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| Author: | inkie |
| Summary: | Sintha Fallon writes to her brother about how the war is going (poorly!) and how she is doing with it personally (magnificently!). |
| Rating: | T for Teen |
Arc: Season 13
27 February
Shay
You were right. It’s horrible and I hate it. I have never been so scared of anything and I just wanted
27 February
Shay,
I was so afraid, and I just wanted more than anything to be at home which I suppose makes you right all along and is so stupid because I thought everything I wanted was to not be at home all the time any longer but it was horrifying and I
If I actually send you one of these letters you are going to be a horrible beast and make me go home and stop all of this and I know why and I love you for it you jellyfish but that doesn’t mean it isn’t horrible of you
28 February
Dear Shay -
You will be furious to know, I imagine, that I have been in my first real battle! Yes, I had been tucked safely aboard the Skybreaker — you will be proud to know that Cairns and Bedlowe and the rest are performing very well — and also yes the High Captain let me participate in a ground action. They needed a siege engineer to help them take Mord’rethar (the ‘Death Gate’) as it happens, and I volunteered because you cannot carry on being the only Fallon to survive a debacle at some morbid Gate or other.
It was a debacle, as I am certain you’ve heard, and I am certain you had not also heard that I was there, but I was and guess what! I survived — as you have no doubt gathered, you clever boy — and rather brilliantly, if I may say so. A dwarven priest of Cobalt Company — the very same dwarven priest who saved you at Wintergarde, in fact! — said I am probably some sort of miracle and definitely made of special stuff, so you needn’t worry or kick up some kind of beastly fuss, clearly being exceptional runs in the family and is not your exclusive domain. Also if you do kick up a fuss I shall never speak to you again so please do not make the High Captain’s life miserable, he had absolutely zero fault in the matter and the blame lies squarely on the Horde as I know you are profoundly unsurprised to know. Do feel free to kick up a fuss about that, I’m feeling a little sore about it myself.
Some of our other Cobalt Company friends happened by in just the nick of time — well not at all in the nick of time, in fact, several nicks past the nick, but they were the closest thing anyone was — to pitch in, Sir Dane Atley and Lady Cressidha among them. How are Silvestre and your little draenei friend faring up there with you in the ice? When I stopped by the new Cobalt headquarters in Dalaran I actually ran into another of their draenei ladies, who happens to be in possession of one of your hats. I have absolutely zero questions about how she came to be in possession of an article of your clothing — please under no circumstances should you tell me — but please also tell me you are not leaving any hats with your little shaman friend, enthusiastic though she seems.
I also saw Miss Coit there, who seems to be doing quite well, though I did forget to ask her about the Westwind. (I was quite distracted by my conversation with the priest who diagnosed my miraculous nature.)
At any rate I am letting you know all of this so that you will not worry — that is a joke, as I know you will insist on worrying, you utter jellyfish — but chiefly, let’s be honest, so that you don’t hear it from someone else first and make a tempest of it.
There is, I should point out, a bloody war on.
Love and kisses,
Ta
P.S. Captain Tyrrell is toweringly enraged so kindly do not take him to task either, he obviously had nothing to do with it and I begin to suspect I may not be offered further combat action for some time, possibly until there isn’t a bloody war on any longer. At least I got to do my small and dramatically ineffectual part while I could!!!