03-13-2019, 03:07 PM
“It's alphabetized. New arrivals should be appended to the bottom of the appropriate letter page. Likely easiest way to find them if updated forms aren't made, which I doubt there's time for. Same for those who are missing. I’m sure someone will be able to catch anyone coming in from Dalaran. There’s only one port.”
Velameestra pointed at each section of the pristinely scribed registry that she had been working on throughout the week as she explained the format to the Guardian of Eternal Spring that had been her collaborator in the organization. Several names were already crossed out on the pages that were dubbed “Missing,” the date of reunion scratched beside each name with initials beneath. Even so, the stacks of parchment still seemed to be dauntingly large.
“I made a preliminary copy to take to Dalaran with me. It won’t be as updated, but from what I understand, most should be getting directed to Capital City. Ideally we can keep the port as the central checkpoint.”
The guardian, a dark-haired elf with his long hair pulled back into a tight braid, nodded along as he followed where the mage was pointing. “It’s something to start with, at least,” he sighed.
“And should help keep people from falling through the cracks. Ideally,” Velameestra agreed with a slight nod. She pushed the stacks of paperwork over to the other elf, and he began to neatly stack them into a more easily managed pile. However, the mage’s brow furrowed slightly, the sensation of being watched pricking at the back of her neck, and she instinctively glanced over her shoulder.
Her icy eyes happened to catch the pair belonging to her father, and Lirath offered her a small smile as he noted his daughter returning his look before he looked away and began to busy himself again. Even so, the smile didn’t manage to hide the worried look flickering behind his eyes.
...that’s the third time I caught him...
Velameestra frowned slightly, and then looked back to the guardian. “If I can do anything else, let me know. I have a day or two before I’m planning on leaving,” she offered, and he once again nodded before she left him to instead weave her way around the other elves occupying the courtyard as she made her way to the other side.
“Ann’da,” the elf greeted simply. She cocked her head slightly, her brow once again faintly furrowed, and she paused before continuing in a quieter tone, giving her father time to register her approach. “...Doral ana'diel?*”
(*How fare you?/Are you okay?)
Velameestra pointed at each section of the pristinely scribed registry that she had been working on throughout the week as she explained the format to the Guardian of Eternal Spring that had been her collaborator in the organization. Several names were already crossed out on the pages that were dubbed “Missing,” the date of reunion scratched beside each name with initials beneath. Even so, the stacks of parchment still seemed to be dauntingly large.
“I made a preliminary copy to take to Dalaran with me. It won’t be as updated, but from what I understand, most should be getting directed to Capital City. Ideally we can keep the port as the central checkpoint.”
The guardian, a dark-haired elf with his long hair pulled back into a tight braid, nodded along as he followed where the mage was pointing. “It’s something to start with, at least,” he sighed.
“And should help keep people from falling through the cracks. Ideally,” Velameestra agreed with a slight nod. She pushed the stacks of paperwork over to the other elf, and he began to neatly stack them into a more easily managed pile. However, the mage’s brow furrowed slightly, the sensation of being watched pricking at the back of her neck, and she instinctively glanced over her shoulder.
Her icy eyes happened to catch the pair belonging to her father, and Lirath offered her a small smile as he noted his daughter returning his look before he looked away and began to busy himself again. Even so, the smile didn’t manage to hide the worried look flickering behind his eyes.
...that’s the third time I caught him...
Velameestra frowned slightly, and then looked back to the guardian. “If I can do anything else, let me know. I have a day or two before I’m planning on leaving,” she offered, and he once again nodded before she left him to instead weave her way around the other elves occupying the courtyard as she made her way to the other side.
“Ann’da,” the elf greeted simply. She cocked her head slightly, her brow once again faintly furrowed, and she paused before continuing in a quieter tone, giving her father time to register her approach. “...Doral ana'diel?*”
(*How fare you?/Are you okay?)