06-15-2014, 09:59 PM
I may be a tad late, but who's counting? Happy Father's Day, CotH! Here's a little story much in the same way Immy did for Mother's day last year. Feel free to post your own IC dedications!
For Relshaz
Far above the canopies of Ashenvale the sun hangs low in the morning sky. It's beams of light flicker down through titanic trees and flourishing fauna, centering upon a lonesome grove which holds an ancient wooden abode. From all about the flutter of a bush's leaves echo through the grove, heralding the approach of a single cloak-clad figure. For but a second it dared to walk into the morning's beaming light, approaching only to lay a simple wooden box upon doorstep. Just as quickly the shadowy figured disappeared.
Within sat a chiseled geode of silvery ore. To the inexperienced eye it was but a gleaming and glittering chunk of stone, however the smith's eye could see the block of raw elementium waiting to be tapped into, it's dull magnificence partially hidden away by a sheathe of cluttering rock. Beneath the weighted chunk sat a simple letter, penned with as much grace as one could manage while also in haste.
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Far above the canopies of Ashenvale the sun hangs low in the morning sky. It's beams of light flicker down through titanic trees and flourishing fauna, centering upon a lonesome grove which holds an ancient wooden abode. From all about the flutter of a bush's leaves echo through the grove, heralding the approach of a single cloak-clad figure. For but a second it dared to walk into the morning's beaming light, approaching only to lay a simple wooden box upon doorstep. Just as quickly the shadowy figured disappeared.
Within sat a chiseled geode of silvery ore. To the inexperienced eye it was but a gleaming and glittering chunk of stone, however the smith's eye could see the block of raw elementium waiting to be tapped into, it's dull magnificence partially hidden away by a sheathe of cluttering rock. Beneath the weighted chunk sat a simple letter, penned with as much grace as one could manage while also in haste.
Anthrion Ironraven Wrote:An'da,
I wish you could see how far we've come. I dearly do. I was once your little pupil, a student which you could impress with your iron will, one you could fire with tales of old, one who you know would one day surpass.
I wish you could see how far we've come.
I stand upon the mountain's height now, An'da. Every morning I look to the bannister and see none other than Nordrassil at her core. My face is alit with it's gleaming waters. My allies stand as Wardens, Children of Cenarius, even Shan'do Stormrage stands in our midsts.
Kalah has taken to Winterspring where you once called home and there she keeps her watch under a Warden's own watchful eye. If you could see the joy in her youthful cheeks, the life in her eyes...
I wish you could see, An'da, I wish you could see.
Just beside the wooden box sat a rusted little bird carved from iron, in the grasp of it's wings resting a bouquet of dead flowers and a pollen-coated letter yet opened.