“Nyah! Perfect!”
Mormel leaned back in the metal chair as a smug smirk spread across her face. She had just finished making a drawing to go along with the wedding invitation. While to others this sketch would appear as nothing more than two goblin shaped stick figures holding hands, in Mormel’s eyes she saw the perfect representation of herself and Rhazin.
“Ha! An’ Rhazin wanted ta be the one ta do the drawin’.”
Sure, Rhazin has that hidden artistic side to him but Mormel had insisted that she should handle everything about the invitations. Not only is Rhazin a guy and liable to mess a delicate matter like this up but Mormel got the feeling he did not appreciate her own drawings. Otherwise why would he have been so adamant about doing his own? Regardless, once he saw her sketch there would be no way to deny her superior artistic prowess.
With a sigh of relief Mormel sat the drawing aside and skimmed the invitation she had written up one more time.
With a satisfied nod Mormel sat the letter down and gazed through the open doorway of her new home at the gently rolling sea of eastern Tanaris. The letter was perfect. The drawing was perfect. The place of the wedding was perfect. Everything about her big day seemed to be coming together quite nicely despite how unexpected it had all been.
Then again a lot of things had happened in Mormel’s life that she had not envisioned occurring. Forming the Boutique and Bar, her side work for the Kor’kron, Bragdus’ betrayal, leaving Orgrimmar and moving into a place haunted by a gnome… heck, even the destruction of Kezan. The scared little girl of shunned demonic cultists had certainly been through a lot. Mormel wondered for a brief moment if her parents would at all be proud of her but quickly dismissed that question upon remembering just how crazy they were.
As Mormel reminisced about all the events of her life she subconsciously caused her hand to move towards her belly. While there were still no visible signs she nonetheless could feel the small life growing inside of her. It was strange really. When Mormel had fled Kezan she was convinced that she would marry a big, beefy orc or a tall, lithe elf. Instead, she ended up with a fellow goblin and was going to be a mother. She was still scared and unsure of herself. However, Mormel had no choice but to cope the best she could. There were other people she cared about in her life now.
“An’ I’ll try ta be a better mother an’ wife than my mom ever was.”
Mormel leaned back in the metal chair as a smug smirk spread across her face. She had just finished making a drawing to go along with the wedding invitation. While to others this sketch would appear as nothing more than two goblin shaped stick figures holding hands, in Mormel’s eyes she saw the perfect representation of herself and Rhazin.
“Ha! An’ Rhazin wanted ta be the one ta do the drawin’.”
Sure, Rhazin has that hidden artistic side to him but Mormel had insisted that she should handle everything about the invitations. Not only is Rhazin a guy and liable to mess a delicate matter like this up but Mormel got the feeling he did not appreciate her own drawings. Otherwise why would he have been so adamant about doing his own? Regardless, once he saw her sketch there would be no way to deny her superior artistic prowess.
With a sigh of relief Mormel sat the drawing aside and skimmed the invitation she had written up one more time.
Wedding Bells in Bilgewater!
Come ya one an’ all ta the most amazing’ weddin’ ever! Mormel, the reignin’ beauty queen of Azeroth, an’ Rhazin, a stud among studs, are scheduled ta be married on Sunday August 10th at 5pm (pacific time) in the bank of Bilgewater Harbor. Reception will be held afterward at the Pleasure Palace… unless it’s too busy an’ will, instead, be held outside at the Bilgewater food court.
There will be cake! There will be flowers! There will be a magic show! There might even be fun sized taurens! So ya should totally come an’ bring your friends… an’ some ‘xpensive weddin’ gifts!
With a satisfied nod Mormel sat the letter down and gazed through the open doorway of her new home at the gently rolling sea of eastern Tanaris. The letter was perfect. The drawing was perfect. The place of the wedding was perfect. Everything about her big day seemed to be coming together quite nicely despite how unexpected it had all been.
Then again a lot of things had happened in Mormel’s life that she had not envisioned occurring. Forming the Boutique and Bar, her side work for the Kor’kron, Bragdus’ betrayal, leaving Orgrimmar and moving into a place haunted by a gnome… heck, even the destruction of Kezan. The scared little girl of shunned demonic cultists had certainly been through a lot. Mormel wondered for a brief moment if her parents would at all be proud of her but quickly dismissed that question upon remembering just how crazy they were.
As Mormel reminisced about all the events of her life she subconsciously caused her hand to move towards her belly. While there were still no visible signs she nonetheless could feel the small life growing inside of her. It was strange really. When Mormel had fled Kezan she was convinced that she would marry a big, beefy orc or a tall, lithe elf. Instead, she ended up with a fellow goblin and was going to be a mother. She was still scared and unsure of herself. However, Mormel had no choice but to cope the best she could. There were other people she cared about in her life now.
“An’ I’ll try ta be a better mother an’ wife than my mom ever was.”
