The end of another long campaign
She awoke, for the final time, at The Terrible Turnip, as she liked to call it in her darker moments ((The Lazy Turnip, if you hadn’t guessed.)). It was a fine enough establishment, and Innkeeper Lei Lan did the best she could considering the hordes of outsiders from all parts, but it was missing a few refinements that her apartment in Dalaran had, especially the company.
Well. At last, her business here was done. She was finally going home.
She had given her notice to Farmer Yoon the week before, and he assured her he would be able to find new help, so not to fret about leaving him in the lurch. Elvish mothers got nothing on this fellow, she thought with amusement. I guess it’s those big Pandaren eyes.
She checked her bags one last time; all the Pandaren foodstuffs had been sent off to other members of the clan that could use them; anything faction-related that she could transfer had been. All she really had at this point were a couple of changes of clothes, and even those would probably be put in storage or disenchanted before too long.
After breakfast and tea with Madam Lei one last time, she took her leave and flew to the Shrine, trying to avoid looking at the Vale of Eternal Blossoms as she flew overhead. A couple of days in Ironforge, visiting with the “family”, and she was finally on the tram to Stormwind and the docks.
During the trip to Valiance Keep ((Yeah yeah, I know, “take the portal from the Shrine”, you say. Work with me here!)), she read, daydreamed, and enjoyed the sea breeze as if it were somehow better than that around Pandaria. And perhaps it was; she always appreciated the crispness of the northern air to the muggy closeness of the South.
The flight from Valiance Keep was uneventful but altogether too long. After over a week of travel, her patience was starting to wear thin. She could see the spires in the distance, for the first time since that awful time with Lady Jaina and The Purge. As she drew closer, the enchanted city looked no worse for the wear. Jaina might be the angriest four people in the world right now, but she knew how to manage a city, as anyone in Theramore could attest before Garrosh destroyed it.
Landed at last, she hurried towards the Legerdemain, all the while trying not to look like she was rushing. But when she rounded the corner and saw that sign over the door, she might have lost all of her resolve. Maybe.
Bursting through the entrance, she practically skidded to a stop as Amisi appeared right in front of her ((See: Previously)).
“Well, look at you!” Amisi caught her breath for a moment, and then grinned slyly. “You look terrible.”
That was it; when next she was herself, Jasra realized she had taken Amisi in her arms and was having a hard time letting her go. “Well, you look divine, my dear,” she whispered in Amisi’s ear before releasing her.
Behind the bar, Arille was headed her way in a most indecorous way – for a High Elf, or anyone else for that matter. His grin, “most unbecoming for one of his station”, was like a cool drink on a balmy evening.
Taking it all in, she let out a happy sigh.
“Well. I’m home.”