright. It was hard not to miss the disappointment in her Uncle’s face when she’d explained her current relationship status to him. While the Thundermar clan was already prominent and powerful on it’s own, her marriage to Glauric would have made them all the more powerful. Connections were everything, and regardless of the fact that Leah was an all but estranged niece to the Thane, it was a connection that was undoubtedly wanted. 
Leah was sure her Uncle would get over the loss of the marriage, and even if he didn’t, it didn’t matter to her. She knew she’d made the right choice. And then Leah turned a corner into the town square and saw Glauric.
Her heart caught in her throat, and all the fear and emotion she’d been pushing down in order to survive threatened to overwhelm her. Every fiber of her being yearned to throw herself into Glauric’s steady arms, to feel safe again. To be reassured. Comforted. Loved.
She gritted her teeth, tears welling in her eyes as she struggled to shove everything down again. Glauric was no longer hers. She had no right to seek comfort in his arms any longer.
Most of her evening was spent on the outskirts of the Moot crowd, half watching, half talking herself out of pulling Glauric away to be held by him. She knew she still had feelings for him, love even. But she also knew she did not want to end up as her father had in a marriage where she would likely always be unhappy, but unwilling to leave because of the love she felt for her partner.
When the Moot ended, Glauric finally approached her and Leah forced herself to be normal. Smile, smirk, tease a little. Everything was fine. They talked for a little, wandering back into the town square and sat on a fence by the fountain together, and in that moment, Leah’s resolve almost shattered. By the skin of her teeth, she mostly maintained her facade and her determination that she couldn’t be with Glauric, but she did not hold herself back from leaning against him, from allowing him to wrap his arm around her. 
The warmth she felt in that moment, the safety.. It threatened her resolve again. But it was good to be close to him, even in this simple way. She was renewed, though she was also left doubting her choice again.
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The grass smelled different in the Valley of Four Winds. It was almost a sweet scent. Or perhaps that was the lotus flowers that surrounded her. Whatever it was, Leah felt completely at peace. She would have to make sure she thanked Delfin profusely for suggesting this place to visit while on her trip. 
It was hard to believe that only a handful of weeks prior, Leah had been ready to give up. And now she lay here in the grass of a lotus farm, staring up into the endless black sky, marveling at the stars that littered the void. And she felt good. Better than she had in a long time.
Her visit to the Jinyu people had been enlightening, and she’d left with their blessing and instruction to practice a few different skills, ones that--she hoped--would finally help her in finding her father’s soul. Everything happened for a reason, and Leah knew that her last experience in the Maw had led her to the idea of seeking aid from the Jinyu. Their skills were unique, and with any luck, Leah would be able to replicate some of them when next she worked up the courage to return to the Shadowlands. 
But she didn’t know when that would be. 
Life had been.. good, since she’d come back to the land of the living. She’d met new people, worked, trained, created. Every now and then she almost could forget about her quest to find her father’s soul. It was refreshing to not have to think about it every waking second of her day. There were moments of guilt sprinkled throughout her last few weeks of life, but overall, she just focused on living.
Though now that she’d made her trip to Pandaria, she was at a crossroads. Did she continue living, or did she return to the land of the dead?
If she stayed, there were so many possibilities. Perhaps she could speak with Glauric and get things sorted out between them. Or maybe she could try for something new. Delfin perhaps? Or maybe that Theldur lad, he’d seemed nice enough. Was she willing to let go of Glauric enough to move on?
If she returned to the Shadowlands, nothing was certain. She could practice and practice, but ultimately, it might all be for naught. There were millions of souls within just the Maw alone. And thus far, she’d found no definite way to find out were individual souls were at. For eternal beings whose entire purpose was ushering the dead to their afterlives, all the creatures there she’d spoken with were incredibly  bad at record keeping. How could they not have some massive archive tucked away where all the information on souls was kept? It was a huge oversight on… someone’s part. If she could leave a suggestion somewhere, she would have.
A breeze stirred the grass around Leah where she lay, and she closed her eyes, listening to Air as it danced around her. She took a deep breath.
Life.
She chose life. For now, at least. Leah was not ready to venture to find her father again yet. A small smile formed on her lips as she followed the breeze with her mind. Oh to be so free! 
If only she could just dance through the next few weeks, carefree and unhindered like that breeze. 
Leah took another deep breath, cracking her eyes open a little to watch the sky until sleep eventually overtook her.
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Cottagecore but make it dark
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(forgot to post this here... the piece was done by the spectacular @sbeep )
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leah-rainweaver · 3 years
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She is water, powerful enough to drown you. Soft enough to cleanse you. Deep enough to save you.
Adrian Michael (via nikkofrikko)
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(Screenshots of current gear for reasons.)
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leah-rainweaver · 3 years
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we can love what harms us / mourn what harmed us
Caitlin Scarano, from “History of Blue,” Do Not Bring Him Water (via lifeinpoetry)
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((From the pre-Shadowlands campaign Battlestein Company did.))
Leah was cold. 
Perhaps not a strange occurrence to most, but it had been years since Leah had been well and truly cold. Adjusting the temperature of the air that she felt so that she was always comfortable was just second nature to her, as easy and as unnoticed as breathing. But this air was different. It didn’t respond to her the way she was used to. She sat on her bed, blanket wrapped around her, book in her lap, struggling to distract herself from the low hum of moans and shuffling that surrounded Ironhearth. 
She had sort of seen the ravages of the Legion, how they burned through areas and left little in their wake. The hordes of undead were almost the opposite. Slow moving, cold, and in their wake, more death and undead. They consumed all in their path.
From down the hall, Leah could hear Nancy singing a song to Flora. It was one unfamiliar to Leah, but it spoke of summer? The sun perhaps? It was hard to make out the exact words, but she was able to follow the melody, and for a split second, she was able to block out the moans from her mind. But then the singing ended, and the moans crashed upon her ears once again.
Leah snapped her book shut and set it on the floor next to her bed, then curled up with the blanket, pressing her hands to her ears as she quietly tried to replicate the melody that Nancy had sung. Her humming helped for as long as she could keep it up, but the moment she stopped, the undead chorus returned. It was a good thing they were going to set their plans for leaving in motion on the next day. Leah was sure she would go mad if she had to keep listening to the dead sing their song.
Perhaps a drink would help her sleep. She got up, keeping the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and went to her door. Carelessly, she flung it open and stepped out into the hall, nearly running into Glauric as he returned to his own room. Leah stopped short, offering an awkward, apologetic smile, “Och, sorry ‘bout that.”
She met Glauric’s eyes and he returned the smile, even if it did look a bit formal and not as warm as it used to be. “That’s quite alright. Though you should watch where you’re going.”
Leah forced a pitiful laugh in response and nodded, “Aye, aye, I’ll try and remember that.” She swallowed, forcing herself to resist the urge to bury herself into Glauric’s chest. If anything could make her feel safer--and saner--it was certainly that. But Leah had no right to it anymore, and she knew she needed to continue trying to move on. It was best for her. Did she want to end up like her father had? In love with someone who couldn’t completely love her back? Who couldn’t completely love their children?
She gestured towards the stairs leading down to the main floor as she noticed Glauric giving her an appraising look, “Just gettin’ a nightcap. Sleep well, eh? Big day t’morrow.” Leah turned to leave almost as soon as the words had left her mouth.
“I could join you.” He said as she turned. 
‘Of course you could. I would love for you to join me.’ she thought to herself. But outloud, she replied as she stopped at the top of the stairs, “Nae, that’s alright. Just grabbing a quick drink, nae plannin’ on stayin’ down there long.” 
Leah could see the faint disappointment in his eyes, but he nodded, respecting what she’d said. “Very well. But we’ll have a drink to celebrate our arrival back to Ironforge tomorrow after we rescue everyone as is always our task.”
She smiled genuinely and nodded, “That, I can agree t’.” And she gave a small wave and then tucked some hair behind her ear as she began to head downstairs. Though as she went, she could have sworn she heard Glauric say something else, but it was unclear to her; she was just trying to get away from him as fast as she could so that she didn’t give in and seek out comfort and normalcy from him. They weren’t together anymore, she reminded herself for the hundredth time that day. She’d done just fine on her own before Glauric, she could do just fine on her own after him as well.
A few people remained in the dining room of the inn as she arrived at the bottom of the stairs. One or two pairs of eyes looked up to greet her, but everyone was subdued. Conversation, if it existed, was quiet and short. The weight of what faced them on the morrow was easily seen in everyone’s faces.
Leah grabbed a small bottle of her favorite drink and retreated back upstairs with it. Glauric was no longer in the hall when she returned, and she felt disappointment creep up within her chest; though she was quick to try and stomp it back down. He’s moving on, just as you are. Can’t expect him to be pining after you. There are probably dozens of women that have tried to move in on him now that he’s unattached again.
She clutched the bottle tightly to her chest, one arm sort of wrapped around it as she took quick steps back to her room. Leah put her hand on the doorknob to go in, and then paused. Was she being stupid? What if one of them died tomorrow? What if -both- of them died tomorrow? She should go to him, right? Both of them were doing everything they could to pretend that they didn’t still care for each other, but that was stupid in the face of almost certain death.. or undeath, as the case might be.
Leah turned and looked down the hall, three doors away from her own. Her hand remained on her own doorknob through sheer force of will. But then it slipped. And before she could stop herself, her feet carried her to Glauric’s door. Her heart hammered in her chest as she reached for the doorknob.
But she stopped. 
Her fingers rested lightly on the doorknob. One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Three heartbeats. They felt like eternity as she stood there like a statue. And then she withdrew her hand.
Going in there meant that she was accepting a fate where neither of them lived. How could she possibly allow herself to think that? They were going to live. All of them. Glauric, Bath, Losk.. the entire company. Everyone within Ironhearth that night. The portal would work. They would all survive and laugh about this over drinks.
Leah took a step backwards away from Glauric’s door. She could feel her heart ache with the dull pain that had been with her ever since she had told Glauric that she couldn’t be with him. Most of the time she could ignore it or pretend that it wasn’t there. But it was always with her. And in the stillness of the hallway, for the first time that night, Leah could not hear the moan of the undead outside. She could only hear her heartbeat, and she could feel the cold.
She was alone. But she would live. And that had to be enough.
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((Ho’boy.. it’s been awhile since I updated this blog. Lots has happened for Leah, but little is written down in story form. Last year was busy irl for me, so I didn’t have much time to write. This story and the next I’m posting are all I have from the last few months.))
Smoke wafted around Leah, hanging in the air around her before floating up and away in the gentle breeze atop Thunderstrike Mountain. The herbs she burned made her head feel light and foggy all at the same time. Leah closed her eyes, allowing her mind to drift with the smoke, pushing her thoughts and worries aside. She was reaching out to any of her ancestors that she would answer. Her lack of contact with the spirits of her parents had her worried, and she couldn’t sit by and wait for answers.
Leah sat for what felt like hours, her legs growing numb; the smoke was all but dissipated and the chill of evening was beginning to grow. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, finding herself in the dark of night in an empty Thundermar.
She looked around, mildly confused, searching for anyone. In all her memories, Leah couldn’t remember a time that Thundermar had ever been empty, and she’d been out plenty of times in the middle of the night in her youth. She wandered for a time, an uneasy feeling sitting heavily in her stomach. After every building had been checked, Leah made her way to Kirthaven, perhaps someone could be found there. She went first to the great meeting hall of her kin, and there, at the head of the room stood a man.--well, a spirit--that she recognized. Her grandfather, Davy.
Leah had spoken with him once before in the spirit realm, it had been the first time she’d met him; at least the first time that she could remember, as he’d died when she was very young. 
He smiled warmly at her, and she immediately felt at ease; her father had that same smile. “Yeh look well, Leah. I was hopin’ we would speak again someday. Yeh’ve been neglectin’ yehr kin.” His smile remained in place, but there was a faint look of worry about him.
“I’m sorry, grandfather. I’ve been…” She shrugged as she let out a deep breath, “Busy, I s’ppose.”
Davy ran a hand down his beard, then hooked his thumbs into his belt as he paced the room, “I don’ s’ppose yeh know where yehr Da is? I have looked, but I cannae find him.”
Leah frowned, her uneasiness heightened by that statement. So it was not just her that could not find him. Where could he possibly be then? She shook her head in response to her grandfather’s question, “I have nae seen him in quite some time. I had hoped yeh knew where he was. Wanted t’ talk t’ him about somethin’.”
Davy looked at Leah, giving her a knowing look, again, that reminded Leah very much of her father. “This about that lad yeh’ve attached yehrself t’?”
She cleared her throat, blushing a little, “It’s.. well..” She paused, then nodded, “Aye, it is. At least partially.”
Her grandfather grunted and then wiped a hand under his nose, “It’s not really my business, but I don’ see what yeh’re doin’ with him. Doesn’ seem good for yeh.”
Leah blinked, not expecting such a blunt comment from Davy. Her father had always been much more tactful than that. She frowned a little, “Yeh’ll forgive me for disagreein’ with yeh, grandfather, but yeh don’ know him.”
“I know his type though. Yeh bein’ with him reminds me o’ yehr Da bein’ with Sybil.” Davy’s face settled into a decidedly disappointed look, “Selfish sort o’ bloke.” He shook his head, “I may not know him well, but I know enough. Yeh’ll end up like yehr Da; in love, but never truly happy.”
Leah winced at that. Her grandfather knew exactly how to get straight to the point. She looked at the ground, his words stinging strongly. As much as she hated to admit it, he was probably right. Leah had been denying the similarities of her mother and Glauric for a long time now, but it was hard to do so when someone else called it out.
She continued to remain silent and Davy huffed, “Yeh’re young. Yeh shouldnae be lookin’ t’ settle down yet anyways. Should be enjoyin’ life. Don’ mean t’ hurt yehr feelin’s, but..” He offered an apologetic look, “I’m sure yehr Da would be sayin’ the same thing t’ yeh if he were about.” Davy looked around, “Yeh should find him. I cannae do it. He should be here with the rest o’ the kin.”
Leah could see darkness creeping in around them, and she knew her time here with Davy was short, “I’ll do what I can, Grandfather. I’ll find Da and send him back t’ yeh.”
Davy’s voice took on an echo, “Good. Kin need t’ stick t’gether. Remember that.”
The darkness overtook Leah, and then, she opened her eyes. Dusk was settling in the Highlands. The smoke from her incense had all dispersed now, and Leah sat there, the chill easily piercing her clothes. She called on Air and immediately the chill was gone, replaced by a much more comfortable temperature. Her heart felt heavy, the worry for her father increased, and the acceptance of the reality of her relationship weighing on her.
She quietly gathered her things and returned to where she’d left Marcail. They departed the mountaintop and began to fly back towards Arathi. A conversation needed to happen.
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