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The pandaria temples were vast buildings with high ceilings, decorated with local paintings of history and tales. At night, the fountains and wind chimes located within were the only noises able to be heard. It was in this tranquility that the female dwarf looked up at the ceiling of her room and watched the drawings come to life in the candlelight. She had been at the temple for about a month, suggested by the Captain and Xuelan, the pandaren shaman who had been hired by the Captain as his new healer. Gerty protested, telling them that there was no need for her to get any type of rehabilitation, but she knew they were right. Her heartache was too much, especially in this land, where emotions are usually magnified.
Gerty missed Ismay, the girl who left her, but she understood her reasoning. There had been many days in which she chastised the Captain for his illicit actions and lustful desires, but the one time she doesn't feel secure about her relationship was the one time she gave in to temptation, and once Ismay found it, it was over. She didn't blame her. However, she had wished for a second chance that was never going to happen.
What infuriated her more was that Ismay was already running to someone else: Zedain, the Captain's wife's brother; a sin'dorei. It made Gerty wonder if the time they had together was real or just a game for her; an experiment of sorts, but she put that behind her. Ismay was gone.
There were times in which she dreamed of her golden hair and the coy glances she tends to give when she's flirting. To the rest of the world, Ismay is quiet and demure, but when alone, she knows what she wants and usually initiates anything, unless she's scared or still savoring the initial courtship. That's the kind of girl Ismay was. She appreciated the little things. She would rush for a kiss or an embrace, but anything else was going to fast.
Gerty smiled. To many, that would make Ismay a prude, but in Gerty's eyes, it demonstrated that it was Ismay who was always in control.
She missed her blue eyes. For a sailor like Gerty, Ismay's blue eyes were the sea and she felt at home looking into them. And when she spoke, Ismay's soft voice was a soothing lullabye that made a hard day pass.
But those days were gone, and Gerty understood that now. She understood that Ismay belonged to someone else and she had to deal with that. The few times she had been around her, she ignored her, not because Gerty didn't want to talk to her because she did, but because it still hurt. She fought back tears every time she took food to the hut. The Captain knew this and even Ziggly, but they didn't say a word. It wasn't in their nature. Gerty may not be the most feminine woman out at sea, but she still felt more emotional than her companions. She felt it was better to hide those emotions than to look weak in their eyes.
However, that would change soon. She knew it. Her strength was returning and she had a new outlook on life with the meditation and training she was receiving. One day, very soon, she would have the strength to look at Ismay and smile, even say a few words without any remorse or pain. She knew that.
This thought stabilized even more when a furry arm wrapped around Gerty's waist, bringing her back from shadow images she saw on the ceiling and to reality, which was in her bed, under silken sheets, besides her lover. Gerty turned her head and smiled at the pandaren beside her. The female pandaren smiled and moved closer to her. "Where are your thoughts at?" she asked Gerty.
The dwarf smiled and nuzzled in the woman's embrace. "Here with you, Mai," she said, closing her eyes and sighing contently.
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