I knew I was in for it the second I opened the mailbox and saw Abeke’s handwriting looking even more aggressive than usual. The parchment was practically crumpled from how hard she must have gripped it while writing, and the edges smelled faintly of singed herbs and barely-contained rage. My little sister is not happy with me right now.
Here we go…
Attached Letter From Abeke
(Scribbled in aggressive slashes across the back of a crumpled auction house receipt, reeking of singed felweed and pure annoyance)
Sahsha,
I swear to the twisting nether, you are going to be the death of me.
I just got done standing at the Auction House like some pathetic vendor, dumping an entire stack of my best stuff: Flask of the Blood Knights and a whole pile of Light’s Potential potions that I personally crafted as an alchemist. Yeah, the good ones. The ones that actually give me a fighting chance when I’m charging headfirst into the meat grinder like I always do.
I made those for the battlefield, not so we could scrape together a few extra gold for your endless enchants, repairs, and that house plot you keep obsessing over. Those flasks and potions were supposed to keep me alive longer than ten seconds in rated BGs. Now they’re gone because “we’re broke,” according to you.
We’ve never been this broke. Ever. I’m out here grinding herbs until my eyes cross and my glaives feel heavy, crafting between queues like a responsible alchemist, and then you make me turn around and sell the one thing that actually helps me not get absolutely farmed. Why can’t you sell some of that cloth you’re always hoarding like a dragon? Or those half-finished tailoring pieces cluttering up your bags? Why am I always the one who has to sacrifice my shit?
I’m still not fully geared for PvP and those extra stats would’ve made a real difference. Or here’s a wild idea… instead of turning your little sister into a walking auction house stall, why don’t you actually queue some battlegrounds with me for once and pocket heal me like a proper big sister? I do the charging so you don’t have to, remember?
Sell your own damn stuff next time.
~Abeke
(The one who actually uses her consumables on the front lines… or at least used to)
I let out a long sigh that probably aged me another decade. She’s not wrong about the broke part. This gearing grind is brutal and everything costs a fortune right now. But Light’s mercy, she’s dramatic when she’s mad.
I’ll send her back some gold from my latest fishing haul and maybe promise to run a few BGs together soon. Pocket healing my chaotic void-scarred little sister might actually be easier than listening to her complain about being my personal potion salesman.
…Probably.
~Sahsha
(Tired Disc Priest, Professional Babysitter of the Sin’dorei, Reluctant Family Accountant and Potion Enforcer)