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| Author: | Athena |
| Summary: | Letters between Lathrik and Natalyah during his deployment to Pandaria covering the months of September to December. 5k words. |
| Rating: | T for Teen |
9/1/29
MADE LANDFALL.
LOCALS ARE PANDAREN.
RALAEA IS HERE FOR SOME REASON.
LHD
On proper ivory stationary stock folded in a complex heart inside an…empty box? that looks like it would fit the Scales of Life trinket.
September 3rd, Year 29
Dear Lathrik,
Still on land, locals are varied, but you might be surprised to learn that some are also now pandaren here. Ralaea is, I'm sure you're relieved to know, not also here for any reason of body doubles or evil twins. Almeiria is still here, so if you do see another Almeiria there suddenly, we'll have to revisit the evil twin situation.
The trinket only lasts at most [underlined five times] one month, Lathrik. You left on August 15th, and there's no need to stretch it to exactly [underlined five times] one month. In case you somehow misplaced the box to send it back in, here is an extra one.
Love,
Natalyah
The Scales finally make their return, tucked away in the original box. The fate of the extra box is unknown.
9/7/29
SORRY. SCALES UNUSED AT TIME OF WRITING. [Here, a small, simple smiley face is drawn.]
PATROLLED LOCATION ‘JADE FOREST.’
NO ALMEIRIA.
SAW A BUTTERFLY AND THOUGHT OF YOU.
A SOLDIER ON MY SQUAD HATES ME. [Another smiley face.]
— LHD
The Scales of Life are returned humming with what feels like aggressively overcharged healing energy, literally glowing painfully bright with the Holy Light the first two or three days.
September 8th, Year 29
Unused because they weren't needed or because you didn't use them? You better use them if you do [underlined five times] need them! [There is a threatening aura to the writing.] That's the deal, remember. I'm trusting in you, Lathrik Hazard Dinnsfield!!!
How dare a soldier hate you! What's this person's name? I should send them something terrible. I hate them already. I hope they come across an Eastern Tiger Swallowtail caterpillar, which releases the most foul smell, and can get on clothes. Maybe on this person's socks. It will serve them right.
What sort of butterfly? Describe it in detail, or better yet, get someone to draw it in detail, and get its habitat, and ask the locals if it's already known and documented.
Also, I may commit homicide in the near future. [Here, a simple heart is drawn.]
Love,
Natalyah
9/9/29
HOMICIDE? EXPLAIN.
WILL TRADE BUTTERFLY KNOWLEDGE FOR EXPLANATION.
SOLDIER IS HARMLESS. ALL FANGS, WEAK BITE.
SCALES UNNEEDED SO FAR.
— LHD
Letter is folded into another heart on official stationary, but still only one page.
September 14th, Year 29
Homicide details: Horrible little man with the lepidopterist society who is blocking progress on my lecture series until I can produce a "third party source" for my claims on the Lange's Metalmark Butterfly, because I am my own sources. Ridiculous, obviously, since there are no third party sources with my information, and there are almost none of the butterfly left since the Cataclysm. I won't actually kill him, but the temptation stands. I'm considering alternatives. Maybe that one guy who burned down the Count's house takes commissions? What was his name again?
And how do you know how hard the soldier bites? What sort of bite with what sort of fangs?? Not a worgen, surely???? And you're not actually letting this soldier bite you, are you? Is this soldier a woman? Is that why you aren't using any name or gender pronouns? Is she a pretty woman?
By the way, I look especially pretty today, you should know.
Love,
Natalyah
9/21/29
LATE REPLY. SORRY. WORK GOT BUSY.
REN KNOWS ARSONIST. ASK REN.
CALLING SOLDIER SNARLEY. NOT A WORGEN. NO PHYSICAL BITING YET, JUST REPUTATION. WEAK, AS STATED.
SHE IS NOT PRETTIER THAN YOU.
BUTTERFLY:
LOCALS CALL IT ‘BLUE MOON.’
WINGSPAN EST. 70-85MM.
MALE: BLACK WITH PALE BLUE CIRCULAR MARKINGS.
FEMALE: BROWN TO BLACK WITH WHITE EDGES, ALLEGEDLY.
FLIGHT ERRATIC.
PERSONALLY WITNESSED MALE. SKETCH BASED ON MINIMAL OBSERVATION, SUPPLEMENTED WITH LOCAL KNOWLEDGE GIVEN VERBALLY.
As promised there is a rough, almost rigid sketch of the butterfly in question, laid out as though it is a draft of the dimensions of a building.
MY APPEARANCE IS UNCHANGED.
— LHD
The paper stock is definitely scented with Natalyah's expensive perfume, and once again folded into a heart.
Sep. 26th, 29
I love you I love you I love you!!!! I was able to get even more information on the Blue Moon through the pandaren here, combined with the drawing and information, and have swapped it in for my Lange's Metalmark Butterfly in my series, completely bypassing Bang-Haas and his stupid block, and now my lecture series is set for later this month! So, as a matter of fact, no arson needed for now. I also am the first lepidopterist in the EK to lecture on a pandaren butterfly.
There will be NO biting at all, Lathrik. And no metaphorical biting either. And she's not prettier, but that means she is pretty???? She probably doesn't hate you at all. She probably thinks you're stupidly handsome and amazing and wonderful and smell good.
I also smell good, in case you need a reminder of that.
Love,
Natalyah
9/29/29
HAPPY TO HELP. WILLING TO VISIT ‘BLUE MOON’ TOGETHER IN PERSON WHEN EVERYTHING SETTLES.
SNARLEY LIKES REN. CLAIMS I KISS BLUEBLOODS. IRONIC.
STARTED HAVING DREAMS. A GOLDEN VALE.
IT’S HERE, SOMEWHERE. DON’T KNOW HOW I KNOW.
ACCORDING TO REN, MY SCENT IS ‘COULD USE A BATH.’
— LHD
Stationary is once again sprayed with Natalyah's expensive perfume, and included with the note (written on one page both sides in cramped writing) is a Solari Original.
Oct. 4th, 29
It's almost time for the renewal of the trinket, don't forget!!!
And what do you mean you're having dreams about a golden vale?? That you somehow know about? That sounds like a precursor to you writing to me about how the mushroom overlords are wonderful and I should join you in the great commune. Anyway, I talked to your mother about your dreams and the Golden Vale. She didn't really say anything one way or another, but she's been drawing something. I'm sending one that I thought maybe sort of seemed like something in case it means anything, or resembles anything you're seeing.
And good [underlined five times] that "Snarley" knows you kiss a blueblood. Remind her that it's singular, just one. And also what's her problem with me? Do I even know her? Does she know me?
I miss your scent all the time. I can't smell you in the house anymore. I still have my stashes for emergencies, but I am keeping those for, as stated, emergencies. Do you have a warlock in the army and exactly how long do you have to be gone before they consider you MIA or AWOL, or whatever, you know, technically?
Love,
Natalyah
10/5/29
The writing is significantly sharper and more hurried than usual. No box is included with this letter.
SOMETHING BIG HAPPENED.
NEED SCALES FOR NOW.
WILL SEND THEM WHEN SAFE TO.
MIGHT CUT IT CLOSE.
SORRY, 5 SECONDS TO WRITE. MORE LATER.
— LHD
The letter is on the same card stock, and appears to have been likely written in at least two different times, given ink and handwriting.
Oct. 7th, 29
LATHRIK HAZARD DINNSFIELD?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
IF YOU'RE DEAD, I SWEAR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND MAKE YOU REGRET IT.
Please don't be dead.
What does something big happened even mean?????????
I hate this. I hate everything about this. I'm going to Pandaria right now and no one can stop me. I'll tell you when I arrive.
Love,
Natalyah
10/13/29
The box, still the original box, returns with the Scales, and though their power is diminished, they still appear unused.
SITUATION RESOLVED BY COBALT COMPANY.
NO CASUALTIES ON OUR END. (WE HAVE A MEDIC.)
ELLE SHAKEN BUT FINE.
BIG CREATURE ERUPTED FROM FALLEN STATUE. WILL NOT DESCRIBE. APPEARANCE UNPLEASANT. NOT A COMMON OCCURRENCE.
HAD A MOMENT TO INSPECT SOLARI DRAWING. JUST LOOKS LIKE SCRIBBLES.
RE: SNARLEY, BLUEBLOOD AS IN FALLON AND LT. COMMANDER AZUREDOWN. CLAIMS I AM USING PERSONAL TIES TO FURTHER PROFESSIONAL GOALS. WILL CORRECT HER AS TO RECIPIENT OF MY AFFECTIONS.
GIVEN NO NEWS OF YOUR ARRIVAL, WILL ASSUME YOU HAVE NOT, AND REMAIN SAFE AT HOME.
NO WARLOCK IN ARMY UNIT. FLEET HAS LENA, CHECK WITH FALLON. STEPPING AWAY ILL ADVISED. SORRY.
— LHD
The Scales of Life have been once more charged so intensely that they emit not only a bright glow of Holy Light, but those attuned to the cosmic force might swear that they can hear just out of hearing singing? Being in its presence doesn't quite manage to get to an inherent 'Renew', but for a day or two it might make a person feel marginally revitalized.
Oct. 14th, 29
No, obviously I am not in Pandaria. The stupid keepers wouldn't let me through. Apparently I don't have the paperwork and I can't get them, and I'm now on some sort of list about "high risk from the anger sha" whatever that means.
I'm glad you're all only shaken, not dead stirred. Creature sounds horrible, especially since anything that erupts can't be good, and erupting specifically from a statue sounds cursed. You didn't enrage any ancient beings and now you're cursed again or something are you? We just got you uncursed. There should be some sort of curse warranty insurance or something.
Also tell Snarley to not be stupid. Everyone has overlap with personal ties and professional goals, whether or not that person actively seeks it out or happens to have the world's most catastrophic luck. Does she not understand how meeting people works??
I don't need you to step away right now. But I was thinking with Peril here, and if you had a warlock there, for maybe a very little while before it's MIA or AWOL or whatever illegal, if you're still gone in a few months, when your birthday comes around… [she's out of room on the paper]
– N [a heart, colored in]
10/16/29
SHA ARE FROM A LEGEND OVER 10K YEARS OLD.
HEARD ANYTHING FROM HARVEY? NOTHING ON MY END. SUSPECT HE IS IN YOUR VICINITY, ALSO SEEKING PERMISSION THROUGH.
PANDAREN ARE NOTORIOUSLY PATIENT.
NO NEW CURSES ACQUIRED.
SNARLEY QUIET SINCE ERUPTION. ADMITTEDLY CONCERNING. PLANNING TO ANTAGONIZE.
UNIT PREPARING TO MOVE DEEPER INLAND SOON. MISSION HAS GROWN COMPLICATED AND IS FAR FROM CONCLUDED. ANY ABSENCE OR LEAVE TO RETURN HOME FOR ANY AMOUNT OF TIME UNLIKELY.
USUALLY WORK ON BIRTHDAYS ANYWAY.
DO NOT USE PERIL FOR LEGALLY DUBIOUS ACTIVITY, PLEASE.
— LHD
Oct. 22nd, 29
I'm a detective now. Of course I found Harvey. He's been polite and hasn't done anything wrong, but they won't let him through either. Pandaren are notoriously biased is what they are. There's a festival that's being held here for worgen and pandaren and I'm going and I'm going to make them like me and Harvey. How dare they keep us out of Pandaria for no reason because of a ten-thousand-year-old-legend. So what if a few ten thousand year old things have tried to recently destroy the planet, it doesn't mean that we have anything to do with this one specifically!
Also my costume for the festival is brilliant. I'll have to just tell you because you won't be here to see it. I'm going as a Straw Man Argument, which will also look like a Wickerman from the holiday, so it'll be easy to misrepresent it. I plan on being very beautiful, of course.
You should maybe think about that instead of how you can get the attention of Snarley in your squad whose attention you miss so much.
And also yes, how you used to usually work on birthdays, but now you have something else you could be doing because you have someone you didn't have before all those other birthdays, and that you supposedly want to have that someone for all these birthdays to come. I'm still here, you know.
Love,
Natalyah
10/24/29
WOULD ASK THAT YOU TRUST THE PANDAREN AND THEIR JUDGMENT. SITUATION HERE IS SERIOUS.
MORALE DETERIORATING. ENOUGH TO WISH I WERE AT THE FESTIVAL.
GOING TO MISS HALLOWS END. WINTER VEIL. POSSIBLY THE NEXT YEAR OF YOUR LIFE.
WILL LEAVE MARLEY TO REN. NOTHING I CAN SOLVE.
AFRAID TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH I MISS YOU FOR MULTIPLE REASONS. KNOW THAT I DO.
— LHD
The paper stock once again smells of Natalyah's expensive perfume. The writing is increasingly smaller, as if she realized she was running out of room and had to start writing smaller and smaller as she went.
Oct. 28, 29
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that. I know it's serious over there, and Marley/Snarley is part of your team, and you take things like that earnestly. It's stupid of me to get jealous when I know what you care about more is if she's going to get hurt or worse. Give her something to do, something that's hard to do. People who hate nobles and social climbers hate them because they see it like coasting through life, because they love hard work and they value it. So, give her a difficult task, and maybe assign yourself it with her for good measure, so she knows you're not scared of difficult things either. You're with me after all.
No matter how many holidays you miss, I'll still be here. Or, if the pandaren relent, I'll be there. Either way, it isn't what matters. I'm not keeping a count or a score somewhere that you need to worry that you're losing points and if you lose too many, you'll come back and find I'll have decided you're not worth it. You're worth everything, and there's no scoreboard. I miss you all the time. I know you miss me. I'm sorry sometimes I doubt it. It's not you I doubt really. I believe in you more than anything.
I will also be leaving Dulcie to Longchamps from now on.
Love,
Natalyah
This letter ends with a dark red lipstick kiss by her name, carefully set in the only remaining free corner left from the cramped writing.
11/3/29
NATALYAH. AN EXPLANATION IS OWED.
SHA ARE REAL. THEY CAN INFLUENCE NEGATIVE EMOTIONS IN A PERSON UNTIL THEY CONSUME THAT PERSON ENTIRELY.
THIS LAND IS CURSED WITH THEM, AND EVERYONE HERE IS AT RISK.
THE SHA OF DESPAIR HIT OUR UNIT. WE ARE FINE NOW. [A small heart is drawn here.]
PLEASE FORGIVE LACK OF TRANSPARENCY, AND MY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. I TRUST YOU. WE WILL BE OKAY.
YOUR ADVICE RE: SNARLEY IS SOUND.
FUTURE LETTERS MAY BE DELAYED. CURRENT LOCATION MOSTLY WILDERNESS.
DULCIE LONGCHAMPS SOUNDS LIKE A GOBLIN NAME.
— LHD
The letter is scented and folded into a heart, with a lipstick kiss as a seal. All the writing is small to take advantage of the single piece of paper.
Nov. 6th, 29
What sort of ridiculous bait and switch escalation is this? The early warnings in Pandaria were for a bitey soldier in your squad and now it turns out the real threat is actually a ten thousand year old legend that wants to consume you? Next thing you'll tell me is that the cursed statue is really a wild goddess who wants to suck down your soul and force you into some cursed marriage (REMIND HER YOU'RE TAKEN!!).
Just in case you need to hear it, of course I forgive you. Please stay safe. Despair is insidious. Is there a guilt sha? Don't let it eat you. Don't let anything eat you, for that matter. Blanket non-permission for Lathrik consumption.
If you are in the wilderness, take note of butterflies. You're more likely to encounter species no one has ever encountered before, not even pandaren. Don't forget that you're getting close to the limit with the trinket.
Dulcie is a treacle in human form. Longchamps needs to stop trying to make mutton chops fashionable, but v. reasonable research.
— N [A simple heart, colored in]
11/12/29
The Scales are tucked away securely in the original box, though the box itself is beginning to look a bit worn.
SHA ENCOUNTERED: DOUBT IN JADE FOREST, DESPAIR IN KRASARANG WILDS. NO GUILT YET. [A smiley face.]
WILDS DARK AND WET. EVEN REN TIRES OF IT.
FINDING MORE MOTHS THAN BUTTERFLIES. NO LOCALS NEARBY FOR INTEL.
MOTHS IN QUESTION WHITE WITH BLACK MARKINGS. DRAWN EXCESSIVELY TO EVEN FAINT LIGHT SOURCES.
RETURN OF SCALES MAY CAUSE SWARM.
Another sketch is included, much the same as the previous, drafted out to include dimensions and coloration.
— LHD
The Scales of Life have been returned in a better, cedar box, waterproofed. It has cost another pretty penny; the quality of the stationary has dropped by a degree, but it still holds up in the jungle wet. The trinket once again thrums with power, glowing intensely like a giant moth heaven of pure holy golden light. It does also, however, also smell strongly and maybe pleasantly of citronella, having been wrapped in a cloth soaked in the oil, acting as a moth (and other creepy crawly) repellant. One might say that the scales have been…balanced.
Nov. 13th, 29
Moths don't like certain scents, as much as they like light. Citronella and cedar in particular are two. Lavender is another, but some men get stupid about it being "feminine" or whatever.
If you find a particularly beautiful moth that seems difficult to find, document the hell out of it, so I can double check to see if its ever been documented. I have a promise to fulfill, and if there's an unknown moth out there that fits, the pandaren better let me through someday or I suppose I'll have to find out how to stretch the shadow sight across continents. The Church says it can't be done, but I bet Almeiria and I could figure it out.
Speaking of, I met the most delightful girl at the festival, a Fallon ward named Isla Lenaire, who I'm teaching the Science of the Light. She has a horrid (?) older brother-ward I haven't met who she calls Lee and everyone else calls Finley Boutille, who is apparently friends with Elle and Hana. Isla says she senses a 'Romantic Vibe' between both (individually, not altogether), but she also seems to sense a Romantic Vibe between your favorite Brooding Couch and the coffee table so take that with a grain of salt so large you need to hydrate afterwards. He'd also be Ralaea's brother-ward and Siamus' sort-of-son. The Fallons are certainly an interesting family to know.
Love,
Natalyah
The Scales are back already, Light depleted.
11/15/29
HAD AN INCIDENT.
ISLA ONCE WALKED IN ON HUG BETWEEN MYSELF AND HARVEY. GOT THE WRONG IDEA. RALAEA’S FAULT.
ELLE SPEAKS FONDLY OF BOUTILLE. WAS NOT AWARE OF HANA’S CONNECTION.
— LHD
The Scales of Life are glowing intensely with what can only be described as aggressively protective healing energy. When touched the first time, a faintly visible golden shield briefly encases Lathrik before dissipating. Anyone familiar with the Holy Light and healers would know that whoever stored a heal in the trinket is approaching impressively notable levels of strength. Anyone familiar with Natalyah would know that Lathrik got off easy, and they might feel a little bad for whoever had to deal with her sending the package back that day.
Nov. 16th, 29
I will make you a deal. I will trade details of "the incident" that depleted the trinket for details of an incident past, present, or future of your choosing. Or I will describe myself in detail doing something interesting for your private entertainment of your choosing for when you miss me at night. Deal?
You mean it was Ralaea's brilliant idea. I've heard of the hug, and I approve of everything about it. Honestly, someday I want to recreate it so I can see it for myself, even though my imagination is amazing. Still, I don't think I can get Harvey's expression as perfect as it can get. I just don't know him as well as I do you.
Also, you didn't like that rug in the living room, right? Let's just say HAD AN INCIDENT and holy fire really does burn faster than I'd documented previously, but I think Isla's going to be an amazing student.
In case you were wondering, I cut my hair again recently, because Aszera and I had a whole day of it, and I look very especially pretty. But between the haircut and the box, there won't be a new rug for awhile.
Love,
Natalyah
11/17/29
CUT YOUR HAIR, NOT BURNED IT?
WHAT ELSE DID YOU — WAIT. THAT DOESN’T COUNT.
MINOR INCIDENT:
STEPPED AWAY FROM UNIT FOR PERSONAL BUSINESS.
JUMPED WITHIN MINUTES BY THREE LIZARD MEN.
ONE STRUCK AROUND LEFT LEG PLATE WITH SPEAR.
KILLED LIZARD MEN AND USED SCALES TO RETURN TO CAMP.
UNIT TO PROCEED NORTH FOR SUPPLIES.
NORTH BRINGS US CLOSER TO GOLDEN VALE. CAN FEEL ITS PULL.
RE: HARVEY. YOU WANT THE DOG TO DO TRICKS, ASK RALAEA.
TELL ISLA NOT TO SMITE ANYTHING IMPORTANT.
— LHD
[The paper is definitely lower quality than before, and her handwriting is smaller from the start and gets even more cramped towards the end.]
Nov. 23rd, 29
Of course I didn't burn my hair. What in the world are you imagining we were doing? Does it involve Isla smiting apples off my head? Really, Lathrik?
Incident not as bad as I feared. Thank you for telling me about it. I was driving myself a little crazy with all the possibilities. Do you mean actual lizard men? Light I can't think what's funnier though, picturing them as lizards the size of people, or people the size of lizards. For your sake, I have made the people the size of lizards of very large lizards with very large spears.
What do you mean you can feel a pull to the Golden Vale? Lathrik nothing about that sounds normal. I swear, if you end up in the Golden Vale and there's some sort of beautiful goddess singing by a spring or something you march right back out of there and you get some sort of emergency leave or something.
And please, I don't need Ralaea to get Harvey to do anything. He's just a man. And before you say anything, no I also won't "use" him for "legally dubious activity" because I'm not the sort of person who does that with anyone I care about.
What's the point in learning how to smite something if you aren't going to smite important things? I'm going to tell Isla to smite something very important just to prove it.
Love,
Natalyah
In the mail with the letter, likely sent not long after the letter is a postcard of a watercolor picture of a bougie upscale tavern made of fashionable gray stone with a bubbly text over it that reads COME VISIT STORMWIND'S THIRD BEST TAVERN IN THE PARK DISTRICT! The tavern, the Smitten Pigeon, has been a hole in the ground ever since Deathwing visited said tavern. The postcard still has the 90% DISCOUNT! sticker on it. On the back is a note from Natalyah that reads:
I can't stop thinking about it so I had to buy this postcard because it's cheap enough. Did you honestly think that Isla burned off my hair in some weird way, then I told you that I cut it to disguise it, and then I told you that I looked especially pretty, and you saw nothing odd about anything there?? Were you picturing me coming out of the salon with a patchy pixie cut tossing my head going, this is it, I am peak fashion, it's called the Cataclysm Look, sweetie, look it up?? Truly, Lathrik. How long have you been in that jungle???? Or what are your beauty standards??? Are patchy mangy dogs especially pretty? Don't answer that, actually. My hair is a butterfly+wolf cut as always, and I look beautiful. Anyway, I love you, you strange, strange paladin man. — Natalyah
Despite being in all capitals as the other letters have been, the handwriting on this one is notably less square and precise.
11/25/29
TALYAH, YOU ARE AS RADIANT, SOFT, AND DANGEROUS AS THE GIANT MAN-EATING MOTH, MOTHALLUS, THE LIKES OF WHICH PANDARIA HAS SEEN ONLY ONCE. WHATEVER SILKEN STRANDS REMAIN OF YOUR HAIR ARE SURE TO BE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN YOU SAY, AS WORDS DO NOT EXIST TO DESCRIBE YOUR GLORY.
— LHD
A second letter arrives with the first, in a more familiar font.
11/25/29
DISREGARD FIRST POST.
REN CAPTURED POSTCARD BRIEFLY. HE HAS BEEN PUNISHED.
UNIT MORE ENERGETIC SINCE ENTERING VALLEY OF THE FOUR WINDS. WELL RESTED AND FED.
VEGETABLES THE SIZE OF HUTS. MOTHS TOO, APPARENTLY.
DREAMS OF GOLDEN VALE COMMON HERE, PER LOCALS. SOMETHING FEELS OFF THOUGH. WORTH INVESTIGATING.
ISLA COULD SNEEZE AND SET THE HOUSE ON FIRE.
— LHD
The lesser quality paper is perfumed and folded into a heart.
Nov. 30th, 29
Tell Ren that he almost started an international incident because I almost disobeyed the pandaren portal ban because I thought you really had been abducted by the Golden Vale moth people and it was your last desperate cry for help, and I was going to rescue you. Your letter arrived with it, which I opened while I was mid-street, so crisis averted.
I need more information about the huts before I can understand the vegetable sizes and the moths. Do pandaren live inside these huts? Or do they like, have tiny huts for display reasons? I have seen diagrams of large moths, but a moth the size of a house? A proper, real house? A house like I am standing in house?
Collective dreaming does not sound normal.
If I teach someone how to use the Light so well that she sneezes holy fire, I'm going to publish and introduce myself not only as a published lepidopterist but also a published scientist of the Light.
Also, I had a dream about you recently. Worth investigating?
Love,
Natalyah
12/1/29
Since she asked, there is a detailed drafted sketch of the dimensions of the pandaren huts in the Valley of the Four Winds, alongside two circles labeled ‘pandaren’ for scale, and a rough sketch of the moths in question as compared to the huts, with a note that Mothallus was allegedly several times larger.
REGRET TELLING REN ANYTHING. TOO PROUD OF HIMSELF.
PANDAREN LIVE IN THE HUTS.
SILKWORM MOTHS SPECIAL BREED ACCORDING TO LOCALS.
SNEEZING HOLY FIRE IS NOT USING THE LIGHT WELL.
RE: YOUR DREAM. DID I DIE?
— LHD
The paper is scented, folded into a heart, and with a lipstick kiss at the bottom.
Dec. 6th, 29
It wasn't that I doubted you, it was that I started to worry that Pandaria might be making you crazy, but I talked to some pandaren here, and if Pandaria is making you crazy, it made them crazy too, because they all corroborated your sketches and the sizes. Pandaria is the most ridiculous place I have ever heard of, and I want to go there so much. I can't believe I'm still banned. I checked. Harvey still can't go through either.
Oh, but he is going to come to Winter Veil Feast, which I'm hosting for your parents this year. It's meant for family, and friends. Don't worry, I'm consulting with an expert in how to have a death knight with a living people mixed event. Aszera does it all the time. I'm cooking a silly goose. Lucy would have loved it.
No, of course you didn't die in my dream. Light, Lathrik, I'd have called that a nightmare. As for my dream, I had a very good time in it, as a matter of fact.
Love,
Natalyah
PS— Also, if you're busy sneezing holy fire, you're probably not using the lightwell.
12/10/29
The Scales have returned early, but unused.
SHA STILL ABOUND. BETTER IF CURSE IS LIFTED BEFORE TRAVELING PANDARIA.
FRAY WOULD BEST HARVEY IN A FIGHT. HOUSE MIGHT NOT SURVIVE.
IS ‘SILLY GOOSE’ REAL GOOSE OR A DUCK DRESSED LIKE ONE? OR CHICKEN? TURKEY?
HAM?
RE: DREAM. I AM BETTER.
RIGHT?
— LHD
The letter is scented, with the same lipstick kiss at the bottom. The Scales of Life have been returned once more smelling strongly of citronella and glowing like a beacon of Holy Light. It takes five days for the intensity to simmer down, and while the trinket's gems don't show any sign of wear or tear precisely, someone with jewelry and Light sense might start to wonder if someday this creation might not be able to contain the Holy Light channeled by Natalyah Kensington-Whit.
Dec. 13th, 29
I realize as a guard your experiences with Winter Veil Feasts are probably mostly you going to houses to break up families deciding this is the perfect time of year to test out Can Cousin Bobby Take Down Reigning Champion Uncle Markus In A Freeform Jousting Tournament In The Living Room, but you do realize I'm not actually going to see who will win in a fist or sword fight between your father and your friend over a holiday meal? Also, in case you were wondering who would win in a battle between Fray and Harvey in our house, the answer is ME, Lathrik. Me. And they will both know it.
I will draw you a picture of the silly goose after it's done on the day. It's the most ridiculous recipe I have ever found and I love it so much that if it was a sentient thing I might ask you to consider if it could be a part of our relationship. (I am joking, Lathrik, obviously. You're not allowed to love a recipe as much as you love me.)
As for dream you, if you're not sure if you're better, you could always come home and prove it. I wonder if I remember the comparison properly…
Love,
Natalyah
PS — Of course I do. You're always better. Don't let the sha of insecurity or sha of dream self or whatever they have over there eat you. There's a no eating Lathrik rule, don't forget.