Three days prior to Launch
It was a wonderful with her grandmother, and the rest of her family at the Goldmoon estate; Romy couldn’t get over how frail her grandmother looked however seeing Mirren and Romar, seemed to bring a new sparkle to the elderly woman’s eyes as she held her great grandchildren for the first time.. though not related by blood, the Matriarch was as much a grandparent as her own blood grandparents were. Elphaba was a living remnant of the past ; very much like her father . With Fnar off in Draenor ,caught up in the neverending cycle of war and death , Romy felt it was important to reconnect with family and with Birsa’s help they arranged for someone to watch over the farm while they took the portal to Orgrimmar. Romy was reticent about taking the children through,especially little Romar..she was concerned about how the energies would affect the baby but the pandaren mage sensing her concern, took the time to explain to her that it was perfectly safe for the children to travel through the portal . While it didn’t completely ease Romy’s mind; it did take some of the worry out of it.
They arrived in Orgrimmar and took the zeppelin to Brill where they would take the translocator to Silvermoon,and a short ride from Silvermoon to the Goldmoon estate. They spent some time with her younger brother at the rebuilt Nightheart estate ; where she got to meet his young wife, Laurelin ,along with her nephew Sellan and her newborn niece Suurin .. the name was not lost on her .. a little tribute to their life in Northrend ,with the wolves.Little Mirren and Sellan took to each other right away,and were babbling away in a language only the few young could understand. While it was awkward at first , meeting her new sister in law.. Romy found herself liking Laurelin, who had a quiet manner about her but there was a hidden fire beneath that demure exterior. It was clear that Tywin was very much in love with his wife, and the feeling very mutual.. being in the presence of such love made her miss, Fnar all the more. She missed his arms around her, his laugh , watching him with Mirren, and hearing them both talking as they had their special father daughter time. It seemed so long since she last saw her love… though she wrote him letters.. it was not the same as talking to him ,and being with him.
Her dearest love, Fnar.. how she missed him..she wished he could come home.. to meet his son ,Romar, whom he has yet to meet. Thankfully she had Birsa to help her out; though the young maid didn’t speak a word of common; being raised to speak a dialect of Vrykul, mixed with some Taunka. She was able to communicate still with Romy, as the older woman was still fluent.Though some would wonder the wisdom of learning an enemy’s language..it served a purpose; it helped them keep track of the Vrykul’s movements . Even little Mirren was starting to learn the language; as well as learning the customs. Though Romy and Birsa had been raised away from the libertine excesses of Silvermoon ; it may as well have been a completely different culture as Northrend tended to cultivate a hardier stock than their southern counterparts. Being away from the excesses , had given both Romy and Birsa a resilience and independence that allowed them to flourish without the need to be protected by someone .
Sorting through the little clothes that were freshly laundered; she couldn’t believe the growth spurt little Mirren was going through. It seemed like she had gained another three inches in height. Already the clothes , Romy had brought along for extra changes , were getting too small.. Fnar wouldn’t recognize his little girl when he next saw her. Already, her hair is starting to become more and more like her father’s ; the reddish tones changing to a bright gold ,and the lighter tones becoming a pale gold ,blending beautifully together. Romy marvelled at the fact that she and Fnar created such a beautiful little girl,and when Romar was born..he took after his mother , with his shock of red hair .. along with inheriting her ferocious temper. Thankfully , he was generally a sweet natured little guy who loved to laugh,and Mirren loved to do things to make her baby brother laugh… she took her role as a big sister very seriously. At first Romy was worried that Mirren would feel slighted that the attention was not so much on her anymore but on her baby brother but her fears were for naught as little Mirren was devoted to her baby brother; and was very close to Birsa , who had been teaching her stories and songs while Romy, was resting ,or looking after the baby.Romy couldn’t imagine how she could have managed caring for her two little ones without Birsa’s help while her love was away .
Taking a small pair of leather booties out, she tried to put them on Romar ; however the baby kicked them off as fast she could put them on, giving a clear indication that he didn’t like wearing anything on his tiny feet.With a smile she scooped him and gave him a quick cuddle before settling down to feed him as her daughter came in through the door carrying a wriggling puppy in her arms ” Mama..mama.. look… puppy.. can I have?” she gives Romy a pleading look with her large green doe like eyes . Romy looked at the puppy , noting that it was still too young to be taken from his mother and she reaches with her free hand , gesturing her daughter to come close ” He’s still a baby yet, like your brother.. he still needs his mama for a while… However.. we will see about getting you a puppy when we get home.. alright ?” she gently explains to her daughter who looked about ready to cry but cheered up when her mother explained to her why she couldn’t have that particular one. Looking at her brother nursing she looks up at her mother and states very matter of factly ” Ro.. like puppy.. he need mama ” which took Romy by surprise at her daughter’s astuteness and smiles ” yes..my sweet, your little brother is very much like the puppy you are holding.. he will need his mama far longer than the puppy will need his . Even though you are getting big, you have still years to go before you won’t need mama or papa .Until then, you will always be my baby. ” she stroked Mirren’s hair softly with a faint smile on her face. Her daughter went silent for a long moment, musing over her mother’s words before she replies ” I take puppy back..he needs his mama ” before she marches out the door with said puppy in her arms , passing by Birsa on her way out.
The slim pale haired lass smiled as she watched the little girl carrying a puppy in her arms . In her lilting tongue ,she speaks ” She’s growing so fast ;its hard to believe she’s only three years old… at times , she seems so much older ” Romy nods ‘ She misses her father greatly; being parted from him has been hard on us both..she’s so young..but thankfully being in Half Hill, has allowed her to remain a child, and not hardened at such a young age.. like her father and I were . ” she gently strokes her son’s head gently; noting from his steady breathing that he was sound asleep. Fixing her top, she rises to her feet and gently places the sleeping baby into his cradle, and closes the door ,but leaving it ajar so she could hear him if he was fussy . ” Given that it will take a little time to travel to Northrend, we should plan ahead and try to make the trip as stress free as possible. Mirren hasn’t really travelled by zeppelin much .. the last trip rattled her,so I want to make this next leg as calm as possible.” Birsa nods quietly ” agreed.. I will start gathering some activities to keep her occupied while we are travelling . As long as her attention is diverted ,she should be fine ”
Romy nods ” That’s all we can hope for..now if only we could bring my love home, he’s already missed so much of Mirren’s development” she sighs heavily , a despondant look on her face. Birsa murmurs ” All we can do is pray.. your mate is strong ,and he’s not alone ..I’m sure he will be safe until he is able to come back to you and the children “.Which got a smile from Romy ” That is true ..I can only pray that he is allowed to come home soon” with that ,she and Birsa began folding up the clothes .
to be continued