Inkeri yawned as she pushed back from the desk, cluttered by tomes and loose parchment, and blinked as her gaze lingered on one battered leather tome.
She reached out and flipped open the cover, grimacing slightly as she took in the almost clumsily written words.
'They say they found me in a lab, that I was probably working or trying to gather my research when the radiation was released, but I don’t remember.
They reassure me that it’s normal, that it was a miracle I was still alive. They tell me others weren’t so lucky, that they were still finding gnomes trapped and sick.
I don’t know this worlds, and yet I do. I don’t recognise these people, and yet I do. They speak of things I don’t remember or different than I remember.
I want to leave, they say I can soon. I want to find a new place for me, in this familiar and strange world. Perhaps I will go to Dalaran, I apparently studied there for some time though I can barely remember.
Will it help to walk familiar, but strange streets? Will I remember or will I be disappointed again? I guess we’ll have to see.’
She remembers first walking the streets of Dalaran, of it being familiar and different, of feeling lost in a world that had changed around her, and she remembers the flier about the Botany Band, Alunaria’s kindness, Dulvarinn’s welcome, gently teasing, the wonder of botany.
She remembers a hand extended in welcome, an offer of friends and family, she remembers taking it and never regretting it.
She traces the words, her words, with her fingers and smiles a little.
She wasn’t the same lost and confused gnome, and she knew it was thanks to her new friends–her new family.
She shakes her head slightly, letting the journal close as she turns to the other tomes. She had other things to concern herself with after all, research and magic, and–!!
The explosion made her wince and her table to tremble was quickly followed by a burst of gleeful laughter.
And wayward mages to herd into some sort of order.
A deep chuckle echos in the back of her mind as she stood and took her staff, her blue eyes narrows as she began heading towards the sound of laughter and explosions.
At least someone was amused by her head-ache, she grumbles to herself.