#she would not be impressed by his magic tricks at best shed be intrigued by the science behind it but she would not think hes special

[arolesbianism]

You see Jackie is great because she has a similar appeal to me as Maxwell but she's a lesbian and also not british so she's automatically a billion times better and more interesting

[undreaming-fanfiction]

A night to remember: The Magician and the Dancer

Fandom: Cats the musical Rating: T Pairing: multiple in future chapters, Tuggoffelees, Victoria/Plato, Demeter/Munkustrap etc. Category: magical circus AU, slow burn Chapter number: 3 Chapter summary: On the siblings mastering their gifts, their journey as performers and the seven kittens that Quaxo produced right out of a hat.

The previous chapter: The Gifts

The first weeks were spent practicing. Quaxo would test the limitations of his gift, swapping things in various locations and even managing to conjure up a thing or two, such as sparkles, glitter or tiny floating lights. Surprisingly, these were very easy for Quaxo to produce and even gave him a sense of calm. It seemed that those tiny alterations of reality he could do even included partial changes of how people perceived them; the shabby black suit he bought in a thrift store had looked anything but fitting for a magician, but Quaxo's decision that it should was apparently enough - the black was suddenly darker, the washed-out spots became glittery and flashy. And as for him...well, no one would come and watch a short fifteen year old scrawny boy perform magic. And once again, a minor alteration of reality was enough - Quaxo's unruly black hair and dark eyes, both of which often gave him a closed-off and aloof appearance, were now perceived as mysterious, intriguing. As he was getting more confident in his powers, he started to realize he wasn't keen on not using them, for whatever reason. If this was to be their only shot for a better life, he would go all out. He never offered to alter anything about Victoria though and she too never asked - to him, her dancing was perfection on its own and he would never want her to feel inadequate, that she is not enough.

Quaxo and Victoria learned very quickly that success had very little to do with actual superiority of skill. Luck, on the other hand, was what decided if they would eat the following evening or not. On those days when fortune decided to look in a different direction, Quaxo's gift would come in handy; a would-be coincidental turn of head to catch a glimpse of Quaxo's latest trick, a lucky stuble of a clumsy child who would become helplessly enchanted once Victoria helped him back on his feet, all those were only a matter of single thought for Quaxo. Slowly, they started rebuilding their lives. The goal was to get off the street and have a roof and a bed of their own, he decided.

The beginnings were difficult, but the siblings persisted. They would always find a spot during a busy time in the city, set the stage and begin their performance. They soon figured out that the best way to make people notice them was to focus on children - they were enthusiastic and ready to find a spark of magic in all mundane things. From there, it was easy to work their charm on the parents as well. When they gathered enough attention, Quaxo would clear his throat and greet the audience.

The boy honestly hated talking in front of people, even more so in a loud voice, but as there was no other option, he had to learn - learn how to capture the onlookers, how to sell his strange new power to them. Victoria kept commenting on his performance, make it more grand, more dramatic, more exciting!, and even though he felt like a fool at first, he had to admit that as time passed, he felt more and more at ease with his exaggerated gestures and magical exclamations. It was like acting out a beloved role, being someone he always felt he should become. After the greeting, he blew colourful sparks at the watching children, then made them disappear with a snap of his fingers. Then he made one of the parents take off his hat and produced a long, rainbow-coloured scarf from it, which he promptly handed over to Victoria for her dancing performance.

The children's eyes lit up as his sister gracefully moved with the music, and Quaxo felt something swelling in him, a strange sense of belonging. He added a trick here and there, changing the pattern of her dress, conjuring a shadow which was moving independently from her...small, but impressive things. Sometimes he didn't really plan them, they just happened on their own, leaving him as surprised as the onlooking children - he would lean against a wall and accidentally left a sparkly outline on it. When he sneezed, glitter would appear and cover the nearest member of the audience. He even created a local shower (a very local one. A man who catcalled Victoria during her performance found himself under a small cloud of rain which followed him wherever he went. Quaxo had no idea how to make it disappear and frankly, he didn't care to either). He wondered how many sides of his gift he had yet to discover.

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Over several years, slowly but surely, their reputation grew. There was a small crowd waiting for them every day when they came to perform, some adults even approached the pair to request their presence at children's parties. Those were the moments Quaxo felt the happiest - sharing his unique power with others, their eyes full of wonder that mirrored his own, as he still could not believe that it was him doing these things, him putting smiles on their faces. Their quality of life was also improving, they finally managed to save enough money to rent a small apartment and the first night spent in a proper bed they could call their own sent Victoria shedding happy tears and even Quaxo, who often made playful jabs at her for being too emotional, found himself suppressing a sniffle.

After their performance became a regular and welcome occurrence on the street, something incredible happened. A man approached the pair when they were packing up their equipment and made them an offer - they could become performers at his club, giving them a steady income. Quaxo and Victoria did not think twice - how could they pass on an opportunity like that?

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The club became their main source of income from then on, though they still performed on the street and at children's parties. The atmosphere there was usually nice and the owner didn't ask too many unnecessary questions, such as why Victoria would sometimes forget herself and "speak" without moving her lips. There were also some interesting regulars who would come and watch them perform; a number of parents with children that followed them from the street to support them, a couple of skeptics who wanted nothing more than to prove they knew how Quaxo's tricks worked (and obviously failed every time, which fortunately peersuaded them to visit again and again). There were also several love-struck young men who stared at Victoria as if she had been one of the seven wonders of the world. The most interesting ones were two men that never sat together, but always attended the same performance. One of them was in his late twenties or early thirties and, as Quaxo noted with amusement, looked like a rebel. He had a wild mane of light brown hair and always wore a leather jacket with a furry collar. He seemed laid-back and easily bored, but his eyes were sharp and never left the siblings. The other one was even stranger; he was very tall, thin and whenever their eyes met, Quaxo could never hold the gaze for long. It was intense, like staring at the sun. He too watched the performances with an unnerving focus.

Other than these strange audience members, the siblings were rather happy about their situation and their days fell into a pleasant routine. One day, they found a litter of kittens in the club's backyard, tiny and helpless creatures, apparently abandoned by their mother. They asked around, tried to get someone to adopt them, to no avail. Finally, Victoria refused to leave them in the cold and gathered them in her coat, taking them to the dressing room.

I want to help them, she gestured towards them, but...

"Yeah...but." Quaxo sighed heavily. They both knew that even though they made enough money to be comfortable, they could not afford to submit the kittens to their uncertain lifestyle. No one knew how long their employment would last. "I asked everyone. The boss is allergic. Everyone either can't have them in their flat because of landlord rules, can't afford to have one or doesn't have a permanent address."

Victoria tapped her fingers impatiently, then nudged Quaxo's arm. Maybe someone in the audience? Those people are usually well off, living in their own houses. We know some of them from the children's parties. If you're clever about it...

Her brother groaned and closed his eyes. "Clever about it? No pressure there, Victoria...the only fortunate thing is, I have two more hours to think it through."

She smiled and ruffled his hair. I know you won't let them down.

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Despite his complaining and grumbling, Quaxo was clever. By six thirty, when their performance was about to begin, he had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to achieve. Defining a goal was crucial, and once he set his mind on something, he was able to follow through. This evening, his goal was to get all seven kittens new owners and good homes. And to prove that Victoria was right in placing her trust in him, of course.

As always, there was a number of children in the audience. He chose a tiny girl in the first row who seemed lonely, standing apart from the group of chatting kids and shyly glancing in their direction. This one could work, he thought, now only to persuade the parents. He let the kittens rest in the dressing room he shared with Victoria, but not before bestowing some of his magic on them.

He bowed and waited for the noise to quiet down, noting with slight annoyance that the two strange men were present yet again. The rebellious-looking one seemed to be surrounded by people he was either graciously ignoring or, if they invaded his personal space, shooing away impatiently. The tall and thin one was alone in a corner, alone. "Ladies and gentlemen!" he began his speech, "thank you for joining us this lovely evening. Alas, I find myself needing your help tonight. As you know," he made his voice go quieter and leaned down towards the entranced children, "I use magic to entertain you. And magic, ladies and gentlemen, can be unpredictable! It can even be dangerous!" Waiting for the gasps of horror to quiet down, he continued. "But do not fear! You can help me to get my magic under control again! I can transfer the overflowing magic to you, saving us all from harm and perhaps even leaving something magical in your possession!"

"How can we help?!" called a young boy, hopping up and down to be noticed. "Let us help you, mister magician!" The other children joined in, drowning Quaxo's voice in their enthusiastic chattering.

The magician silenced them with a kind, but strict gesture. "I am glad you asked, young man! I will need an assistant, but not everyone will do, no. I need someone caring and responsible, someone who will accept any form the magic takes!" He scanned the audience, pretended to carefully judge each child before pointing to the shy girl. "You, young lady. Would you like to join me on stage?" When he saw her hesitation, he smiled at her and held out his hand. "There is nothing to be afraid of. My magic has never hurt anyone."

As soon as the girl was on stage, Quaxo quietly took a very deep breath. This was the decisive moment. "Now, young lady. Are your parents here with you?" When she nodded, he smiled at her. "Good. Because no matter what form my magic takes today, you can take it home with you. This is not the first time I have had to transfer its piece to someone else, you see. The last time, it took a shape of a cactus!" he lied through his teeth and waited for the children to stop giggling. "Before then, it was a swarm of butterflies. Once it was a parakeet! Magic is energy and therefore it can only manifest as a living creature or a plant, do you understand?"

The girl nodded and Quaxo felt a tinge of pride because her shy expression finally gave way to excitement. She seemed almost hopeful. "Yes, mister magician!"

"Splendid! Now, if by any chance your parents do not approve of you keeping a piece of my magic, that is absolutely fine. I will just have to hold on to it for a little longer, for the magical creature or plant needs to be safe and happy, otherwise it could have unwelcome consequences! But these pieces of magic make wonderful companions. For instance, the parakeet still lives with another young lady who helped me during a performance and it always makes her days brighter. Now, could I ask your parents for the permission to proceed?"

The little girl turned towards the audience and joined her hands in a pleading gesture. "Please, daddy? Can we?"

A man near the doorway chuckled, seeming a little nervous. "As long as it isn't an elephant or something like that." Not really the most enthusiastic answer, but Quaxo would take it.

The magician bowed and turned his attention back to the girl. "Thank you, kind sir. Now, young lady. Please stand on the opposite side of the stage. My dear sister," he gestured to Victoria who emerged from the backstage, "is carrying two top hats. I will keep one and you will hold the other one, yes?" He waited for her confirmation before he continued. "Hold it in both hands, like this. I will pour my magic into this hat now, slowly..." He held the in one hand, the other one moving over it and producing sparkling, colourful glitter that shined brightly in the stage lights. "Close your eyes, please. And when I say the magic word, reach into the hat to receive a piece of my magic. Ready?" The audience went completely quiet as Quaxo circled his hand in a magical gesture around the rim. "Presto!" he called out.

The young girl squeaked in surprise. "It's heavier!" Reaching into the hat, she gasped in surprise and (as Quaxo noted with a sigh of relief), open affection - in her arms, there was a tiny cat kitten with glitter sparks all over its fur. It was black all over except for its paws - those were white, almost as if it was wearing socks. Its round eyes were innocent and charming, irresistible for children and adults alike. She stared at the kitten in awe before nuzzling it with affection and jumping off the stage, running to her father. "Daddy! Daddy, look! Look at the magical kitten!" When the father caved in and allowed his daughter to keep the tiny creature, Quaxo knew he had just won.

From then on, things were easy. He only had to announce that he still had overflowing magic he needed to transfer and almost all children in the audience immediately started shouting over each other, wanting to be the one to get a magical companion. Quaxo always chose the more lonely or shier ones and repeated the process with them, making sure the parents were okay with their children participating and adopting a pet. The kittens didn't need much of his magic to be enchanting - they were tiny, cute and innocent, all that Quaxo had to do was calm them down and make sure their coat would be shiny and glittery when they were pulled out of the hat. Perhaps the magic would fade as they would grow older, but by then, the children will love them for who they are, not who they appear to be.

He had the children stand in different parts of the club, the ovations getting louder and louder as the distance increased. Once, the child even held the hat together with his father, but Quaxo wasn't worried - as long as he knew where to swap the kitten, he was confident (he had been swapping them with the glitter poured into the hat, he assumed Victoria's coat would be impossible to wash by now, the sparkles absolutely everywhere). Finally, he pulled out the seventh kitten and announced that his magic is all under control now, thanked everyone and proceeded to conclude the show with a few tricks, the audience's all-time favourites.

After the show ended, Quaxo made his way back to the dressing room and collapsed on the nearest chair. Victoria was right behind him, practically glowing. That was amazing, brother! I knew you could do it, you were spectacular! And all those kittens have homes now, did you see the way those children looked at them? They will definitely be loved. Then, noticing he was paler than usual, she frowned. Are you alright?

Quaxo was about to answer that yes, of course, but then he stopped himself. "I...feel a bit drained," he admitted. "I have never done so many swapping tricks in a row, not to mention with living things. But...I'm glad it worked out," he smiled at her and relaxed.

Me too, she beamed at him. Oh, by the way! I almost forgot. A man from the audience, you know, the tall and scary one? He gave me this. She handed him a handwritten note. It said:

Mr. Magician and Ms. Dancer,

I have thoroughly enjoyed your performance today. You may have noticed I have been observing your talents for a while. After today, I am absolutely convinced that your unique talents are exactly what I am looking for. I would very much like to meet you after your performance tomorrow, if you allow me to. I am certain you will find the offer I am about to make interesting and mutually beneficial.

With sincere regards,

Macavity

"Strange," commented Quaxo and re-read the note again and again, as if it would start making more sense. "What do you think he is offering?"

Victoria shrugged. Who knows? We'll see tomorrow!

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In front of the club, the other visitor frowned. He saw Macavity hand the dancer a paper, which meant his time was running out. He had to act quickly. Turning his back on the club, he took long, fast strides towards the edge of the town. Munkustrap and Old Deutoronomy definitely had to be informed of the recent events.

The next chapter: One of us

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10 Books to Read if You Want to Date Pete

I have had a few conversations lately surrounding dating, books, and intelligence as an intimidating roadblock. Before I get started on this fun little feature, let’s shed some clarity first. One, I am fine with my status as a single lady. It isn’t a burden, nor is this post a cry for help (matchmakers *wink*). Secondly, I do not believe our passions should so cloister us from any type of relationship that we can’t socialize with someone if they don’t have or share our passions or have any future chance of sharing them. I have friends and family I have meaningful conversations with and take joy in our relationship…and they are not readers. It can be done!

While I’m naming this feature “books to read to date me”, to me this list serves more as a window into who I am and how books have (and do) impact me as a person. Perhaps none of these appeal to you, but maybe you want to know or connect more with me? These titles, while huge favorites, each carry a story of their own and a story that can spark meaningful relationships. By no means do I expect someone to change who they are and suddenly read books that are not their cup of tea or try reading at all. I have learned, the hard way, you should never read a book to impress someone. Chances are they won’t be paying attention anyways (hello bookstore boy I read ‘On the Road’ for and wanted nothing to do with the Beat Generation, save beating my brains out, after I finished).

In no particular order…

Wives and Daughters by Elizabeth Gaskell – When I was a teenager in the homeschool world, it was a difficult world to gain footing in. It felt a little like the people obsessed with being Purebloods in Harry Potter. I had not been homeschooled my whole life and had left public education; we were in between. Classics were not my forte. They intimidated me, bored me, and even made me feel stupid. Then at a gathering with more down to earth homeschoolers, a girl a few years older than me mentioned reading Elizabeth Gaskell and how much she liked her writing (better than Austen). I think it was the way she talked about books that made it seem possible for me to try reading this classic author, even if she was a contemporary of Dickens. The next trip to Barnes and Noble I was shocked to discover the monstrous size of this book. Queue intimidation all over again. However, I managed to muster my determination and read the book. It was a magical moment to read a classic and not feel bored or overwhelmed by lack of understanding for language and time.

 Reasons to Stay Alive by Matt Haig – A few years ago TWLOHA’s Suicide Prevention Week Theme was based around this book. I was familiar with Matt’s work, but had never read any of it. It was the first time I have ever read a book and felt understood surrounding my own mental health. This is a book I want more of my friends and family to read. I wish more people with loved ones coping with mental health would read this. In my opinion it is a source of hope to see, on the page, so clearly the things I live with and I believe more people need to understand in order to be sources of hope, understanding, and strength for each other. Matt’s honesty, while heavy at times, is very refreshing and clarity amid the chaos that can be my thought process.

 Saga by Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples – My siblings have been graphic novel readers for many years. In all those years I know they tried on numerous occasions to convince me to read them too. In my fear of not reading a “real book” and reading something “childish” I deprived myself of many years’ worth of fun and engaging reading in the world of comics. Saga was the first graphic novel I read, and it ignited my imagination and joy for the medium. I love fantasy and sci-fi. I love art. I love reading. I love Saga. Saga is all of those plus it’s cheeky and filled with humor. I haven’t finished the series yet because I read them slowly… I don’t want the series to be over too soon! Don’t let outside influences fool you…reading comics is reading.

 I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith – I was tricked into reading this! When I was a teenager I didn’t read very widely or diversely. I read fantasy and more fantasy. Then the occasional school assigned book that landed me more in the historical fiction genre as a secondary comfort zone. One summertime visit to my Gran’s in Ohio and a stop at our favorite local shop there, had me picking up this book. The green and yellow wallpaper design drew me in, but even more so was the shout out on the cover from J.K. Rowling. (By the way, I rarely read what books are about because I think summaries are written in such a spoiling fashion. I count on good covers, I know terrible, and Freddy to help me find out if I’ll like something.) Well a J.K. Rowling quote on the cover and the word ‘Castle’ in the title definitely sets this story up to be a fantastical one! Not so much, but nonetheless I persisted and fell in love. Dodie Smith writes a strong voice for a coming of age story. I love her word usage and the book is filled with quotable wisdoms. The quirkiness of Cassandra’s family is something to warm your heart to and find kindred spirits on many levels. I once had a friend compare me to Cassandra after I gifted him with the book and I thought I would squeal of said honor.

 C.S. Lewis Biography – This biography stands out for me for a number of reasons. I don’t typical like or read Christian Fiction of Non-Fiction. When I was a Sophomore my Mum’s curriculum for literature was a biography and a book by the author. This specific biography really impacted the way I perceived my own faith at the time. Reading about Lewis’ turning points and his fascination with heaven were very grounding for my teenage years. The fear of the unknown has always been a trigger for me, but to read how at peace he was with heaven will be something I never forget. Also as someone raised in a faith based home, I believe it is important to read testimonies/backgrounds that are not similar (and ‘perfect’ at first sight) to your own. Diversity of all types is imperative for growth.

 The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova – This is another book that made me feel like I was a grown-up and had arrived because I picked it up when I was younger, and it wasn’t my normal reading. My friend had brought it back from a trip and I was instantly intrigued by the cover. This book is dense. I know that turns some people off, so much so the audiobook is abridged to cut out ‘unnecessary’ elements (which personally annoys the hell out of me). As you can see from my own writing, I love detail. I enjoy immersive stories and elements that you know were researched to the gills all for the delight of a story, a fictional one at that. I cannot say too much without spoiling this story, but I can say it is a more mature ‘National Treasure’ paired with folklore/history of ‘Dracula’.

 A Long Fatal Love Chase by Louisa May Alcott – It may surprise many who know me to see this Alcott book on my list instead of ‘Little Women’. Alcott is my favorite author. Almost 60% of one my bookcases in dedicated to books by and about her. While I love ‘Little Women’ and all the memories it holds for me, I know ultimately it was not what Alcott wanted to write. Years ago the copy of ‘A Long Fatal Love Chase’ that Freddy and I came across looked more like a mix between a thriller and sizzling mass market romance. Freddy read it first and we still to this day talk about how we didn’t believe it could possibly be by Alcott.  While the story itself isn’t earth shattering, for me it is the idea behind it. The idea that Louisa still found a way to write what she wanted to write. This book still found a way to survive in the shadow of ‘Little Women’ all these years later. It is a story I enjoyed and Louisa’s influence continues to be in my life. That I may write, write what I NEED to write, and for it to endure in one form or another.

 Stay with Me by Ayọ̀bámi Adébáyọ̀ -

"I was armed with millions of smiles. Apologetic smiles, pity-me smiles, I-look-unto-God smiles---name all the fake smiles needed to get through an afternoon with a group of people who claim to want the best for you while poking at your open sore with a stick---and I had them ready."

From it’s ‘simple’ orange cover to quotes like the above, this story’s subtlety and ability to shock grasped at my heart and held on. The story could have go on and on and I would not have shied away from reading it. While heavy with thought (and subject matter) and intention, Ayọ̀bámi writes so masterfully. I’m writing this right now and thinking I need to read it again. I am so struck by her writing. I also am indebted to her because after finishing I wanted more and it sent me on a path to find more Nigerian writers, whom I love too.

 Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh – When my grandmother was dying, we read this book out loud together. We would discuss and talk about her life after each chapter. We would talk about the shape of the shell we were living in right at that moment. I did not love everything about this book because many instances Anne spoke from a level of privilege I have never experienced and that can leave a taste not so pleasant. However, for the memories it has for me and its ability to have so much to ponder, I find this book a very valuable one. The way she writes about nature feels like my childhood and how my Mum taught us to look at the world around us.

 Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke – I probably talk about this book too much. For such a little book it certainly houses much wisdom. I recently read the letters on my Instagram and was struck anew by things I hadn’t been the first time. I know because this is the first book I have ever allowed myself to write in (aside from my Bible). There were parts that brought me to tears anew that I hadn’t underlined previously. I imagine Rilke calmly sitting in a corner as he observes the world and embraces his failures and struggles as growth. This book of letters holds something different for each reader and therein lies its value.

[mildredsaunder]

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How To Get Your Ex Back Fast

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Ex Back Modern Man

[the-short-stouts-tavern]

Woven Destiny

“Be careful, sir! Our luggage isn’t secure!”

“Ahah, t’weren’t complaining about the speed when we was departing Westfall, friend!”

Along the long-traveled roads of Elwynn Forest, a lone carriage came visible in the distance. It was the evening, and a fog had settled in. This was a blessing for its rider, as the form of a worgen isn’t exactly wholesome to a lot of people. Even years since rejoining the Alliance, the normal humans tend to see a worgen as a monster.

The tense atmosphere tended to lighten up once the worgen decides to put their top hat on, but not everyone enjoys a good hat trick.

The worgen in question wore a humble brown shirt, a sword and shield placed closely to his side. In his mouth laid a stone pipe, of Dwarven design, the smoke blowing immediately to the side as he snapped the reins of the horse, causing it to begin a quick gallop.

In the back of the carriage, a worgen woman and a draenei male struggled to hold a few large boxes steady. The woman, tall and gray, had clothes fitted to her form as opposed to frayed ends due to repeated transformation. The draenei, on the other hand, was adorned in a fine robe made from the silk of spiders native to another planet entirely.

“Sir!” The draenei cried out. “The boxes, they do not have secure mast! They will topple!”

“Well, it weren’t a good idea to not tie it down, now was it?” The worgen male shouted from the front.

The female sighed. “Don’t be too off-kilter at milord’s gumption, b-” The worgen bounced up in the air from a rock in the road being run over by the wheels, then steadied herself. “...but we are behind and am needing in Stormwind in due haste.”

“I do understand, bu-”

“Ahaah, here we are! Whoaaaaa girl!”

With a gentle nudge, the horses began to slow to a small gallop as they finally found themselves in front of the massive gates of Stormwind. Heavily fortified since the rebuilding after the Horde’s first attack, the kingdom has seldom had to close those gates for anything. It was a welcoming city of grandeur, no doubt a pristine city were it seen in the daytime.

“And there we are.” The worgen grinned, his fangs snugly nursing the pipe in his mouth. “Did you need help with your luggage?”

“Ah, no thank you.” The draenei bowed as he grabbed a small satchel of clothing from the back. “I am grateful for your assistance in getting me to this place. I have been told by many in Shadowmoon of the glory of the Alliance capital.”

“Ahhhh, which Shadowmoon do you hail?”

“....excuse me?”

“Ah, you know.” The worgen shrugged. “Is it blue or green?”

“...green. There’s a blue one now?”

“Ah, probably somethin’ to find later. It’s...a whole thing and all. Now out with you, we need to be on our way. Gonna be a long couple of days before ol’ Ironforge.”

“Still say we shouldn’t bother by carriage. The damn place will be nigh painful on foot the way we’re goin.” The female sighed.

The male worgen laughed. “Only cause you refuse to shift to human form and yet hate sailing the seas.”

“...the salt air makes my fur smell.” The woman grumbled.

“Besides, it’s just a chipper old gallop through Redridge, through Blackrock Mountain’s interior fortress and a quick ride through the roads to Stonewrought Pass. Pay Pebblebitty her due as we pass by and a few tunnel rides until chilly Dun Morogh.”

“And all of this would be prevented if the Stormwind guard would just let caravans onto the Deeprun Tram.” The woman replied, sniffing the air once and scratching the side of her cheek.

The draenei, meanwhile, nodded his head. He had no idea what these two dog people just described but it sounded complicated. Regardless, they were kind enough to let him on, and he certainly needed the ride to Stormwind.

He waved the two off as they began to prepare their departure. “Thank you kindly, you two. It was an honor.”

“Ah, t’weren’t nothing and you know it.” The male laughed, placing more crushed herbs into his pipe. “It was nice to have company on our long trek out north. The benefit of trading from the jungles of Stranglethorn is, Ironforge is extremely far. Gold practically falls to the ground at our feet. You were just a happy bystander, lad.”

“I hope your tailoring dream comes true, Sir Mamail.”

“I hope so, as well.” The draenei bowed his head and smiled. “Good luck with your trading empire.”

The worgen both waved their hands as they began to leave.

Mamail waved back and slowly turned around. “Ah, Stormwind. It took a couple of years but I’m glad I finally came.”

The harsh, demonic winds of Outland is really no place for a tailor. He’s had enough of the scraps of Netherweave found from the corpses of the clothed ones. Azeroth, as he’d been told, has a high, HIGH amount of cloth.

From what Mamail saw, most of it was Runecloth.

He’s heard from what little he could gleam from passerbys that there was also talk of a new source of highly magical cloth from some place called “The Broken Isles”. What an intriguing name!

He was going to apply for a tailoring position at the local clothing shop as soon as he is able.

But first, he needed a nap. Beside a tree outside of the gates, he put out a pillow, made from various furs and cloth found as he went along, and a blanket made from a hound in Duskwood, and nestled in.

Soon he will learn to craft with the best of the best, and weave a destiny unlike any other.

He yawned and closed his glowing eyes shut.

---

Walking through the gates of Stormwind felt much like the first day he joined the Sha’tar. He wasn’t really one for combat, but Mamail felt he needed to put at least a little bit of his life towards improving the damned lands of Outland and protecting the Naaru city of Shattrath. So he put his efforts towards his passion: weaving. Taking care of the priests of Shattrath was a long business, as the dilapidated city had grown more grimy as of late. Still, it was a joy to help.

Every little bit of knowledge he gained from that time was invaluable, but no moreso than the days before he left Outland. He was preparing for a trip back to his station in Shadowmoon when, walking through the center of Shattrath, he heard the chimes of the naaru A’dal usher him over.

The Sha’tar were trained not to disturb the naaru unless they wished to talk to you. It was usually the concentration of the lightpure beings that most of Outland had not been completely decimated yet.

Mamail knelt down before the naaru as A’dal’s gentle chiming voice rang to him. It spoke of a dream it had, and his destiny in it.

“In Azeroth, blue jewel, would thy destiny be woven. The needle shall prick, the darkness would feather. In the thread thy leave behind, will void become exposed. To the radiance of the Light, of dual fires and nature.”

And so he left immediately, to the lands the outworlders hailed from. To Azeroth, the planet Prophet Velen and the Exodar did flee to.

And there he walked, his hooved feet clopping down the paved road. After living in Outland for so long, the world of Azeroth felt...serene. Calming.

Nostalgic.

In front of the tailoring shop, Duncan’s Textiles. The owner, a human named Duncan Cullen, was quick to hire him. Not often do people come in who still bother with expertise in netherweave, and a craft like tailoring takes all kinds to make a good profit margin.

In the store were a few different apprentices working their craft, training under Georgio Bolero, a human male with a bit of a sarcastic streak about him. Didn’t seem keen on helping the Outlander with his preparations.

Training under him were a Pandaren Monk named Rufoleeane, a Gnome Priest named Boskurz, another Worgen named James McCloud (when he asked, the worgen spoke very fast, like some sort of speech impediment), and a Night Elf Mage named Ashe.

They all seemed a happy bunch, glad to take in a new perspective on their quest to improve their craft. Boskurz didn’t seem too impressed with him, but not a lot of friendships blossom immediately. As his cousin once said, it’s all about how much effort you put in something before the kindling is effective.

A Fire Mage’s motto, it seemed.

---

The training felt fairly standard for the week. Today involved a lot of running to what the humans call their “auction house”. It was fascinating to see the crowd of various people running to their bank and back, rushing through their crafting business, collecting whatever sort of ooze was in the bank, and running back to the auction house to try and get money made.

Today, I was assisting Rufolleeane with her crafting. She had trouble understanding the intricacies of the craft, but the matter of Emberweave required a gentler method from the previous cloths. She’s a very quick learner, and has a fine eye for the better ways to put a little extra to the things she creates.

The day was long, but rewarding.

---

On the third day, Mamail was resting in his new quarters in the Mage Quarter. A bed, a few tables, and a few fruits from the Trade District was all he had. It wasn’t a bad life, to be honest.

Moving to another world is a daunting task, but so far, he felt as though he wasn’t having much of a problem here. It helps that there’s nothing that truly differentiates him from the other Draenei that walk about. He did wonder why there were so many females out there that shed aside the Prophet’s deep belief of modesty, but he did not mind.

He was secure in his faith, both in the naaru and the Light. Surely they were, as well.

---

Another day down and James, or ‘Jmsmclou’ as it sounds like (I just call him J Mac) was having issues understanding the way Mageweave can be woven into bracers.

It’s not that hard, J Mac. You’ve been here for how long and you can’t understand the basics. Mageweave is not that painful.

See, when Ashe was still learning Silk, that was understandable. Silk’s hard to understand. But Mageweave is literally just cloth with magic inside of it.

Insane. We have books for a reason.

---

Fifth day in and Mamail was given a note on the way out. Apparently Ashe was inviting him to drink with the others at the Blue Recluse.

He had never really gone to a tavern to drink before. He stayed at the inns on the way to Stormwind, sure, but he never once stepped foot into the World’s End in Shattrath. He was no stranger to the sweet essence of a good spirit, but he did not take to being a social drinker.

He wasn’t even very social, either.

Still, he was in a new world. A new life. It’s not too farfetched to try and take initiative while waiting for whatever this destiny entailed.

---

Ashe was having issues focusing today. She seemed a little listless, eyes drawn somewhere else as she focused on Windwool studies.

I wish she’d understand that Windwool was just one more step in and she’d be getting into the Draenor stuff. If it’s anything like the Netherweave was, I was looking forward to seeing it pure.

---

The Blue Recluse was very popular tonight. Being so close to the Mage Tower meant a good majority of the studious mages spent their days there. From what Mamail was told, he needed to stay away from the other popular tavern in the district: The Slaughtered Lamb. Apparently that was where the unsavory types went.

Ashe came first. She was dressed in a very finely woven dress. It seemed that Mamail was correct in taking initiative by putting on his best tunic.

“Did you sew that yourself?”

Ashe laughed, her blue cheeks changing to a hue of ambrosia. “No, no, this was sewn by Rufoleeane.”

“Ah, yes. I see her wave in the hemline now.” Mamail pointed down, noting a light wave in the way the dress laid above her feet. “The design seems very...her.”

Before Ashe could answer, a huffed laugh came from the doorway. “Hah. Not a week in and you’re speaking of presumptions.”

Mamail smiled as he turned around. “Apologies, Leeane. It is not so, yes?”

Rufoleeane smiled warmly, her hand resting on her hip. “Yes, I suppose I do like that style.”

Beside her stood James and Boskurz, both wearing their normal attire. Apparently neither of them got the memo.

“H-hey, this isn’t fair!” Boskurz exclaimed. “Why are you two dressed up?!”

“What, did you not get the memo when I came with you?” Rufoleeane looked over at Boskurz, smirking.

James sighed. “Hrrrrm...Leeane, you are always dressing up.”

“Well, when you look as good as I do in these dresses, then you must flaunt it every chance you get.” Rufoleeane smiled, jabbing James in the arm. James snorted, growling a little by instinct.

Mamail laughed. “Ahaha, come! These drinks are on me, friends!”

Boskurz rolled his eyes. “How could you have gotten money already?”

Mamail smiled. “Netherweave, my diminutive friend. I took what I had crafted before on Outland and sold it. Apparently, nobles really like that stuff.”

Boskurz snorted, somehow in the same sound as the Worgen beside him. This prompted a round of laughter as Boskurz sighed over them. “.................Let’s just drink, please.”

“Haha, of course.” Mamail raised his mug. “To you all, my new friends.”

The group took a seat and smiled, raising the mug to them. Ashe smiled. “And to a prosperous future for all of us.”

Boskurz grinned. “I’ll toast to that!”

---

A few drinks later, Mamail excused himself. The only one left at the party was him, Ashe, and Rufoleeane. Leeane was nowhere near done, her Pandaren genes serving her drinking well, but Ashe was already fairly tipsy still.

He offered to help Ashe home, but Leeane shook her head. That was fair. He was still new to this place and probably wouldn’t be able to find her place anyway. Besides, Leeane is obviously very protective of Ashe and most likely didn’t know him well enough to let her go with him alone.

With a wave, he wished the two a well and safe evening and departed. His eyesight was just a tiny blurry, but it didn’t really hurt him. Resting his head will help at his home.

Heh. His home. A week in and he was already considering this place as his home. If only his mom knew where he’d end up.

Past the Mage Tower, he walked into Essential Components, an alchemy store. The owner, Owen Vaughn, was clearly annoyed that Mamail was using his store as a shortcut, but he remained silent. Mamail smiled and waved, which no doubt left Owen even more annoyed. Probably thought he was a drunk.

Oh, was he stumbling? Nah, everything’s probably okay. He can keep up appearances.

He entered the grassy little section between the store and the main walkway. To the left, he knew, was where the path to the Slaughtered Lamb was. It was tempting to go over and see the rowdy nature of the place, but he probably shouldn’t.

With a sniff in the air, he began walking to the right when a familiar face stood in front of him.

“Oh hey, you. I thought you left already.”

...

“Heh. Sorry, we had a few more after you left. I know where I’m going, don’t worry.”

........

“I appreciate....you coming by to help...?”

....”Diminutive, huh.”

“Eh?”

The gnome stepped forward, his face cast in darkness. “That’s what you called me.”

“....I’m...sorry, I didn’t mean to off-MMMMMMP”

A sharp pain struck through Mamail’s bottom jaw, thrusting right through his upper lip. Blood began to pour out from his mouth as he moved his hand to clutch it. What the hell had just-

Some sort of hand grabbed his arm and brought it down, causing him to tumble to his knees. The hand that laid on his wrist gripped with an otherworldly intensity, but did not feel like a mortal hand. Yet again, a sharp instrument flew through his jaw..

“Mm...mmf?! MMMMMMMF!” He had noticed through his idled drunkenness and his teary eyes that whatever was causing this was some sort of tendral. He also noticed that the instrument that was causing this was...a needle.

Oh by the mercy of the Light. He was sewing his mouth shut.

“Mmmph!” Mamail tried to move his hand to his mouth, but the...thing kept both hands down. He shifted, wincing, trying desperately to look the gnome in the eyes. He wanted to exclaim why, but all that came out was “WUUUUUUH”

“...that was what he said, you know.”

“...m-...mph? MMPH?”

“Him.”

“.....m-”

The gnome slapped him hard, the sharp slap over his face somehow alleviating the extreme pain in his mouth at that moment.

“Pay. Attention. You damned draenei.” Boskurz moved his finger to his chin, immediately shifting from that split second of anger to a ponderous contemplation. “I...suppose maybe you draenei don’t know better words. Maybe it was uncool of me to assume.”

“....”

Boskurz’s face contorted to quick anger. “But ignorance is no excuse!” He stepped foward, the draenei’s pained kneeling bringing them eye to eye. “It’s no excuse for what he...or anyone does. And oh there is such ignorance in everyone. But it’s....no excuse, Mamail.”

Mamail nodded. He couldn’t help but nod. He didn’t know what he could do. His vision of the gnome was slowly darkening...or was it something else...? Even with the intense pain echoing from his mouth to the rest of his body, he still tried to consider asking why this was going on. Why?

“...Mamail, I enjoyed studying with you. You had a real knack for the cloth, I gotta say. But I wanted you to know something.”

“....m--mmm?” Mamail blinked a few times, trying to focus once more.

“Netherweave’s a bitch cloth.”

With a stroke, the gnome moved a finger to the draenei’s neck, bringing it across slowly. After it was done, something pulled the draenei’s head back.

He felt something cold rest on his neck.

And then, a flash of light. Then nothing.

---

I was supposed to help Mamail understand the intricacies of Frostweave, but he’s gone. Apparently he couldn’t cut the life of a Stormwind tailor. Too bad. He’ll never get anywhere with Netherweave. Bitch cloth, amirite?

The others are pretty bummed. Ashe especially, poor girl. Ah, well, serves her right for being interested in a male draenei. They’re all the same.

Yeah, I don’t care, I can be racist in my own journal, cause that’s freedom right there! They suck. Their tentacle beard is always so creepy. Their body’s always so big and boring. Their tail always gets in the way when they’re walking through the bank. Their accent is forced. I mean, come on, even the worgen can talk Common correctly. They try too hard.

God, draenei are the worst. They can all die for all I care. Especially him. But one day, right?

See you tomorrow, journal! <3

~Boskurz

PS: I was just told that Draenor had fur, not cloth. What a disgrace.

END

---

The Stormwind guard was clamoring. The meeting was getting heated as the top officials began their deliberations regarding the recent disappearances.

”That’s the fifth disappearance this month.”

“But there’s no evidence that they’re not just leaving the city. Everyone does! Remember when people left for Pandaria because the mages went on strike?”

“Yes, but four of the disappearances involve draenei males.”

“The one human woman alone does not-”

“And what about the blood, Chad? Does that not insinuate foul play, Chad?”

“Why are you emphasizing my name, you damned-”

The chief officer pounded his gavel on the ground. “Shut up, the both of you!” The clamor began to die down as the officer nodded. “Now, right now we are going to take this as a murder investigation. However, we are unable to place all of our resources on said investigation.”

The room began to rumble with loud protests. “Murder on the streets and we can’t focus on it?! Do you not remember the riots?!”

“QUIET.” The officer banged his gavel again. “Now, I understand the anger you all have for this, but we can’t have the guard actively investigating. It would cause the public to grow listless, which is already a problem due to the Legion invading.”

The mention of the Legion caused the room to hush up.

“You understand, then. Good.” The officer nodded. “Now, in order to protect the city fully, the guard will be on high alert, but in the same respect as we have been. I have called in for assistance on this investigation from any of the Class Halls, and the Knights of the Silver Hand have brought in a paladin to assist us. Sir?”

The officer stood to the left, bringing the room’s focus towards two figures. A night elf male and a draenei male. The draenei stepped forward, wearing a rather unorthodox set of cloth around him, his eyes covered with green goggles. He moved his fists to his sides and smirked, his mustache shifting up from his smirk.

“Greetings, everyone. I am Horusen, elected official of the Highlord’s elite investigations squad. Together with my roguish friend Elrizan here, we shall get to the bottom of this conspicuous catastrophe!”

Elrizan stepped forward. “Hey.”

The guard responded all at once. “Hello.” Elrizan nodded, then stepped back.

“Now!” Horusen smacked his gloved hands together. “Tell me everything.”

TO BE CONTINUED