After another brutal evening in the battlegrounds, I did the only logical thing: I went straight to the Auction House and planted myself at Vynna’s counter like the mana leech I am.
Vynna and I have known each other since we were young. Back in the golden days of Quel’Thalas, long before the Sunwell explosion shattered everything. We were part of the same circle of scholarly-minded Sin’dorei. We’d spend hours talking about the Light, our hopes, and our futures. Life felt so full back then.
Most of those friends are gone now. Some have died, some have changed, some just drifted away.
So I show up at Vynna’s counter and ramble while she’s trying to work. Today it was the Arathi Basin disaster, my more crafting failures, my endless gear anxiety, and the blue ball incident AGAIN. I just couldn’t stop talking.
Vynna kept politely smiling and helping customers, but I could see that familiar tired look in her eyes. The one that says I’m slowly pulling the energy out of the air around her. I was doing that thing again. Talking and talking until she looked like she needed a break.
I don’t have many friends left these days.
Vynna still tolerates me, even when I’m being an absolute drain on her existence. That’s probably the saddest thing I’ve written in a while.
I really need to bring her those mana cookies. Maybe as a thank you. Maybe as an apology for being me.
~Sahsha
(Professional Overthinker and Part-Time Burden)