Lanadelle

Okay. Okay okay okay.

I met someone today. Well, "met" is generous. I encountered someone. And I cannot stop thinking about her.

I was, sorta greeting guests at the Lily with an elf I barely know, Gorja, I think was her name and I started walking toward the bar, as everyone seemed to be congregating in there.

And then I heard it. This voice. Not loud, exactly, but carrying. Like she expected everyone to listen whether they wanted to or not.

She called another shal'dorei, just standing there, a bitch. To her face. In public. Zero hesitation.

I gasped. I actually gasped out loud. I didn't even know what was happening, I just heard the word hanging there like a challenge and my body reacted before my brain caught up.

She turned. Looked at me. Raised one perfect eyebrow-how do people even do that? I've tried in the mirror and I just look like I'm having a small stroke-and I swear she saw straight through me.

I looked away. I looked away. I stared down Sargeras and hordes of the Legion, but I looked away from this woman’s gaze.

But she said, "That's what I thought."

That's what I THOUGHT.

Like she’d already decided who I was. Like she knew something about me.

I asked Komet who she was-"Who's the grouch?"-and she said she's one of her best friends. Lanadelle. A warlock, apparently. I suppose you don't summon demons by being timid.

But here's the thing I haven't been able to shake: I want to see her again.

Not to prove her wrong, exactly. Or maybe yes, to prove her wrong, but also... I want to know what it feels like to be that certain. To say what you mean and never apologize.

She was terrifying. She was magnetic.

Is that strange? It feels strange. I've never been drawn to someone because they scared me a little.

Heh, well, she seems to be at the Lily semi-regularly, so I guess I’ll be keeping an eye out for her.

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P.S. I keep replaying that eyebrow raise in my mind.