Dalaran is still one of my favorite cities. Mother didn't visit terribly often, but when she did, and I was lucky enough to be in tow, I looked at the towers and buildings and magic with a level of wonder only children are capable of. Quel'Thalas was beautiful and majestic; Dalaran was marvelous.
Once my brother Taris and I were on our own, we spent many leaves from our Farstrider duties there. The humans were not a new type of creature to us, but the Dalaran humans were their own culture and therefore their own particular type of fascinating. My first crush had been on a Quel'dorei mage older than my mother, which is probably why I found the mages so interesting. Probably why I found him so interesting.
Gravain Thurston. He was a human mage who'd spent all 26 years of his life in Dalaran. I was a Quel'dorei huntress well over a century his elder who had rarely stayed in one place for very long. Not opposites, but certainly not the type of couple most would've expected.
Father said I was a fool to fall in love with such a short lived being. Mother was too busy with a toddling Esper. Taris could've cared less, or if he did, he never once spoke against it.
Gravain's family was quite pleased. No, I wasn't a mage, but my elven blood would lend itself to strengthening the family line considerably.
It was a very small ceremony and perhaps the happiest day of my life. I continued my duties as a Farstrider, but preferring assignments close to my new home. Those 7 years are the years I never hope to lose as I age and memory fails me. We were happy. No children blessed us, and not for lack of trying on our part. As difficult as not building a family was at the time, the Light blessed us in its own way; I know that now.
When Dalaran fell, Gravain fell with it, as did so many others. I was miles and miles away and could do nothing except mourn him. In truth, I am unsure if he may have risen into undeath or not. A corpse was never found, but such was the case for many. Each time I visit the Undercity, I wonder if I will see him. And if I did, would I recognize him even? Love him? I am no longer the woman I was then; too much else has happened to add to my heavy heart.
I have thought of Gravain more often as of late. My new order is based in Hammerfall; the Undercity is the closest large city. So I wonder and remember while I stalk these Highlands. I am hopeful that the Lionsbane will provide the direction my life has lacked since Azeroth was rocking with the news of the Lich King Arthas' fall.
Spring is coming. Perhaps it is coming to my life as well.