Originally posted 12/24/2014, I figured it was time for a repost. Maybe this year I’ll write a Winter Veil aftermath story. Enjoy! -Silent
“‘Twas the night before Winter Veil and all through the hall,
Not a guild mate was stirring, well no, not quite all.
The shoes were all stowed carefully out of reach of cat,
In hopes that the fund for guild repairs would stay intact.
Bear had hidden away for a slumber so deep,
While the Druid lady had pints with Shait in the keep…”
“Silent that isn’t how that is supposed to go,” the elf laughed at the worgen.
Silent peered at her friend as Shait struggled to get her laughter under control. “Well, it’s close and fits, doesn’t it?”
“I suppose,” she replied, thoughtfully. “No Winter Veil cheer this year?”
The worgen took another sip of her ale and shook her head. “I find myself longing for a day to myself, but I cannot get away. All these new friends we’ve made, they won’t leave the garrison! They always want me to send them out for things. They constantly want me to tell them what to do. I can’t even hide in the outhouse to get away from them.”
“Mm. Can’t argue with that. Irayna has been portaling all over the place for those Goblins at Smokeywood pastures. Something about pets or presents.”
“Mord swears the folks in his place want to leave, or maybe that is just because that gnome is friends with goblins.”
“Possibly,” the night elf replied. “Qale stopped by once. It’s a miracle we got him to stop punting everyone so they could have a Winter Veil.”
The two spent the next few moments envisioning the giant Pandaren Monk running around in a drunken haze punting goblins and gnomes alike. Silent could almost hear him declare “it’s good” as she watched an imaginary goblin sail over the imaginary wall in her mind.
“It really is strange,” Shait mused, “with all of these people to watch over, direct, and shelter. But I’m honored and humbled they stay.”
“We like it here,” Mordlet piped up, making Silent jump. That blasted gnome had a habit of popping up out of nowhere. No wonder Qale liked to punt him.
“Anyone know if we should be getting our new found friends and followers gifts?” He continued, pulling a mug towards him.
Shait and Silent shared a look of alarm as both of them realized they hadn’t even considered that possibility.
“I’ll send over some armaments we’ve been stockpiling for awhile,” another voice said. Dereus had found them and slid into a chair to join them. “Who doesn’t enjoy a new weapon?”
The four giggled and passed around another flagon of ale.
“I hope everyone likes what I got them,” he said as they all took another sip of ale.
“Repair money?” Mord asked. Dereus chuckled as Silent patted the gnome fondly.
“It’s the eve of Winter Veil. The garrisons are bustling with festivities and this, is perfect.”
“How so?” Shait asked.
“This right here. Everyone sharing in a brief moment of peace,” the paladin continued. “I wouldn’t trade this.”
“Nor I,” Mord said.
Shait shook her head. “Wouldn’t trade this for anything.”
“To friends and family,” Silent toasted, raising her mug.
“Friends and family,” they agreed.
“You going to rewrite that poem,” Shait asked.
The worgen shook her head. “Nope. Going to enjoy each and every moment with you guys.”
Happy Winter Veil to all and to all a good night.