"You thing Lynesia is alive?" Phredaria asked Jon Chess, her voice squeaking in the middle of her question with excitement. "But for the last three weeks, you were convinced that she was dead! What changed?"
"I had a dream," said Chess, sheepishly. He had teleported from his apartment above the Scribes & Nobles bookstore and woken Phredaria from a comfortable, warm bed so he could find out if she could use her arcane abilities to create a locator charm. Phred had been grumpy until Jon had mentioned it was for Lynesia Deh'lorei. Phred had never before taken to any of the women that Jon had romanced over the years - until she had met Lynesia, who, like Phredaria, was a mage for the Kirin Tor. She had immediately bonded with the Ren'dorei woman, and they had become fast friends. When Lynesia had vanished after the burning of Teldrassil by the Horde, Phredaria had still held out home - until Jon had told her that the mind-link that Lynesia had forged with Jon had not only been silent but had apparently been broken.
"A dream? Jon Jon Jonny, maybe... maybe you just really miss her" Phred asked, her voice softening. "I know that you really loved her, despite... I mean, she loved you too, Jonny. And I know you loved her. Maybe it was just a dream?"
"Well, Phred, my darling little dove, there are two possibilities. Imprimis, you are correct, and it was just a dream, spawned out of the gaping chasm in my heart that her absence has caused..." Jon began. "Or... Secundus, Lynesia is alive but has been prevented from contacting us. Maybe contacting me in my dream was the closest she could get?" Jon's voice took on a pleading tone. "It may be a wild goose chase... probably IS a wild goose chase... but how would we feel if it was a call for help, and we dismissed it? I'd rather waste my time and look like a fool - hardly a new experience for me, after all - than have the regrets born of not trying. So... help me?"
Phred looked at Jon's face, a mixture of hope and resignation that it had been just a dream, and that Lynesia was really gone, and sighed. "Of course, I will help, Jonny... do you have anything of hers, something as personal as possible? A lock of hair, a piece of clothing she wore?"
Jon blushed, having anticipated the question. "I brought something..." When a few days had gone by with no word from Lynesia, Jon had gone to her house in Dalaran, and picked the lock. Lynesia had several animal pets that needed care; Buttons the cat-form voidling, and Shadow, the Light and Void shadowfox among them. Jon had cleaned up the messes they had made, and taken them with him back to Boralus.
On his way to Phredaria, he had stopped there long enough to obtain a garment from her dirty clothes hamper. He handed the piece of lingerie to Phred, who gave Jon a look that was half disgusted and half amused. "Well, I suppose it doesn't get any more personal than that... Go make us lunch, and I'll get started." Phred disappeared to her workshop, and Jon went to make them lunch.
Not too much later, Phred reappeared and handed Jon a small Truesilver Kul Tiras anchor pendant on a fine mithril chain, like the golden one Jon wore, a present from a friend. "Say the usual invocation phrase, and this will point the way, Jonny. And uh... take these, as well?" Phred handed Jon a half-dozen smoke grenades and box of high-explosive demolition charges.
Jon grinned. In the places he went, he would have been dead several times over without Phred's tinkering "toys".
"Thank you, Phred."
"I had a dream," said Chess, sheepishly. He had teleported from his apartment above the Scribes & Nobles bookstore and woken Phredaria from a comfortable, warm bed so he could find out if she could use her arcane abilities to create a locator charm. Phred had been grumpy until Jon had mentioned it was for Lynesia Deh'lorei. Phred had never before taken to any of the women that Jon had romanced over the years - until she had met Lynesia, who, like Phredaria, was a mage for the Kirin Tor. She had immediately bonded with the Ren'dorei woman, and they had become fast friends. When Lynesia had vanished after the burning of Teldrassil by the Horde, Phredaria had still held out home - until Jon had told her that the mind-link that Lynesia had forged with Jon had not only been silent but had apparently been broken.
"A dream? Jon Jon Jonny, maybe... maybe you just really miss her" Phred asked, her voice softening. "I know that you really loved her, despite... I mean, she loved you too, Jonny. And I know you loved her. Maybe it was just a dream?"
"Well, Phred, my darling little dove, there are two possibilities. Imprimis, you are correct, and it was just a dream, spawned out of the gaping chasm in my heart that her absence has caused..." Jon began. "Or... Secundus, Lynesia is alive but has been prevented from contacting us. Maybe contacting me in my dream was the closest she could get?" Jon's voice took on a pleading tone. "It may be a wild goose chase... probably IS a wild goose chase... but how would we feel if it was a call for help, and we dismissed it? I'd rather waste my time and look like a fool - hardly a new experience for me, after all - than have the regrets born of not trying. So... help me?"
Phred looked at Jon's face, a mixture of hope and resignation that it had been just a dream, and that Lynesia was really gone, and sighed. "Of course, I will help, Jonny... do you have anything of hers, something as personal as possible? A lock of hair, a piece of clothing she wore?"
Jon blushed, having anticipated the question. "I brought something..." When a few days had gone by with no word from Lynesia, Jon had gone to her house in Dalaran, and picked the lock. Lynesia had several animal pets that needed care; Buttons the cat-form voidling, and Shadow, the Light and Void shadowfox among them. Jon had cleaned up the messes they had made, and taken them with him back to Boralus.
On his way to Phredaria, he had stopped there long enough to obtain a garment from her dirty clothes hamper. He handed the piece of lingerie to Phred, who gave Jon a look that was half disgusted and half amused. "Well, I suppose it doesn't get any more personal than that... Go make us lunch, and I'll get started." Phred disappeared to her workshop, and Jon went to make them lunch.
Not too much later, Phred reappeared and handed Jon a small Truesilver Kul Tiras anchor pendant on a fine mithril chain, like the golden one Jon wore, a present from a friend. "Say the usual invocation phrase, and this will point the way, Jonny. And uh... take these, as well?" Phred handed Jon a half-dozen smoke grenades and box of high-explosive demolition charges.
Jon grinned. In the places he went, he would have been dead several times over without Phred's tinkering "toys".
"Thank you, Phred."
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