06-13-2012, 09:58 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-15-2012, 10:51 AM by Panoptikon.)
It was ironic to Mikola, that the last sale she would make at The Gracious Blossom would be a health potion. Yet there it was, penned into the ledger in her neat script.
"Good health and long life." Her lush draenic accent lilted in the air after the customer. When he was out of site, she toasted him and the close of her business with a shot of Ouzo. The aperitif had been distilled by her brother not long before he departed to Northrend. He told her they would drink it together on his return.
Tonight she drank it alone, mostly; for she was surrounded by flora. The plants in her shop were well taken care of and on a base level, they appreciated their cultivator. Each one was hand picked by the botanist. Every day she tended to them and every day she reaped their reward. Truth be told, Miko was a better florist than an alchemist, but potions paid the bills.
The elixirs drawn by the plants had all been crated, so when her last customer showed up unexpectedly she had to dig for his request. In her search she found the Ouzo, somehow mistaken for an urn of potion.
The discovery brought back memories of the day Vedrius left. He was stern when he walked out the door, his great hammer slung over his back, his broad shoulders plated heavily. He looked like a stone mammoth and it was no wonder that many who knew him did not question his resolve. Mikola was the exception.
They had never been apart and he so desperately wanted to leave. He spoke of vows and honor, but all his sister heard was that he wanted to leave her. He wanted to leave the little happiness they found. She sympathized with his cause, but why couldn't they fight from home...like the last time?
Her concoctions aided the Alliance heavily in Outland and he was a great asset to the Exodar, keeping the new city in order. One could wage war from home, not every soldier had to ship out. What about those left behind? Who would protect them if an assault struck here? What would happen to her, if he were not here?
Her pleas could not sway him. His answer to her questions was an affectionate kiss on the forehead and one last promise he would return.
To date, his promise remained broken. She had not heard from him and news was that the Lich King had been pushed back and there had been small victories.
As others returned from Northrend with no word from him, she felt certain she had lost her brother. It felt as though the string connecting her heart to his had been snipped.
At times she considered the possibility that it was only because of that string, that her heart still beat. She was not like Vedrius, strong, brave, faithful. Her faith had always been a struggle. Indeed she held steadfast to the Light, but it was more of a push for her. Being righteous came easy to her brother. It was part of the reason she loved him so much. Without him as a foundation, she was fearful she would crumble.
It seemed she had already begun to crack. She was selling her shop to her rival and leaving the Exodar. She could not stay here any longer. Waiting for Vedrius' return had become futile and taxing.
The only thing she was taking with her was Yuri, her steadfast elekk, a trunk of garments, and the name of her shop. Perhaps she would reopen somewhere else, perhaps not. Regardless, The Gracious Blossom would always be hers.
"Good health and long life." Her lush draenic accent lilted in the air after the customer. When he was out of site, she toasted him and the close of her business with a shot of Ouzo. The aperitif had been distilled by her brother not long before he departed to Northrend. He told her they would drink it together on his return.
Tonight she drank it alone, mostly; for she was surrounded by flora. The plants in her shop were well taken care of and on a base level, they appreciated their cultivator. Each one was hand picked by the botanist. Every day she tended to them and every day she reaped their reward. Truth be told, Miko was a better florist than an alchemist, but potions paid the bills.
The elixirs drawn by the plants had all been crated, so when her last customer showed up unexpectedly she had to dig for his request. In her search she found the Ouzo, somehow mistaken for an urn of potion.
The discovery brought back memories of the day Vedrius left. He was stern when he walked out the door, his great hammer slung over his back, his broad shoulders plated heavily. He looked like a stone mammoth and it was no wonder that many who knew him did not question his resolve. Mikola was the exception.
They had never been apart and he so desperately wanted to leave. He spoke of vows and honor, but all his sister heard was that he wanted to leave her. He wanted to leave the little happiness they found. She sympathized with his cause, but why couldn't they fight from home...like the last time?
Her concoctions aided the Alliance heavily in Outland and he was a great asset to the Exodar, keeping the new city in order. One could wage war from home, not every soldier had to ship out. What about those left behind? Who would protect them if an assault struck here? What would happen to her, if he were not here?
Her pleas could not sway him. His answer to her questions was an affectionate kiss on the forehead and one last promise he would return.
To date, his promise remained broken. She had not heard from him and news was that the Lich King had been pushed back and there had been small victories.
As others returned from Northrend with no word from him, she felt certain she had lost her brother. It felt as though the string connecting her heart to his had been snipped.
At times she considered the possibility that it was only because of that string, that her heart still beat. She was not like Vedrius, strong, brave, faithful. Her faith had always been a struggle. Indeed she held steadfast to the Light, but it was more of a push for her. Being righteous came easy to her brother. It was part of the reason she loved him so much. Without him as a foundation, she was fearful she would crumble.
It seemed she had already begun to crack. She was selling her shop to her rival and leaving the Exodar. She could not stay here any longer. Waiting for Vedrius' return had become futile and taxing.
The only thing she was taking with her was Yuri, her steadfast elekk, a trunk of garments, and the name of her shop. Perhaps she would reopen somewhere else, perhaps not. Regardless, The Gracious Blossom would always be hers.