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[crymoore]

[ It has been some time since she's had a strong presence over the network, so Jaina knows that this day is as good as any to make an appearance. The good people of Azeroth were estranged from their home, friends, and family, so why not give them a little something? The problem is just what is it she can do to help? The snow is an added touch, but other than that? It isn't as though she can just teleport into everyone's place of residence and leave small gifts like certain others she has her eyes on this strange blue box now, but maybe a message to lift their spirits? Jaina's never been any good at that in this season of all seasons, so maybe just a little message will do.

When the video clicks on, Jaina's sitting some distance away (it's nice having magical projectiles) prim and proper as a lady should. There's a faint hint of a smile (forced to the trained eye) and a wave of her hand. ]

Being so preoccupied as of late has left me to neglect the fact that the Feast of Winter Veil is upon us. While there is no time left to prepare for a feast, I do wish all of those who celebrate it the best of times not only here, but wherever you may go. Please be well and enjoy yourselves today for you have earned it.

[ There's a certain reluctance after that is said, almost as though there were other things she wished to say. Instead, it'll cut out after a flick of her wrist. ]

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[OH SHIT I mean audio]

[deathwarder]

[ The anger beneath the voice's haunted surface is palpable. He does not recognize it offhand, recognize Arthas offhand for who he is, but it still grants even one of his malevolent station pause. He at least knows Death when he hears it.

And this, undeniably, is Death. Perhaps not Death incarnate, but one who wields it well. As such, he words his response with care. ]

It's rather impolite to barge into a personal conversation so suddenly, don't you think?