“As far as the Magisters go, I’m no one important. Born in the wrong house, raised in the wrong time,”

Veilyaa, by Rezwana Dimech

This is an early birthday gift for Snack.  Since I first saw Rezwana’s artwork, I knew I wanted to commission her to draw Veilyaa.  This is also a thank you to him, for RPing with me and generally just being an awesome GM.

Drabble- Lowborn

“Keep your chin up.”  Allide Dawningsun chided the young boy, tilting his face up.  She licked her thumb, wiping at a smudge on his face.  “Kirian, listen to me.”

He blinked up at his mother with wide blue eyes.

“This is very important.”  She crouched down, her blonde hair a halo around her face.  “You have to make a good impression.”

“I know, mother.”  He balled the ends of his sleeves up in his small hands.  “You told me.”

“I just want to be certain you understand, Kirian.  The Flamehearts are a very good family.  Lord and Lady Flameheart have been friends of mine for some time.”  She brushed his unruly hair back, turning him around and dragging a brush through it.  “They have a daughter your age.  Veilyaa.”

Kirian looked straight ahead as she pulled his hair back, trying not to move too much.  “Is she nice?”

“I’m sure she is.  You have to be nice to her too, Kirian.  I want you to make friends with her.  This is very important.”  She tied his hair up with a bright blue ribbon, and then turned him back to face her.  She rested her hands on his shoulders.  “They are noble, Kirian.”

He nodded.  “I know.”

“We aren’t noble.  I’m an Arcanist.  Your father is…he’s a good tailor, but he’s just a tailor.”  Allide sighed.  “Please, son.  Please remember that.  You can do better than we did.  You just have to do things right.  That means being nice to people.”

Kirian bit his lip, feeling as if the weight of his family settled on his small shoulders.  He knew what she meant- even at his young age, he knew how these things worked.  If he was nice enough, if she liked him enough, maybe he could be noble some day, too.

He looked toward his father, who hovered in the doorway and wrung his hands.

He didn’t think he really wanted to be a noble.  But if it was what his mother and father wanted, if it was what would be best for his family, he would do what he had to.

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“What’s your name?”

“Kirian.”  He gathered his sleeves up in his small hands, and the other elf smiled at him. She was missing a tooth, and her hair was the color of embers that had nearly burned out.

Veilyaa grabbed his hand, and dragged him from the entryway.  “Minn’da, Ann’da, we’re going to play!”

Kirian stumbled along behind her, and he could tell he already liked this girl with scorch marks on the sleeves of her robes.

Prompt- "Friendship", Kirian

“Kirian, darling, you live so dreadfully alone.”  Veilyaa sat back, smiling at him.  “There’s nearly enough room for someone else here!  And it’s just you and your cat.”

“Perhaps I’ll get another cat, then.”  He murmured, sketching out a rune pattern on a scroll.

“I worry about you.  Here, all alone.  You only have me as your friend and you slam the door in my face every opportunity you get.”  He said nothing, and she frowned at his turned back.  “Honestly, aren’t you even listening to me?”

He carefully inked in a rune with a black feather quill.  “Veilyaa, I have work to do.”

“And so do I.  You think I come here just because I enjoy speaking to the back of your head?!”  She made a soft sound, and he rolled his eyes.

“I should have let you go to Orgrimmar.”  He spoke out of resentment, out of bitterness, but perhaps she was immune to his venom by now.

She raised her chin.  “Perhaps you should have.  You swept in and spoke of concern about me, as if I could hardly take care of myself, speaking in riddles.  You’re a vexing man, Kirian Dawningsun.”

He turned back to look at her for just a second, and then shrugged, returning back to the parchment.  “Ah, is that so?  Then I suppose I’m doing something right.”

it's like that
  • Snack:OH! You shared this, before, but we were having chatty conversations about how to emotionally demolish Kirian and Veilyaa at the time
  • Dee:OH yeah
  • Dee:when are we not having that conversation lbr
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1am Veilyaa and Kirian pre-siege of Quel’thalas feelings.

SNACK I AM SORRY I’M MAKING YOU PLAY THE BAD ENDING AS THEIR “TRUE” ENDING.

I just love their relationship ugh.

For those just tuning in, Kirian and Veilyaa were childhood friends and everyone figured they’re get married, especially Veilyaa.  They went off to war, and it changed them.  Kirian went off and fell in love, and knew he wouldn’t be happy to marry her anymore.  They never had a formal engagement, but he realized he didn’t want to marry her.  He wanted to follow his heart, but he couldn’t.

When he lost his leg and had to give up being a Spellbreaker, Veilyaa, now a proper Magistrix, was the one who instructed him in the arcane.  Kirian was, in essence, her first apprentice.

She follows him, because she remembers who he was, and the man she hoped he would be.  She still carries a torch for him.  He feels guilty, at times, that he cannot give her back the man she was in love with.  She pulls close, and he keeps pushing her away, but he can’t bring himself to push her completely out of his life.  He is frequently cold and sometimes downright mean to her.

He knows she deserves better than him.  And when he’s mean to her, he’s hoping she realizes this for herself.  Realizes he’s not worth her effort.

But she’s every bit as stubborn as he is.

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