New Year, New Life

[Oneille]

Several pages of written work lay on a crowded table of Leothiel's office. Oneille lifted parchment up peering at tax work, sales revenue, and lawyer work. "Hm, seem my lion once again burns the lamp oil with property matters." Days before Oneille received a visit from fellow tribesman but their presence alone could not quell her loneliness. Leothiel was her mate, father of her child. When he left her heart sunk, but his arrival home in the evening brought greater joy. nnAfter retreating from the office of her beloved, Oneille slipped back into the living room her needlework lying in a tangled mess on the floor. "Odd..." Upon further investigation there was Kim wrapped in the sewing work of the his mistress, "Kim!" The pup scurried away leaving a mess behind him. "I am not picking this up." Grinning down at the ebony furred creature Oneille walked off to her bedroom where she rested. There came a scurrying from down the hall, little Kim rushed into the master bedroom to greet his mistress. nn"I kind of knew you'd come to me wanting something. Hop up here." A flop and a pant. A huff of air and little Kim look up to his lady who fell asleep instantly. Hand at her womb Oneille drifted into slumber with her wolf looking on.

[Leothiel]

It was early morning. Leothiel woke up before Oneille and packed up the picnic basket. Oneille woke up thinking it would be another day of Leothiel thinking of battles the moment he walked out of the door. He did not have to say anything as the full picnic basket said more. The couple left for the beaches of Quel'thalas to do something they have not done in a long time: Enjoy the day together.

[Oneille]

...The studies of arcane are the reason many highelves became damned from their existence outside of the night elves. Maulfrion himself let the creatures go letting them loose upon their own accord. Centuries passed and as such the High Elves created a civilization not seen since the beginning of the Elven culture. Despite the beauty, the high elves had a flaw...addiction to this arcane...nnOneille furrowed her brow at the words. Such archaic memoirs would best be tucked away in tomes never to see light again. "The very nerve that this cretin calls it a flaw...most would prefer a condition." The elfin matron regarded her round belly smiling down. A hand gently wrapped about the bottom rubbing gently as she hummed. Inside the womb a strong and budding elfing stirred. Its father busy with war details as per normal. nnOneille gathered her book and robe carefully manuvearing the stray worg pup at her feet. She heaved a sigh wondering when the patriarch would return home. The last bit of afternoon light faded into night. A table set and no husband to greet her, "Why does war take you from me mate?"nnIt was then a notion popped into her head. Recently, Leothiel returned from the Dire Maul Library a few tomes with him, one of them being in regards to arcane study and the summoning therein. A chapter he grew fond of described arcane creature and how once a few able bodied mages tried to command them upon summon, "Oh no...he's at it again!"

[Leothiel]

*Silvermoon City*nnLeothiel returned to Silvermoon after a morning of battle. He greeted his wife Oneille with a kiss and she put his hand on her womb. He felt their unborn child kick. He spoke up "Our cub is not born yet he is already training to be a warrior." They both laughed. "Shall we go visit the homestead?" Oneille decided to head out to see the progress.nnWhen they arrived, they saw the main house structure was nearly finished and the stables had been staked out. Thieldren soon showed up. He was glad to see Oneille pregnant and said "Brother, I envy you. The Lich King has robbed me of my ability to help create life but now I see that you are carrying out the family name." Thieldren took a look at the homestead complex. He wondered why the stables seemed large. Leothiel replied "Continuing our father's trade." Leothiel, Oneille, and Thieldren stayed around for some time and talked. Soon, the conversation turned to some of the tremors then to the elder Frosthawks living in Stormwind. Thieldren left for Northrend afterwards.nnOn the way back to Silvermoon, Leothiel stopped and pulled out his shiny new mining pick and took some copper ore out of the ground. "As you can see, I have traded in my skinning knife for a mining pick." Oneille then asked "Are you still picking flowers?" Leothiel chuckled and said "I traded that in for making fine gems." As they walked back, the conversation turned to decoration. After they returned home, Leothiel and Oneille each composed a letter to the elder Frosthawks in Stormwind.

[Leothiel]

Leothiel and Oneille went by the nearly-finished homestead. The guest house was opening in space. The main house was nearly finished as well as the stables. The builders remarked at the unusual configuration. Leothiel spoke up "This is for dragonhawks." Oneille and Leothiel started off looking inside the nearly-finished complex and started to dream. He looked forward to swimming in the river in the early mornings where he could take his mind off his duties. She looked forward to building the Frosthawk house starting with the elfling in her womb.nnWhen they returned to Silvermoon, Leothiel returned to the study and began to sort through papers. Some of them he put next to the bookbinder, others he put into the burn pile. Oneille started doing the same to her personal effects. In a short time, they were going to be out of the city and back into Eversong. Soon, there was a knock on the door. The landlady had a couple of things for them. One of them was notice to sell the apartment building, which Leothiel had shown interest in purchasing. The other was a perfume-soaked letter with a Stormwind stamp on it. That is not from anyone I know he thought. The look on his face turned to dread.

[Oneille]

Oneille turned to face her mate. Instinct of a female kicked in, the matron side immediately presented itself. "Leothiel?" He stood there a visage of dread and confusion flittering about his face. Never one to admit wrong his silenced lips.nn"What is this you hold." She snatched the letter from him. His seemed shocked. Bold move or not, Oneille ravaged the letter. Green eyes scanned the words...how the common irked her moreover, "Leothiel..." A cold stare shot back to the white lion, "what is the meaning of this!" Oneille crumbled the letter, the once prestine paper turned into a ball of anger. "In all my time with you...I KNEW your history, a paramour without president...now THIS!" nnOneille felt the tears, their warm path trailing down an already hot face. Anger that ran red...this was the lioness! "I cannot believe you would dare to seduce a HUMAN! Let alone allow one to even give you a passing look! I am your wife and mate, not some cheap excuse for a brothel bound harlot!" The venom surged through her veins. Each tear another rip to her heart. One would say the lioness was over reacting, maybe even going about this all wrong, but once is enough.nnLeothiel held his ground, as was his norm, his arms reached out to hold her, she rebutted him. "Please, it is a letter. You know my heart is for you alone...gods would I even think to mess about when I have a mate at home carrying my elfing!" Oneille bite her bottom lip the choking back sobs. In her feverish haste to curcify him for someone's else advances, she forgot that he loved her. nn"Love alone is a rare luxury..." Hestiantly, Oneille reached for him. The embrace felt awkward at first till Oneille tightly grasped him hugging him tightly. Leothiel starred down at her then looked to the ceiling, deep inside a storm brewed...what was coming?

[Leothiel]

The pain to the gut from the arrival of the letter was soon passing. Leothiel knew of a human mage who was always giving him looks and interest. He wanted no part in it. His mind raced back into his past with the words from his father Do not waste seed on a woman who is not your wife. He was faithful with Oneille and always will be. He fought the temptation to open the letter. He set it on a brazier then called Al'ar over. The unopen letter soon danced as it was being consumed by the flame from the phoenix hatchling.

Afterwards, they did more sorting and packing in preparation for their move.

[Leothiel]

The past few days have been busy. Leothiel has been splitting his time between his battles on the field, preparing to move into the homestead, and acquiring the apartment building in which they have been living since they were married. Oneille is now in the final stages of her pregnancy. The study is now nearly clear except for a desk, the jewelcrafter's kit, and a small self-playing harp in the shape of an elfin maiden. The papers that littered the desk were either bound, filed, or burned. Soon, they were clearing the closets of some of their clothing and equipment to pack to the homestead. At the homestead, the decorations were arriving for the guest house, which was nearly clear of the building materials. The main house required some finishing touches while the stable and dragonhawk pens was ready.nnEvery night, Leothiel has slept with his hand on Oneille's womb. This night was no exception. He had a dream he saw their child reaching to touch his hands then he felt something sharp and woke up. Oneille asked "Did you feel that too?" Leothiel gave her a kiss and said "Yes. I think I saw our son." They went back to sleep with more of the move on their mind.

[Leothiel]

"I submit to the judgment of the Oracles." With those words spoken, Leothiel found himself pulled from Nightwarder of War to Elder. After over one year of organizing, leading offensives, then administration; he found his rank diminished but not his spirit or an unrealized dream. Now that unrealized dream would have to be put on hold. After the assault on Wintergrasp, it was time to break the news with Oneille before resuming the packing for the move to Eversong Woods.

[Leothiel]

Over the weekend, the Silvermoon side Frosthawks had a flurry of activity. One week had been spent going through belongings, papers, and packing at the apartment. Papers were sorted and either burned or stashed. Leothiel finally packed up his belongings in the study. That included his jeweler's bench and his bookbinder. Oneille wondered how that small study could fit it all. The main sitting room had furniture and the phoenix perch left. Soon, some movers came in. It was time to leave the mid-town Silvermoon apartment where they had lived since they were married. It was time to head out to the woods of Eversong into the finished homestead.nnThieldren was already there with a housewarming gift. Soon, the three were unpacking. The movers left when the furniture was put in place. The empty bookshelves were filling again. Oneille had to stop to take a rest while Leothiel and Thieldren were unpacking. Thieldren was impressed at the location, the build, and even the setup of the complex. Thieldren left before sunset. Afterwards, Leothiel and Oneille enjoyed a meal together in the light of a candle and that of Al'ar the phoenix hatchling. That night, they slept hearing the rapids of the river.nnLeothiel woke up at the crack of dawn. The sound of the river seduced him all night. He slipped outside and went for a swim in its refreshing waters. Soon, he felt something on his back: It was Oneille, smiling and enjoying the water. After their morning swim, they started writing to Leothiel's family in Stormwind. Soon, Azureus was off with the letters in tow.