Lady Sylvanas Windrunner rolls 44 (1-100).

[laments]

[Here, Paradisa. Have that spooky, ghoulish voice filling your journal.

She's musing, for once.]

In spite of the rather restive frivolities this holiday seems to bring about, there is something to be said about the effort one goes to express their admiration for another.

Even the beauty of the darkened halls of the Undercity has seen to be riddled with these colorful hearts and festive charms... Funny it is to have long, dead memories resurfacing, much like my people taking hold of our wretched world yet again.

How amusing it is that a number of my people find it appropriate to allow me charms of their toils, in spite of the emotions that no longer matter.

It is even more so amusing that such a holiday is universal, even here.

[A pause. Someone just got a bouquet from someone...

Her tone lightens, albeit faintly.]

More visibly so.

Comments

dictated hi

[samson]

Did you just say people give you charm bracelets. [it's a legit question, he's sometimes too dumb to understand her wording ok]

hello i suck

[laments]

My people have made it into something of a tradition, yes.

weh ilu

[samson]

But ... it's you.

[laments]

[Here's the annoyed tone. here it comes!]

Yes, and?

[samson]

[COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED]

I just mean, uh ... you don't seem like the ... type?

[laments]

[GOSH!]

To have loyal subjects and subservience?

[samson]

To accessorize.

[laments]

I'm not quite sure what it is you're trying to say.

[Are you insulting her? DO YOU WANT TO DIE.]

[samson]

[He's saying you're a successful independent lady who doesn't bother with sparkly jewellery, jeez! Jeez!!!]

I'm saying I can't picture you wearing charm bracelets.

[laments]

[This is true. But even a woman who exemplifies all those things likes a little sentimental glam here or there.]

I dare to guess that you are attempting to insult me in a backhanded manner.

[samson]

[IMPOSSIBLE...]

No way. It's a compliment.

[laments]

[WELL THEN.]

Your brutish human charms are clearly lost on me, Brock.

[samson]

I guess that's why things would never work out between us, Syl.

[laments]

Truly, a tragedy.

[echivoc]

[ Are Sylvanas's calla lilies the colour of purple heart, or hot chocolate, OR BOTH???? INQUIRING MINDS WISH TO KNOW~

And look, the bouquet sender is replying. ]

Even if one does not have anyone to celebrate this holiday with, one can enjoy the specialties that come with it.

hello i suck

[laments]

[Sylvanas gazes idly at her purple heart lilies as she rolls her eyes to the journal, if only for a moment.]

Of course a person would wish to do such a thing. None would like to be excluded, after all.

no you don't

[echivoc]

[ You love those lilies and they have only been in the room for a few seconds. B) ]

Certainly. I am you will enjoy the day, Sylvanas.

Hopefully whoever you were stuck with did not suffer your wrath over the weekend.

it's true

[laments]

[It's true. BUT SHE WILL NEVER ADMIT IT!]

No. I can recall no wrath whatsoever. We saw fit to think ahead and venture out for the days to come.

johnnoping.gif

[echivoc]

[ STUBBORN WOMAN. He wouldn't have it any other way. :) ]

Lucky you~ Anything new you have committed to memory?

[laments]

[GOOD. Also she kind of likes your... ways. A little. Maybe.]

As far as what is concerned, Cross?

[echivoc]

[ Just don't tell him that lest his ego becomes larger. ]

Nothing in particular, Sylvanas.

[laments]

[Oh, of course!]

Tell me, do you particularly enjoy talking about nothing?

[echivoc]

I do, Sylvanas. I enjoy talking about nothing, or not talking at all~

[sworn]

[Dictated in a rather light tone that sounds almost excited about something.]

Speaking of the holiday, I've acquired another small reminder of home.

hello i suck

[laments]

[Oh, hello! Babby...]

Oh?

no i love you 5ever

[sworn]

I'm afraid I couldn't resist requesting a box of Azerothian chocolates, including the coveted Buttermilk Delight.

[It's the little things that get her through the day...]

hyacinth macaw

[laments]

[Hey, that's the most delicious of all Azerothian chocolates! To have it is an achievement in and of itself!]

You--

You've received no such thing.

you are the hyacinth macaw of friends

[sworn]

[Now she sounds a bit smug. She won't hog all the chocolate to herself, of course!]

Do you doubt me, sister? I could show you myself, if you'd like proof.

you're [VALERIE, BLESSED BLADE OF MY HEART]

[laments]

[Yes, she would. She has like, children. Sylvanas is sure she gives into indulges because of them.]

Very well.

8)

[sworn]

I will arrive shortly.

[And when she does gently knock on her sister's door, she holds the small, heart shaped box of chocolates behind her back with a light smile on her face.]

B)

[laments]

[To which Sylvanas answers the door, revealing her rather barren room.

She stares at her sister, frowning in the slightest.]

Perhaps I shall ask for a seat of some sort.

[sworn]

[She says nothing of the barren room. Seeing it is always a little odd to her, and somehow she expects to see the furnished quarters she kept in Quel'Thalas. However, she keeps a small smile upon her lips in return.]

Perhaps. We wouldn't want our knees to give out when we sample the chocolates.

[She's aware of how silly it sounds as she pulls the box from behind her back. It's the same, familiar wrapping from home, and the subtle aroma of chocolate can be found.]

[laments]

[And so Sylvanas wishes for that couch! Though she'll let Vereesa sit first, of course.]

I doubt such a thing will happen to me.

[sworn]

[Vereesa gratefully takes a seat, setting the box upon her lap and carefully removing the lid.

There are plenty of the small, familiar treats, each one as tempting as the next. She resists the urge to choose her favorite first. Instead, she holds the box out toward her sister.]

Take whichever you would like.