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(The story on how and why Irean got to have white hair… hehe.)
PROLOGUE
“Okay, sweet little baby girl, it’s time for bed I think.”
Lunasea Lightningbolt gently placed baby Irean in her crib, lightly wrapping her in a blanket of lightning tendrils. Leaving the sleeping baby, Luna gently closed the door to the nursery and meandered over to the kitchen, where her husband was just finishing up his dessert.
“She fell asleep, now she’s in her crib, and we have some alone time.”
“Wonderful news, darling.” Phinnly Pyrogear swooped his wife up in his arms, and carried her off to their bed.
“I do hope Irean’s sleeping okay.” Luna turned over to face her husband. “I worry when she’s not in my sight.”
“I’m sure she’s fine, honey.”
“Maybe I should check on her.”
“For the sixth time? She’s fine! And you’d do well to attend to me instead of worrying about her.”
Luna laid a long time in bed worrying, long after Phinnly fell asleep; finally, she fell asleep too. Worries about her daughter chased her through her dreams, so it was a fitful sleep, but at least she did get some.
* * * * *
Luna checked on Irean the next morning, finding a wide eyed baby gnome watching her every move. She reached into the crib to pick her little girl up, and her hands jerked back as she felt searing cold. Irean was still watching her, her expression one of curiosity—but she was now encased in a layer of ice. Luna was familiar enough with using ice block herself to know that this was exactly what was happening. This new development was... interesting, as Irean had never manifested any magical powers until now.
TEN YEARS LATER...
Irean kept her eyes focused on the two gnomes facing the line she was in, listening for when they called her name.
“Nyassa Firespark.”
“Here!”
For a second, Irean eyed the brown haired gnome beside her, quickly returning her gaze to those who were taking, as she’d heard the term, “roll call.”
“Irean Icebolt.”
“Here.”
“Hi there! I live in Ironforge. You?” Nyassa eyed her with interest.
“I was sent here from Gnomeregan… all I ‘member was that I used to wake up encased in an ice block. Mom and Dad didn’t know what to do with me, so they sent me to Mistress Bink to see if she could do anythin’. They’re friends, y’know.”
Irean was studying the floor, rather embarrassed.
“Oh!… Well, I’se fire mage. I like to burn things.” Nyassa grinned at her. “I can show you around, if you like.” Ny paused. “You have pretty hair, by the way. Speckled brown and white the way it is…”
Irean looked up. “I’d like that please. And thank you… Mistress Bink said it might turn all white. I don’t know much about it, but sounds like my ‘frosty outbursts’ as she called ’em seem to be doing that.”
“Really?”
“Muhuh.”
“We has free time now. Shall I start giving you a tour?”
“Yes, please!”
Nyassa was true to her word, introducing Irean to every nook and cranny she knew about in Ironforge.
“So, we mages live in the Mystic Ward, along with paladins. This door to my left opens into the Forlorn Cavern, where rogues and warlocks are quartered. Mistress Bink says the warlocks practice darker arts than we mages do, and generally recommends avoiding them as much as possible.”
“Have you ever met a rogue?”
“N’really. They be sneaky, so most times y’don’t notice them.”
“Oh.”
“Next to the cavern is the Hall of Explorers where the Explorers League people are when they’re not out exploring. Next to that is my favourite place to go when we have time off from magical studies: Tinker Town. They have so many neat gadgets! I usually blink through the Great Forge to get there... going through the cavern makes me nervous. Other side ‘o Tinker Town is the Military Ward, where warriors spend their time—been there once but they’re awfully strict there, an’ I don’t like it, so I tend to avoid it. To my right is the Commons, where there’s a bank for putting all your valuable stuff in, and an inn for travellers to stay in when visitin.’ And that completes the circle around the Great Forge. So, where would you like to go first?”
“H’bout Tinker Town?” Ny’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, and off they blinked towards a hallway to the Forge.
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Laura Gieg
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