Grim Views

Watching Jessalyn for many moments, Laeynna said nothing initially. She watched as her gaze moved onto her wine glass. Have you put things together, she wondered. Will I fade here and now? If so, Qabian agreed to put my remains with Zalla. Some consideration and she cast her gaze to the sky, though ...

Fate was fiction and she was using mathematics. Laeynna could only stare at Jessalyn for some moments, as if she was trying to wrap her mind around a concept that was altogether far more than she felt she was equipped at comprehending. While tutored for a portion of her short-lived adolescence, it w...

Laeynna nodded slowly. She had never been in a position like it, but she imagined in any kind of leadership role, it was bound to eventually take toll on someone. Not even people like Redgrave, evidently, were immune to such side-effects. Bureaucracy was certainly its own type of headache, after all...

Laeynna was certain she would have considered a different plan if Jessalyn had turned her down. It was a bit of a pleasant surprise when she didn't, though her observance took note of the reaction. Suspicion. To be expected. Laeynna figured she could find a way to spin that into her favour, however....

Laeynna accepted the glass that Jessalyn offered over to her without really anything in the way of hesitance. Mostly because she was still thinking about what she could do. The wine would be perfect. Potent enough to hide anything she was about to put into it and she could easily put it in both. Whe...

Laeynna waited some moments before she moved to join Jessalyn. Still thinking it wiser (and more convenient for her) to sit on the other side of the basket, she did so. She didn't dare ruffle through the foodstuffs yet, if only because she hadn't been the one to purchase it. Fortunately, she had som...

Laeynna waited patiently, though when Jessalyn returned, she took silent stock of what she'd brought with her. Simple enough things. And pleasant, too. It was not hard for her to mirror the gesture, as slight and subtle as it was. It seemed in spite of being capable of playing a part, bits of the re...

Ah. Necromancy. Good, ol' necromancy. Although she wasn't personally dabbling in the artwork of demonic entities, there were some lines that weren't necessarily blurred but came close to one another. Or at least, in terms of history, such things happened. Laeynna couldn't quite remember how she'd st...

"I have heard the name," Laeynna admitted as her features softened. She waited a few moments to give Jessalyn her space. It'd do no good to give her cause for concern. Looking around a few moments more, she gave silent regards to the two implements Qabian had given her to get to the presen...

Amusement was contagious. Laeynna smiled in turn, doing little to hide her own enjoyment in the exchange. Another long drink and she listened intently, even as Jessalyn cast what she believed to be an investigative glance about. "I confess that I do not spend much time in Dalaran. Usually if I ...

Gratefully, Laeynna accepted it. Water would do, though she supposed she preferred wine. Not that she was about to say so. Anything was better than nothing. She wasn't certain how water would take to poison. They would need something with a little more... colour. Perhaps. "Ah, you caught me,&qu...

Laeynna did not reply immediately. She was uncertain on how to answer. She obviously could not leave right then and there. But if she stalled, she might have become too noticeable in what she attempted to do. Tilting her head, she found her words again, features remaining gentle and a bit bashful. &...

"I am a bit accustomed to being looked down upon." She did say it sadly, for there was nothing sad about it. If she was younger or more naive, the concept would have displeased her. As things stood, she had simply come to accept it. At the end of the day, the only opinion that mattered was...

Ah. Kael'thas. Laeynna drew in a deep breath and held it for some moments. A shame what befell him. Questionable methods, but could it be particularly terrible of him to want liberation for his people? For them to find their own? She didn't think so. But she had a feeling it would be wiser to leave ...

"You are right," Laeynna began. "I could have. I suppose to me that never was feasible. Sending it in the mail would have ensured you got them both, certainly. But it's impersonal." She moved from where she stood, though was very careful not to do so toward Jessalyn. Fel forbid t...