To Kittys Lady of Stormwind

Emerald Dream
1

The Storm hits the deck of the ship, with waves that threaten to wash away the seamen manning the sails. Frinkls after giving it much thought re-enters the cabin and with parchment in hand begins to write.

Dear My most gracious and exalted Lady of Stormwind,

It has been long since my last correspondence but I hope you are well. Following the events in Teldrassil, and the crimes of Undercity, I fled with one of the ships that I used to command, along with my most trusted, able and loyal crew.

A loud nice can be heard outside.

“WHAT WAS THAT!?” - Frinkles
“I dropped th’ helm sire!” - First Mate
“…” - Frinkles

Frinkls continues to write.

I haven’t been able to write to you previously, as we have rarely been able to dock in port. Hounded as we are by the Royal Forsaken Navy.

Last time we did dock in port, however, I heard strange rumors about happenings around Stormwind and the alliance. Talk of relics and old ghosts returning, but most alarming of all, I have heard the townsfolk talk of someone carrying my name preaching!

I have no idea how this came about, but I assure you, my lady, your Frinkles will forever hold you dearest, and would never set foot in the city without first looking for the Lady of Stormwind.

As for the impostors, I can only exhort you to beware of false prophets!

Sincerely yours
Frinkles

Frinkles emerges from the Cabin.

“WHERE THE HELL DID YOU DROP THE SHIP’S WHEEL AGAIN!? YOU DUFUS!”

After saying such he prepares for a raven to take the message away.

2

Days went by before the letter arrived. Upon its receipt, she stood quivering as she read it. It had been so long. Her fragile mind grappled with the fact she long thought he had perished.

“It no can be.” she muttered. “Theys no ways.”

Kitty turned the letter over as if looking for something on the back. Then, she sniffed it as if looking for a familiar scent. Her eyebrow arched above the rim of her Rhinestone Sunglasses as she stood thinking about the countless days, weeks, months she had spent searching for him on Draenor. Her mouth fell agape as she remembered the one time she thought she saw him on Argus.

Argus. Oh how she longed to have been able to show him -her- world. She remembered picking flowers in Mac’Aree and wishing he was by her side. It was now a forever missed opportunity for she would never be able to show him the place she use to call home.

“Perhaps its for best.” she spoke as she folded his note to place it in her pocket next to her heart. “Hims no knows I’s sicks. Maybes…” she paused… “Maybes hims will just thinks I’s lives forevers and will remembers Kittys with fonds hearts.”

She would pen a return letter to him in the coming days to inquire more about this imposter.

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