→Abelar 3: I write to inform you that...
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seol_plumfallGuest post by Lynod
Dear Helaah,
Can you recall the happiest day of your life? Was it when we first met in the spring so long ago, separated by so many flasks and reagents that served as a catalyst for our love? Was it when you took my hand into your own and we walked those fateful steps before proclaiming ourselves as man and wife before the Light and all of Draenor?
Or was it when you first saw a baby girl staring at you from the safe refuge of your arms, far too fearless to even cry as she had emerged into a world unlike any she had experienced? I remember Astro's serene gurgle as her chubby hands stretched out to your face, seeming to reassure you as if she said, "Do not be afraid -- I love you."
All are beautiful memories, my love, times that are forever etched into my heart as well as your own I am sure. I ask, however, that you step aside and make room for the memory that will subvert all others and become chief in your heart.
Astrolabe, a girl who has survived the horrors of cruel demons, vengeful ghosts, and mad orcs, has added the unexplored wilds of Azeroth to her accomplishments.
Helaah, my love, Astrolabe is alive. Astrolabe is alive. Astrolabe. Is. Alive! Seol Plumfall has received a letter from her, and I urge you to arrive home post-haste. I expect she shall not be long and we will be a family once more. I love you, and I have never loved you more then now.
Eternally Yours,
Abelar
Sketched on the tear-stained draft of the letter but later omitted:
Will she hate us for what we have done, Helaah? Will she come back and forsake us like I did my family? Will we be so hateful to her sight, so sickening to her palate that she will reject us?
I do not believe my heart could survive such a rejection. Helaah, you are my world, but Astrolabe is my sun. I revolve around her, cannot help but marvel at her each day, and would quickly shrivel and die without her warmth. I fear that when Astrolabe returns, she will arrive without my daughter in tow.
I am afraid, Helaah, and I do not know what to do.
Dear Helaah,
Can you recall the happiest day of your life? Was it when we first met in the spring so long ago, separated by so many flasks and reagents that served as a catalyst for our love? Was it when you took my hand into your own and we walked those fateful steps before proclaiming ourselves as man and wife before the Light and all of Draenor?
Or was it when you first saw a baby girl staring at you from the safe refuge of your arms, far too fearless to even cry as she had emerged into a world unlike any she had experienced? I remember Astro's serene gurgle as her chubby hands stretched out to your face, seeming to reassure you as if she said, "Do not be afraid -- I love you."
All are beautiful memories, my love, times that are forever etched into my heart as well as your own I am sure. I ask, however, that you step aside and make room for the memory that will subvert all others and become chief in your heart.
Astrolabe, a girl who has survived the horrors of cruel demons, vengeful ghosts, and mad orcs, has added the unexplored wilds of Azeroth to her accomplishments.
Helaah, my love, Astrolabe is alive. Astrolabe is alive. Astrolabe. Is. Alive! Seol Plumfall has received a letter from her, and I urge you to arrive home post-haste. I expect she shall not be long and we will be a family once more. I love you, and I have never loved you more then now.
Eternally Yours,
Abelar
Sketched on the tear-stained draft of the letter but later omitted:
Will she hate us for what we have done, Helaah? Will she come back and forsake us like I did my family? Will we be so hateful to her sight, so sickening to her palate that she will reject us?
I do not believe my heart could survive such a rejection. Helaah, you are my world, but Astrolabe is my sun. I revolve around her, cannot help but marvel at her each day, and would quickly shrivel and die without her warmth. I fear that when Astrolabe returns, she will arrive without my daughter in tow.
I am afraid, Helaah, and I do not know what to do.
Astrolabe 12 ← Abelar 3 → Seol 19