The scent of lavender always transported Vandrysse back to her Stormwind apartment; in particular, it reminded her of lazy soakings in a clawfoot tub, a window open, bright sunlight leaking through, the sound of traffic on cobblestone streets.
It was a tiny, cozy place that sat on the back edges of the Trade district, facing the canals and the Cathedral district. White interior, polished dark hardwood floors, extreme minimal decoration. The best thing about it was the private balcony, crammed full of pots of various sizes and containing everything from small trees to delicate flowers. On sunny days she’d sunbathe, imaging herself to be far away in some distant, exotic forest.
Perhaps the balcony wasn’t the best thing about it. Her ex had never infected the place with his presence. It had always remained her sanctuary.
As much as Vandrysse was quick to criticize Stormwind and its inhabitants these days, there were times where she missed that apartment dearly …