#Day13DWC

[frostahesmegabite]

Work to be done

@daily-writing-challenge - Day 13 - The Maw/Pride Megahes stops in the Orgrimmar Portal room, looking at the assortment of portals and individuals coming and going to and from various lands but a large variety moving into Oribos. The Shadowlands. Death and the afterlife. A realm that Megahes once wasn’t sure if it actually existed considering the sheer magnitude of Ghosts and Spirits that still wander around Azeroth’s surface. This was irrefutable proof that there was indeed more and he didn’t like it. Not only did he not like it, he didn’t like the fact that so many people were being crazier than shit on a shingle and were running headlong to meet not only death, but The Maw, a proverbial Hell that was not meant to be escaped. A horrid place meant to torture the damned who had done no good in life but to only cause death and destruction in everything they did. People who were beyond being redeemed. “Bunch’a crazy fucks…” It was all the Goblin can manage to bother saying, head shaking as he makes for the portal to Two Moons. He had a meeting with some locals who needed some Ghost Iron mined up that was impeding their abilities to build. Megahes pulls out his chain watch, checking the time and with some quick work, realizes if he didn’t move, he’d be late. After all, punctuality was always a matter of Pride for the Gob.

[trisandrah]

Daily Writing Challenge

Day 13 Time

Tris looked around the empty flat. She had rented the apartment sight unseen, having no choice if she wanted a place to live when she got out. Ande had secured the apartment for her. It didn’t look like much, with its lack of furniture and bare walls. A few groceries had been left on the counter.  The fabric and sewing supplies were also on the counter. Those had been on Tris’ list of essentials.

“Don’tcha want some furniture? Like at least a bed?”

Tris hadn’t realized at that time everything that was purchased and done was using her father’s money.  Had she realized this, she likely would have spent more not understanding that money was limited. “Oh...sure. I suppose.”

Ande had stayed while the bed was delivered and helped Tris put away the few groceries. “Well, I reckon I’ll leave ya to it.”

Tris nodded and walked her to the door.  “Thanks for everything.”

“Right. I hope to not hear from ya again. Understood.”

Tris nodded. “Aye. Understood.”

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