Less than a day passed since she walked away from that cursed city. Maya yet again found herself going a separate path from her acquaintances. She remembered Mokaku heading the way of the Frostwolf, but not of Geezle. There were still some bitter thoughts lingering with Voragh which made her relieved he wasn't going her way.
Maya once again found herself approaching the tranquil city of Silvermoon, parting ways from the traveling strangers. She couldn't stand out anymore as an orc in the city of the Sin'dorei, doubly so for being a tinker. And yet something about this place made her feel much better. At least it was a place that appreciated the learned types such as herself, and she knew some sin'dorei as her friends. Speaking of such...
What a good time to find her friend, in this city. How would she start? But with a letter. Even if he wasn't there, surely the elves knew a way to get words into the right hands. This wouldn't be the only letter...
As she found a place in the study she found her head flooded with words, and only such much paper to write with. She sat herself at the desk, tapping at the pad of paper.
“I better wrap this up.” she told herself, taking the small pile of letters. She gathered herself and some of the books in the study, making her way to the closest mailbox she could find.
Maya let out a long, drawn-out sigh. She could have only wished to have some normal company not so scattered around Azeroth.
((also sorry if this seems scattered or rushed. Been sorta busy most of the day and it feels like my head was gonna split in two part of the time))
Maya once again found herself approaching the tranquil city of Silvermoon, parting ways from the traveling strangers. She couldn't stand out anymore as an orc in the city of the Sin'dorei, doubly so for being a tinker. And yet something about this place made her feel much better. At least it was a place that appreciated the learned types such as herself, and she knew some sin'dorei as her friends. Speaking of such...
What a good time to find her friend, in this city. How would she start? But with a letter. Even if he wasn't there, surely the elves knew a way to get words into the right hands. This wouldn't be the only letter...
As she found a place in the study she found her head flooded with words, and only such much paper to write with. She sat herself at the desk, tapping at the pad of paper.
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“I better wrap this up.” she told herself, taking the small pile of letters. She gathered herself and some of the books in the study, making her way to the closest mailbox she could find.
Maya let out a long, drawn-out sigh. She could have only wished to have some normal company not so scattered around Azeroth.
((also sorry if this seems scattered or rushed. Been sorta busy most of the day and it feels like my head was gonna split in two part of the time))