Alileda

I heard it all the time, "You're so beautiful, Alileda!" I've even heard, "You are way prettier than Evelline." That was usually said to me by friends, when Eve wasn't around.

Evelline, my sister. Powerful paladin. Strong, independent, just…not as beautiful as I.

Don't get me wrong, she was pretty and all, but she wasn't about to be crowned Miss. Silvermoon City or anything.

My thoughts were interrupted when Evelline herself walked through the doors.

"Hey, little sis," she said to me. She gave my head a quick pat and I winced at the feel of plate armor on my scalp. "Oh, sorry, I forgot you aren't used to anything stronger than cloth."

"No matter," I responded. I wouldn't let her know how jealous I was of her. Ever.

I was a fair warlock. Not the best, but a fair one. "What did you bring back from your travels this time?" I could almost feel my eyes sparkling. Evelline traveled all around Azeroth, and the Outlands, she always brought things back that amazed me.

"Well, I know how hard you're training to become a fine tailor, so I brought something back from Northrend. Just for you." I clapped excitedly.

"Ooh, what is it, what is it?"

"I brought you some Frostweave Cloth. I thought you could make some more robes. Robes that would make even Ann'da blush at his own." I thought of my father then. A strong mage, he was. I frowned at the Frostweave Cloth.

I wasn't yet powerful enough to wear anything that was made of it. Eve saw me frowning and she gave me a hard look, though I saw a little fright in her eyes as she murmured,

"You don't know how many times I've almost died before getting that." I couldn't stand seeing Evelline look anything but proud, so I patted her cold gauntleted hand and said,

"Thank you so much." She lighted up, but not much, so I added, "I will make robes that might even blow your plate out of the water!"

She laughed at this. "Okay, sis, you can try." I unfolded and refolded the beautiful blue cloth and put it in my satchel. Sieana, the youngest of us four, ran into the room.

"Eve-y!" A pang of jealousy went through me when I heard her use her own nickname. No one but Sieana could get away with using a nickname like that. Sieana had short black hair, with bangs that cropped her thin, pixie-like face perfectly. Her skin was pale and her lips were a dark red. She was a very cute girl and was only ten years old.

"Si-si!" Eve exclaimed, lifting Sieana easily up off the ground as if she were weightless. Probably close to weightless for Evelline, considering she wore plate all the time, and held a sword and a shield everywhere. "Have you been good?"

"I've been excellent! Minn'da has been helping me with my cooking, and whenever I get better I just go to Sylann for more training!"

"And how about combat training?" Eve asked expectantly. If Evelline had it her way, Sieana would have started combat training the day she learned to walk. Sieana only responded with a blank stare, then she looked over to me. Her glowing green eyes went wide, they were pleading, she wanted me to intercede. Unfortunately for Sieana, I also didn't know what to tell Eve. I didn't want her to be upset with me!

"It's going well…" Sieana finally muttered.

"And what is my dear sister going to be when she grows up?" I could tell now that Eve was thinking of all the possibilities for our baby sister. Maybe she would be a mage, like Father, or maybe she would take after me, and become a warlock, or even better, she might become a paladin. Evelline's own little apprentice.

"I don't know," Sieana squeaked. "Mama just wants me to work on cooking for now, mostly. It's always what Minn'da tells me to do. Cook, cook, cook." Sieana hopped off of Eve's lap. Evelline pursed her lips.

"So I see."

"But that's okay because I can bring everyone food for battle!" Sieana exclaimed. I swear, if I didn't know any better, I would have thought that Eve might have gone on a killing spree then and there by the look on her face. Sieana grabbed Eve's hand and said, "Everything's going to work out now, right?" Evelline's features softened as she patted Sieana's hand.

"Yes, everything is going to work out. Do you want to see what I got you?" Sieana nodded her head excitedly. She pulled out a large purple bag. I could tell instantly that it was Netherweave cloth, but it wasn't a Netherweave Bag. I knew because I had two of those, but this one was larger, and designed a bit differently.

"This," Evelline began slowly. Though, if she was trying to get Sieana's attention it wasn't needed. Si's eyes were locked on that purple cloth the moment Eve pulled it out. "This is an Imbued Netherweave Bag. It holds a little bit more than Netherweave Bags do since it's a bit larger. I thought you might want it, since all your other bags are so small." Sieana jumped up into Eve's lap and squeezed her hard.

"Thanks, Eve-y! It's so pretty!"

"You're welcome, I saw it and I thought of you. I'm happy you--"

"Ugh!" We all looked to see Maelina come stomping in, slamming the door behind her. "I'm so exhausted." She dropped her ax on the floor and threw her quiver down next to it. The only thing she kept in her hand was her bow. She loved her bow. Scar, her pet, came trailing in behind her. "Wasn't that grueling work, Scar?" she asked the lion whilst petting his mane affectionately. Maelina was younger than me by two years, making her fifteen. Mae had the same color hair as Eve and I, but hers was pulled back into a bun. She had all of our skin tones (except Sieana who was pale as a ghost), but her lips were more pink than Eve's and mine. Also, a somewhat peculiar trait, her eyes were more yellow-green than they were the pulsing, vibrant, neon green, that everyone else had. Her eyes were beautiful all the same, though. They matched her.

"What was it that was so terrible that you had to interrupt me?" Eve asked. Maelina almost jumped at the sound of Eve's voice. She must not have noticed that she was here.

"Evelline! When did you get home?"

"Not long before you." Maelina sat down next to Eve's feet, with Scar right next to her.

"Tell me all about your travels!" Mae begged. She was a total sucker for a good story. Evelline took off one of her gauntlets and scratched the back of Scar's ears.

"I don't know…" I saw the smile that played on Eve's lips as she looked at me. "Ali doesn't look very interested." My mouth hung open when she brought me into this. The nerve! Mae pouted at Eve, then she stared with a pleading look my way.

"Please?" she begged to Eve. "Ali wants to hear too, don't you, Ali?"

"Fine," I sighed. I sat down next to my eager sister. It wasn't that I didn't want to hear of Eve's adventures, it was just that I became envious so easily.

Evelline told us about Northrend. She told us all about Warsong Hold and how everyone said she was only a small, blood elf female. They basically scoffed at her, and told her she probably wouldn't make it, but she proved herself. She proved herself very well. Now, if Evelline ever stepped back into that place, which she did sometimes because she has to take the zeppelin, she is greeted with cheers.

"Wow, Eve," Mae breathed. "I haven't even met Thrall yet!"

"Oh, but you must!" Eve gasped. "To meet Thrall is almost to meet honor itself!"

"You have honor within you, because you are Sin'dorei," a familiar, deep voice replied. We all whipped our heads around to see Father standing among us.

"Ann'da!" Evelline exclaimed. She jumped from the plush chair and embraced Father in a tight hug.

"Evelline, at last." He pulled away from the hug first and inspected Eve.

"You've gotten new armor since heading out to Northrend."

"Indeed I have. I do not risk my life for nothing, Father." At this he laughed.

"You have grown to be a fine fighter, Evelline. To think, you once thought that being a princess would be best! You must catch me up on everything soon, but as for now, how would you like to go down to the training yard, in Silvermoon City?"

"Oh, yes! Let's!" Eve could hardly contain her excitement, I knew. She unsheathed her sword, "We shall destroy those dummies as if they really were Alliance scum."

"Father!" I heard myself whine. "What are we to do in the meantime?"

"You can always go to Keelen, I'm sure you're ready for some more training; all you've been doing around the house is sewing and enchanting after all! Come, Evelline, I will show you a real challenge." Evelline looked at all of us with apologetic eyes. She grabbed her gauntlet and secured it on her hand.

"I'd like to see it."

"…which isn't fair at all, and I've missed her, I really have, but that doesn't give her the right to just barge in like an orc or something and take all the attention!" I rambled away to my tailoring trainer, Keelen. He listened to me as he always does, for business within the clothing world can be slow at times.

"The nerve of some people." Oh, Keelen, how I loved him. "I mean, the least she could do was mention something that you all as a family could do, right?"

"Exactly!" I exclaimed. If anyone finds someone more supportive than Keelen Sheets in Azeroth I shall pay them one billion gold, for I am that positive anyone who tries will fail. I sighed. "Thank you for the lesson, but I should probably sell some of this stuff in an auction house." The five robes and two pairs of enchanted pants suddenly felt like weights in my bag.

"Of course, of course, make money, get more supplies, make more clothes, get more experience, sell them for more money, and come back to me for tutoring!" We both laughed. That really was the cycle I went through on sometimes a day to day basis.

"Oh, Keelen, I shall never find another tailor master in all of the Horde cities! You are the greatest!" I felt what I was saying to be very true. I mean, I've had to travel to Undercity a few times because I am supposed to be camping in Hillsbrad, and I even tried to get training from Josephine Lister. It was a terrible fail. I couldn't understand her at all! You might think she would at least want to get a lower jaw or something from a barber (I hear they sell quite a few of those). I tried again in Tarren Mill, the Horde placement in Hillsbrad, but Daryl Stack just wasn't good enough. Ultimately I decided no undead. The undead are ultimately my brethren, my Horde family, the people who accepted the Sin'dorei into the Horde after we were totally screwed over by the Alliance. When it comes to my learning, though, I've just decided no tailor training from them. That's all. Anything else, I've all ears, even if they don't. I tried Orgrimmar, but Magar isn't a listener like Keelen. He only trains me and says "Good bye, elf", that's all! So I didn't even bother meeting any different orcs. Oh, and don't get me started on Thunder Bluff! Tepa was so understanding and patient of all my mistakes, how am I to learn anything? Keelen may be supportive of my personal problems, but when it comes to tailoring and cloth making, he expects the best! Plus, she wouldn't gossip about anything. Holy mana, it's as if she believes an Earth Mother is watching her every move!

Oh, wait… Well, whatever. Still no excuse.

"Great to hear it, I hope you figure this thing out with your sister. Al diel shala!" I waved my goodbye. Some other blood elf walked through the arch and into the building and I smiled when I heard Keelen.

"Bal'a dash, malanore!" he exclaimed to the new visitor.

"Alileda Suntreader!" I whipped my head around, wondering who in the world would address me with my full name. No one ever does. It was only one of the warlock trainers. Weird that they would wander, for most trainers stay where they are known to stay. Even more odd that they would know my name. I've barely learned to use my Felsteed!

"Um, hello, Talionia." Talionia, a warlock trainer, wasn't as powerful as the other two trainers. I knew this for a fact. I mean, she could teach all the same as the other two, but it's easy to see which trainer is weakest if you know what to look for. Talionia had red-brown hair. It didn't tumble down in curls like mine did, and it wasn't up in a pony like Eve's. It was sort of bland. It was just down, and she looked a little chunky under all of her robes. I would have turned my nose up to her if she wasn't more powerful than I was, and also if I were the rude type.

"Sinu a'manore," she said, greeting me.

"Is there anything you needed?" I asked quickly.

"We haven't seen you around lately," she answered. Her glowing green eyes darted around the Bazaar nervously. Obviously she wasn't used to anything but Murder Row. Maybe only the warlock's room, even.

"That's because I haven't done much of anything lately!" I snapped. Why would she check on me? Of all the warlocks, of all the blood elf warlocks, she had to bother me.

"It's just that you were coming along so quickly before." Oh, what does she care about how quickly I was once coming along? Sure, at first the rush of experience and the rush of knowledge was quite a giddy feeling, but even if I did fly through training that doesn't mean I shall become the most respectable warlock (Ha! Warlocks, respectable! That is hard for most to believe.) in a matter of days.

"Well, I'll try my best to become most suitable in the name of Warlocks."

"No," she disagreed, shaking her head. "In the name of Sin'dorei. In the name of Suntreader."

A/N: Thank you for reading! And possibly reviewing?

Translations:

Ann'da means Papa (Dad, Father...)

Minn'da means Mama (Mom, Mother...)

Al diel shala means Safe travels

Bal'a dash, malanore means Greetings, traveler

Sinu a'manore means Well met

All tailor trainers mentioned are not of my own creation. They are all real NPCs from in-game WoW. Same with Sylann, the Sieana's cooking trainer.

Thanks again! Happy reading, writing, and reviewing.

~SummerSmilez~