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Fan Fiction - Dustfire "I didn't think you could read.""Nevari." Dustfire shut her book, stood, and smiled. In a sickly sweet tone, she asked, "Who let you in?" Nevari ambled forward and kissed the air beside Dusfire's cheek. "Always so clever." Dustfire lowered her lashes. "Not half as clever as you, I'm sure." "Me too. Is this what I think it is?" Nevari approached an elegant birdcage by the open window, the occupant asleep and glinting gold-red. Dustfire remained in the center of the room, leaning gracefully against a high-backed chair as she watched the other woman make cooing noises at the cage. "You finally got one. Didn't your father used to work with them? He was a stable hand for Kael'thas or something?" Dustfire tossed her head. "He was the best phoenix breeder in the world. Kael'thas used his animals for his own personal mounts." "Yes, well, that's not happening anymore, is it?" "No. Obviously." They smiled at each other. "Anyway," said Nevari, "I just came by to see your new situation. I heard it was just the quaintest room." She glanced around at the red and gold furniture, bookshelves filled with magical books and apparatus, small piano tucked against the wall, and an equally small loom by the door. The woman who ran the boarding house made the meals, and everyone ate in the dining room downstairs. Nevari studied the painting above the piano in particular – it was one of the few things Dustfire had managed to save from the war. Everything else had been looted or burned. A short woman sat with a red-haired child beside her, and a taller man stood with his hand on the woman's shoulder. Each family member had a small ruby phoenix pinned to their lapel, and a large, dark cat lounged at their feet in a red collar. "Is that a druid?" Nevari's smile dimmed in the wake of surprise, and Dustfire felt her own mouth relax into something sly. "Yes." Enslaved kaldorei druids were very rare in the pre-war Silvermoon – it was most popular to trap them in cat form with an enchanted collar – and only the richest and most powerful of families had one. It was rumored that Kael'thas had five. Still, Dustfire's father had worked for a living, and no matter how rich they grew, no matter how many druids they could have bought, the quel'dorei aristocracy would never have recognized them as equals. Nevari had been born an aristocrat. Though she had been too young to remember the times before the war, her parents had survived long enough afterward to instill her with something of what her birthright meant. The war had almost leveled the playing fields. Every family had had to work to rebuild their lives, their families, their fortunes. But still . . . "Well, it's a cute place. And so fortunate for you that your little boyfriend – what's his name? Vranesh? – could afford it." "I paid for it myself, actually. And I'm quite over Vranesh. He never was anything more than a toy." "Ah." Somehow, it sounded condescending. Nevari had several inches on her. She had a title that didn't mean anything anymore, coffers a little plumper than her friend's, and the well-bred arrogance of her family. But, Dustfire thought with a touch of triumph as they continued to smile those fake little smiles at each other, she just edged Nevari out in beauty. Nevari had the tall, slender darkness that attracted elegant men, but Dustfire's sultry curves produced results. "Well," said Nevari, adjusting her gloves, "I should go." Dustfire opened the door for her. "It was lovely seeing you." As she held it: "Give Manasseh my love." Nevari shot her a poisonous glance then smiled brilliantly. "I'll have to come by again soon." "Naturally." Dustfire shut the door and leaned against it, letting out a long breath. She'd be counting the days. Back
 --------------------- Explanations and Overview Dustfire is a shadow priest, which means she zaps things in the face, and my main raiding character. Her primary role in the game is to support other casters by giving them mana. When I feel like it, I can turn her into a healer, but I never feel like it. Her personality is too vindictive to heal. Nevari is the character of my sister-in-law that Dustfire leveled with, though after I wrote this my sister-in-law described Nevari as "more scary than pretty." Kael'thas is a prince of the quel'dorei, the high/blood elves, whose great city of Silvermoon was left half in ruins when the Scourge invaded. Some, like Dustfire, still live in Silvermoon. Kael'thas went mad and joined with some of the top badguys of the "Burning Crusade" expansion pack, thus he's someone you fight and kill. He's a character of particular interest to Dustfire because he, in his two incarnations (one that takes 25 very well-geared players, one that takes 5 very well-geared players), drops phoenixes -- a beautiful flying mount and an adorable non-combat pet. Champion Vranesh is a random non-player-character that rides slowly around Silvermoon and looks disapprovingly at the soldiers while they train. Nothing else is really known about him, but I've always thought Dustfire would be attracted to the sort of man who looks down on others. A kaldorei druid is a night elf druid, one of the playable classes in the game. I've never heard (but also never looked for) anything in the lore about one playable class enslaving another playable class -- I just thought it could be possible and amusing. The high elves really are the kind of people who would do that if they could. |
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