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"Sylvanas Windrunner!"
At the sudden shout of her full name, Sylvanas jolted awake, causing unorganized piles of paperwork to teeter off of her heavy dark oak desk and on to the dark green carpet of her floors.
"HUH- Wha-" The high elf scanned the room through sleep-fogged eyes, finally noticing the smug form of her eldest sister, dressed elegantly in a designer suit rather than her trademark tank top and grass stained pants. She hadn't bothered to tame her wild golden hair, though that came as no surprise.
"Oh, Alleria. Is there a reason you've barged into my private office, which is supposed to be my refuge from you?"
She simply chuckled. "Relax a little, Syl. I've been trying to wake you up for the past 5 minutes. I was about to go tell Little Moon you died."
"You wouldn't dare." Sylvanas warned, leveling an icy glare at her sister "You know she'd sob for days."
Alleria, ever infuriating, simply shrugged.
"She cries at everything. Anyway, Mom sent me to make sure you were ready for the gala tonight." The elder Windrunner's sharp blue eyes took in her sister's sleep-mussed hair, worn old Yale sweatshirt and flannel pants. "I think I'll take that as a no."
Sylvanas let out an exasperated sigh as she forced herself out of her desk chair, wincing at a particularly painful crick in her neck. "Do I have to go? It's just the same old shit every time."
"Of course you do. What's different this time? You jealous I have a date and you don't?" The teasing woman gave her sister an exaggerated look of mock pity. Sylvanas rolled her eyes so hard she was surprised they didn't stick like that.
"No. Actually, I feel bad for her. Keeping you in line isn't easy, y'know."
The shorter elf's blue eyes sparkled with mirth as she barked out a quick laugh. "Yeah, well, Vel doesn't care what I say or who I say it to."
"Ugh. You're the reason Mom's hair is graying."
"And I'm damn proud of it too! It's been hard work." She smirked, slapping her sister's back. "Now, go ahead and get ready before Mom has a heart attack."
"Maybe if you'd get out-" Sylvanas said, bearing her fangs as an annoyed edge took over her tone.
Alleria raised her hands in mock surrender, backing out of the door and leaving her younger sister to pick up the papers on the floor. This wasn't the first time she'd fallen asleep while working, and if the mountain of unfinished paperwork formerly on her desk was indictive, this wouldn't be her last. She sighed, detesting the thought of standing awkwardly in a corner with a glass of wine and forcing a smile all night when she had so much to do.
Oh well. Such was the price of fame. Maybe she'd meet someone to talk to. Or, more likely, she'd be chasing after her siblings as gracefully as she could and trying to clean up any destruction they left in their paths. The tired high elf surrendered herself to this thought as she rubbed the sleep out of her gray eyes and prepared to make the short trek from her office to her room to don her tailored suit.