@toomany-elves @keynelis

tannertan36

Origami Around

No title available

if i look back, i am lost
occasionally subtle
Sweet Seals For You, Always
hello vonnie
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
we're not kids anymore.
Sade Olutola
trying on a metaphor
AnasAbdin

izzy's playlists!

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Show & Tell

@theartofmadeline

Janaina Medeiros
h
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Cosimo Galluzzi

seen from Mexico
seen from United Arab Emirates

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
@keynelis
@toomany-elves @keynelis
“ unexpected guest “ And suddenly Key appeared again.
Send me “ unexpected guest “ for my muse ( receiver’s ) to find your muse ( sender’s ) asleep in mine’s bed, injured and exhausted, after having broken into my muse’s home.
In the evening the harbour was drowning in waves of red sunlight- it had been a hot day, summer was yet not gone and the heat had washed over Booty Bay sticky and uncomfortable until every breath was heavy and every move was exhausting. Now- finally, eventually, thanks then Light!- a fresh breeze was traveling from the by the eveninglight dyed red water into the town that made breathing easier. Still in the buildings it was still warm and the air was so heavy it felt as if it could be drunk like syrup when Mar made her way up the stairs to the small chamber she had rented for the time she was working in the harbour town. At this hour the corridor was empty, long shadow drew lines like drawn with cole over the uneven wooden planks until to the last room of the corridor that was her chamber.
The door to her chamber , skewed and wiered and one end bigger than the other yet of a height just perfect for the short halforc, stood only ajar in its frame. From one moment to another the Halforcs freckled ears jolted up as if she was a alerted deer and she grabbed for the hilt of the axe in her belt, every single one of her muscles tensed and ready to react to a attack. Mar knew the door should be locked. Mar knew she had locked the door. Mar always locked the door. Slowly, quietly Mar creeped forward, her hand around the axe, slightly leaned forward like a carnivore and the flecks of red light shimmering on the wooden boards beneath. There was nothing of Mar that would be worth stealing- the little money she had she had always with her with the golden ring of the worth of a proper burial in her left ear as a last resort and her hauberk, shield, spear and axe also always in her hand the only thing that could be of worth would be her clothes- her skrautklæði: the red dress with the coat, cloak and pelt, the long tunic with the deep blue trousers that had been so expensive to dye- to steal and sell. Therefor the person who had broken into her chamber was not there to steal soemthing from her, but they were there to meet her and as they had not seeked her out on her workplace it was probably suppose to be a attack. Of course , she could now just turn around and seek out the Innkeeper so they could call the townguards and get rid of the intruder. Of course, she could just wait there in the corridor for the intruder to suprise and confront them as soon as they stepped out of her chamber and see her waiting for them. Of course, she could do all that as this would be the two smartest options. Of course, she could do all that as this would be the two smartest options, but the innkeeper would laugh at her face and telling her to handle her own buisness since their other patrons did not wantd to guards in the inn. Of course, she could do all that as this would be the two smartest options, but even when she had the suprise effect on her side on the corridor, the thought of someone going through her belongings, as worthless as they were, made her restless and impatient like a hungry wolf. Instead she moved forward and then, quietly, soundless, almost gently opned the door wider with the head of her axe. The chamber was small with a low ceiling and just one small, askew window that she never managed to completly close as much as she pulled on the window and through which red dots of eveninglight fell through on the uneven, wooden floor. There was only a chest in one corner to store her belongings, a wooden bowl, soap and a can of water for washing herself set on top of it, and a bed filled with hay under pelts and thick, woolen blankets. The chest was untouched, the lock on it was still closed and in fact everything in the chamber was untouched beside the bed, which was in fact instead of neatly made untidy, messy and occupied.
The bed was too small for him, so he had had to curl up like a kitten with the too short blankets layn over him and his blue hoofs hanging over the end of the bed. Streaks of straw had slided from under the blankets up to him and poked like golden strains out of his hair and somwhen in the time he had lay in the bed, her pillow had fallen out of the bed so now he was hugging a heap of hay that poked in his bearded cheek.
Without her wanting to the Halforc let go of a breath she did not knew she had been holding.
A moment later her shoulders relaxed, the grasp around the hilt of her axe eased and she took a deep a little trembling breath, shaking off the alertness like a too heavy cloak as she walked over to the small bed. Flecks of eveningred danced like splinters of coloured glass over the wooden floor, the bed and the pitiful heap of clothes and blankets that was Keynelis when Mar reached out for him, but stopped inches before his shoulder and then pulled her small hand back to cross her arms behind her back. "...you are aware, Sir Keynelis, that this is not even my home but that I had rented this chamber?", clearing her throat a little too stiff and loud to appear natural the Halforc knelt down beside the bed so she would be able to see in the others eyes, her gloved hands folded on the edge of the bed but carefully to not touch him, not without his premission. A worried frown drew a long line like a scar between her thick eyebrows and she asked a little gentler, a little more quiet, a little less stern: "Are you alright?"
[ @toomany-elves | @keynelis ]
His ear would twitch in the nest that his hair and the straw had become, a long moment before his bleary gaze would meet Mar's, pain and exhaustion hanging over his eyes like clouds yet still a weak smile curled at the edges of his lips when she came into focus. His own weak fingers twitching towards hers at the edge of the bed as he let out a croaking sound one made when they were sleeping far deeper than they needed to be before waking, a futile clearing of his throat as for just a moment the haze of exhaustion almost overtook him again. Blinking blearily he finally managed to speak, the words seeming to drag out of his throat "first..person I knew..could turn to..around here..", his trailed off lips twisting towards a half-grin before he grimaced in pain "Might..have gotten your bed bloody..I'm sorry. I didn't want..chance trying to get home." His eyes slipped shut again tiredly, brows furrowed as he quietly tried to focus on just breathing. On not saying he didn't want to be alone, didn't want his daughter to see him like this perhaps. Because he certainly did not seem alright everything from eyes to his skin would be far too pale, the normally warm blue almost seeming grey in the low light, and should she look closer the too-small blankets seemed to stick to him far more than they should. His wound was hidden for now though the evidence of it was far too clear.
@shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
What color are you?
Your Result:green
oh, darling. you only chose to wear green because someone told you you look good in it. it's much the same with the rest of your life- you give advice, you're good at giving advice, and you're good at being everything they need from you. when is the last time you weren't useful? when is the last time you weren't cunning, and biting, and brilliant? when is the last time you thanked yourself?
tagged by @halforc-mercenary
Tagging: the void
Starter For @toomany-elves | @keynelis !
Autumn arrived early and suddenly this year- one day the late summerheat had dyed the air in a deep ochre as if gold-theards had been weaved into the air, and the next morning the dewdrops hanging in the large spiderwebs weaved between the branches of the forest had frozen to small icedrops that looked in the dull morninglight like clear crystals. The morningair was cold, almost freezing and creeped up Mars feet like icy hands when she returned from her morningjog to the small camp where Come-Here greeted her with a quiet neighing that was promptly drowned again as the burro did not wasted a second and burried her muzzle in the of dew wet grass.
Before the Halforc had left for the morningjog she had put a kettle of porridge with milk over the campfire so now the porridge, freshly cooked and smelling of milk and cooked fruits sweetly like a parfume, the breakfast greeted her happily gurgling. Keynelis was already awake sitting by the fire and Mar hasty lowered her head to hide the small smile that sneaked over her freckled face when she saw him. “Good morning,”, she mumbled quietly and carefully she placed the small peaceflower she had plucked on her morningjog beside the mans leg on the treetrunk, before she sat down on the pelt she had put beside the fire. The coolness of the morning had yet not left and the frozen grass chinked like crystalglass under Mars weight. It was quiet, only the gurgling of the porridge and the quiet huffing of the Talbuk, the pony and Come-Here echoed through the small glade. “Si-”, Mar started and stopped, the word ‘Sir’ stuck in her throat like a clot. She thought about the warmth of his body when they had lied together under the layers of blankets in the tent, she thought about his arm laying around her, she thought about this arm pulling her closer in his sleep so they could sleep chest to chest. Without her wanting to, the Halforc pulled the hood of her Gugel deep down in her stark freckled face: “…Keynelis, have you ever been to a Ting in the Highlands?” “Listen, its getting colder and with that I will need to start looking for a permanent occupation for the coming Winter-”, Mar cleared her throat stiffly. It was a simple rhythmn in her kind of work, in spring and summer wars were lead since the Soldiers would loot from the fields like robbers and people as Mar was one would defend those fields from the Soldiers who behaved like robbers, yet in late autumn after the harvest had been brought in no wars were lead since there were no fields that could be looted to feed a army so people as Mar was one had to get a longer occupation away from the icy roads and cold encampments where the winterfrost could much too easy sneak past layers of cloth on skin and into veins until everything was cold and dead: “-and you will return to little Astarii in Dalaran? She probably already misses you.” Mar thought that she would miss him too when he would be in Dalaran and she in a Noblemans service as a Guard. The thougth was suddenly there, making the young woman flinch like from a sudden shock of electricity and promptly she sat up,clearing her throat awkwardly. Stop this!, she scolded herself in her mind as if she was a stupid little child: What are you?! A lightdamned crushing fool?! Mars eyes flicked over to Keynelis, wandered over his face, the form of his mouth, the shape of his nose, the eyes with the long lashes that were as pale as frost, then hasty as if she was ashamed the woman looked back at the fire with a frustrated grunt. Grimly the Halforc pulled the Hood of her Gugel deeper down in her stark freckled face: “…before that I need to go to the Autumn-Ting. Do you want to accompany me?”
Key had woken to the smell of cooking porridge, the sweet milk and fruit coaxing him from the warmth of Mar’s tent until he found himself rubbing bleary eyes by the fire, his tendencies to freeze everything not exactly as helpful as it was during the summer as the mornings and evening turned cold leaving him to rub his hands together and slowly shift a bit closer to the source of warmth with a soft grumble in his throat. Fingers combing through the long strands of his Hair he looked up at Come-here’s greeting bray, warmth in the smile he offered to Mar as she came closer “Good morning.” he replied softly, surprise on his face when he saw her place the flower beside him though he was quick to pick it up with delicate fingers and begin working it into the braid he was tying back by his ear “thank you.” he murmured focusing on his task as he listened to her settle by the fire, a peaceful silence settling over him before his ear twitched at her stutter “Hm?” he questioned tying off the braid and letting it fall as he turned his attention on Mar. Head tilting as he listened a curious expression settling on his features, questions he held itching to escape though he waited until she was done speaking. “I would be happy to accompany you.” he assured first before his left ear twitched slightly and the questions started “What is a Ting.” he sounded the word out slowly, trying to pronounce it as Mar had despite the unknown meaning of it “Is it a..festival of the highlands?” at the mention of Astarii he let out a soft grunt and nodded “She will be on break from her studies soon..I did promise her a trip to see great father winter..” he mused with a shake of his head “apparently her classmates have been telling her tales of flying deer.” he trailed off as if trying to decide how best to approach that particular belief before seeming to shake himself slightly back into the present as he gained a splash of darker color over his cheeks making his clear his throat as he tried to will the blush away “E-Either way..I still have some time, and I would rather enjoy accompanying you..and learning more about what an autumn-ting is..” @shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
Keynelis soft grunt made Mar almost laugh and she hasty hide the amused grin behind a stark freckled hand and looked down, although the almost michievious glimmer in her eyes was unmistakeable even if she tried her best to hide it: “There is still enough time until Greatfather Winter is around to be visited. And Then little Astarii would probably have a lot of fun on a day-trip from Stormwind to Ironforge to see Greatfather Winter and Ironforge with its Halls of Knowledge and everyhinge else the city has to offer.“ For a second the young woman felt relieved- relieved that the other was coming with her, relieved that he would be happy to accompany her, relieved that he would have a funny wintertime with his daughter. Then the worry returned and closed around her stomach like a brutal hand, squashing, squashing, squashing all her inside.
“A Ting is not a festival its..-”, she started before a heavy frown drew a line as deep as a scar on her freckled face: “-A formal meeting between everyone?” “Four times a year every Clan, Tribe, citymember or isolated Farmer comes to a place in the Highlands and there are held courtday, the coming year is planned, pacts about trading are made, marriages and are planned, convenants are made, political matters are discussed…”, the Halforc explained- when she had been a child she had been put for the days of the Ting with all the other villages children in the care of the villages Völva and had alwas thought the Ting was something secret, something special, something magical: “Its mostly ends with the Tribechiefs agreeing on the fact that the Trolls are still biting, people have to prepare for a coming war, that the harvest should be better, that the sheepheards need to be breeded bigger and that last year the youth was yet not so disrespectful.” “Usually the first four days are courtdays and the people whos case are not discussed yet end up drinking like lightdammed dwarfs until they are called to present their case.”, she continued and remembered that years later when she had been for the first time allowed to come to the Ting, she had been disappointed by what she had been seeing like the child she nolonger had been would be disappointed to find their dreams and fantasys unfullfilled. Grimly the young woman bared one sharp tusks and under her hood her ears automatically pinnend backlike the ears of a annoyed deer: “So aye, some very stupid people who have nothing to lose could see the Ting as a festival.” Mar had not nothing to lose. The thought alone made something that felt like a knife turn in her guts and spread a feeling of anxiety through her veins where it burned like acid. She really had not nothing to lose. Letting go of a long, tensed breath through clenched jaws the young woman lowered her head in a hinted bow: “You honour me with your company, Keynelis.” [ @toomany-elves | @keynelis ]
Key nodded with a slightly amused tilt to his lips now “that is true..though I can imagine her asking great father winter to not let me take her to the library.” he sighed good naturedly “But it will be a nice trip either way I am sure..” he trailed off thinking about the last time he had been to the mountain city, with it’s burning forge and tiny inn rooms that he had not thought to see if other travelers stayed at beforehand, incorrectly assuming that it might be somewhat built for his size. Though watching Mar his brows drew together slightly in confusion, head tilting as he listened to the explanation, why would mar need to go to a gathering for a court? he mused before the question was phrased as delicately as he could “are you going there...to find work guarding for the winter? or is there another matter you have to attend to?” he asked voice soft as if afraid he might be picking at a thorny issue. Shifting to get a bit more comfortable he turned more towards Mar “It sounds like fairly serious if long winded meetings..I did not think but you do work as a scribe do you have to go and record what happens? or is it all verbal agreements for the coming year?” he mused before blinking at her, that touch of confusion on his face again “Of course Mar, I would go anywhere you asked of me if I can.” Tilting his head slightly he offered he a small smile before looking to the fire “but first breakfast, I assume we will need to start heading towards where the Ting will be held soon yes? or do we need to stop elsewhere first to gather supplies of some kind?” @shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
Starter For @toomany-elves | @keynelis !
Autumn arrived early and suddenly this year- one day the late summerheat had dyed the air in a deep ochre as if gold-theards had been weaved into the air, and the next morning the dewdrops hanging in the large spiderwebs weaved between the branches of the forest had frozen to small icedrops that looked in the dull morninglight like clear crystals. The morningair was cold, almost freezing and creeped up Mars feet like icy hands when she returned from her morningjog to the small camp where Come-Here greeted her with a quiet neighing that was promptly drowned again as the burro did not wasted a second and burried her muzzle in the of dew wet grass.
Before the Halforc had left for the morningjog she had put a kettle of porridge with milk over the campfire so now the porridge, freshly cooked and smelling of milk and cooked fruits sweetly like a parfume, the breakfast greeted her happily gurgling. Keynelis was already awake sitting by the fire and Mar hasty lowered her head to hide the small smile that sneaked over her freckled face when she saw him. “Good morning,”, she mumbled quietly and carefully she placed the small peaceflower she had plucked on her morningjog beside the mans leg on the treetrunk, before she sat down on the pelt she had put beside the fire. The coolness of the morning had yet not left and the frozen grass chinked like crystalglass under Mars weight. It was quiet, only the gurgling of the porridge and the quiet huffing of the Talbuk, the pony and Come-Here echoed through the small glade. “Si-”, Mar started and stopped, the word ‘Sir’ stuck in her throat like a clot. She thought about the warmth of his body when they had lied together under the layers of blankets in the tent, she thought about his arm laying around her, she thought about this arm pulling her closer in his sleep so they could sleep chest to chest. Without her wanting to, the Halforc pulled the hood of her Gugel deep down in her stark freckled face: “…Keynelis, have you ever been to a Ting in the Highlands?” “Listen, its getting colder and with that I will need to start looking for a permanent occupation for the coming Winter-”, Mar cleared her throat stiffly. It was a simple rhythmn in her kind of work, in spring and summer wars were lead since the Soldiers would loot from the fields like robbers and people as Mar was one would defend those fields from the Soldiers who behaved like robbers, yet in late autumn after the harvest had been brought in no wars were lead since there were no fields that could be looted to feed a army so people as Mar was one had to get a longer occupation away from the icy roads and cold encampments where the winterfrost could much too easy sneak past layers of cloth on skin and into veins until everything was cold and dead: “-and you will return to little Astarii in Dalaran? She probably already misses you.” Mar thought that she would miss him too when he would be in Dalaran and she in a Noblemans service as a Guard. The thougth was suddenly there, making the young woman flinch like from a sudden shock of electricity and promptly she sat up,clearing her throat awkwardly. Stop this!, she scolded herself in her mind as if she was a stupid little child: What are you?! A lightdamned crushing fool?! Mars eyes flicked over to Keynelis, wandered over his face, the form of his mouth, the shape of his nose, the eyes with the long lashes that were as pale as frost, then hasty as if she was ashamed the woman looked back at the fire with a frustrated grunt. Grimly the Halforc pulled the Hood of her Gugel deeper down in her stark freckled face: “…before that I need to go to the Autumn-Ting. Do you want to accompany me?”
Key had woken to the smell of cooking porridge, the sweet milk and fruit coaxing him from the warmth of Mar’s tent until he found himself rubbing bleary eyes by the fire, his tendencies to freeze everything not exactly as helpful as it was during the summer as the mornings and evening turned cold leaving him to rub his hands together and slowly shift a bit closer to the source of warmth with a soft grumble in his throat. Fingers combing through the long strands of his Hair he looked up at Come-here’s greeting bray, warmth in the smile he offered to Mar as she came closer “Good morning.” he replied softly, surprise on his face when he saw her place the flower beside him though he was quick to pick it up with delicate fingers and begin working it into the braid he was tying back by his ear “thank you.” he murmured focusing on his task as he listened to her settle by the fire, a peaceful silence settling over him before his ear twitched at her stutter “Hm?” he questioned tying off the braid and letting it fall as he turned his attention on Mar. Head tilting as he listened a curious expression settling on his features, questions he held itching to escape though he waited until she was done speaking. “I would be happy to accompany you.” he assured first before his left ear twitched slightly and the questions started “What is a Ting.” he sounded the word out slowly, trying to pronounce it as Mar had despite the unknown meaning of it “Is it a..festival of the highlands?” at the mention of Astarii he let out a soft grunt and nodded “She will be on break from her studies soon..I did promise her a trip to see great father winter..” he mused with a shake of his head “apparently her classmates have been telling her tales of flying deer.” he trailed off as if trying to decide how best to approach that particular belief before seeming to shake himself slightly back into the present as he gained a splash of darker color over his cheeks making his clear his throat as he tried to will the blush away “E-Either way..I still have some time, and I would rather enjoy accompanying you..and learning more about what an autumn-ting is..” @shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
Where could that kid have got to?
(via)
@toomany-elves + @keynelis
♧: Your muse playing with their hair♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
The morning by the sea was cold, thick, heavy mist crawled like a grey carnivore from the waves and cricled their camp soundlessly, waiting, lurking. The tent had been swallowed by the mist as if swallowed by a grey whale.Something had woken Mar up. Something had woken Mar up, but she could not remember. Something had woken Mar up, but even as she tried, she could barely open her eyes. Tieredness lay heavy like a blanket over her and here where she lay was it warm and comfortable and welcoming quiet.Pale, almost white light fell through her tenwall and dyed the inside of the tent - the bed made of blankets and pelts, their bags, their cloth on the ground- in a deep whitish grey that seemed to swallow every spark of colour like an eager mouth. In the night Mar had as always rolled closer to Keynelis, her forehead leaned against his back, one arm around his waist, but now she had woken up with her forehead against his chest and his chin over her head. For a moment she lay there, quietly breathing with the coldness of the morning tickling her nose like icy fingers. “…I could make breakfast. We still have milk and fresh pears left.”, Mar said eventually, in the coolness of the morning hanging like a veil in the tent her breath left a white cloud in the air, but under the blankets it was still warm. She had tasks to do, Mar knew, there were so many things to do now to use this day. Still her small hand played thoughtlessly with a strain of white hair that had fallen over Keynelis shoulder to his chest and before her nose. Somwhere outside the tent, past the warm sanctuary of the blankets, past the tentwall, past the small glade with the fireplace she heard a quiet rustling of waves that was calm like a lullaby.Keynelis only mumbled something Mar did not understood, maybe still asleep while Mar carefully turned the strain of white hair around her finger. She had duties to fullfill, things to do, tasks to follow for this day. The only sound between them were their breaths, drawing white lines in the cool air. “It would not need long, just making a fire, broiling the milk and putting porridge and the pears in it to soak. Its simple.”, the young woman continued and was not sure if she was still talking to Keynelis or tried to convince herself that indeed it would not need much time and indeed it was time to move and indeed it was time to start the day. Keynelis chest against whichs Mars forehead leaned , rose and sunk calmly, gently, barely noticeable, as she mumbled:“I could also put up tea to broil and feed my horses and the talbuk.”Keynelis did not moved, his arm still lay around her waist and one of his fingers drew idle patterns on the back of her tunic. With a sigh Mar carefully pulled one of the blankets farer up Keynelis shoulder,until only her nose and her wild head of hair was sticking out as if she was a child hiding under the blankets. Moments ticked by silently, only measured in their quiet breaths.
“…We are near the coast, do you remember? Only maybe ten minutes away through the forest.”,by this time Mars eyes had fallen closed again, her limbs felt heavy like stone and the hand holding one of Keynelis strains of hair lay open and moveless between his chest and her face: “Its the season for seabuckthorn and I could add this to the porridge, too. Its sour tasting, but healthy.”When Mar had been a child the trees with the yellow fruits had been growing by the cast fo the Highlands she had grown up at, the branches with the yellow fruits like pearls of gold against the grey water and mist of the bay. She had often gathered the berries and they had been used for jam, broiling and to spice mead with their juice. Maybe, Mar thought, she could gather more than needed for breakfast and preserve them in their own juice so Keynelis and her could eat them over the next weeks for vitamines. Maybe, when she would stand up, she could just throw over her coat and could go barefoot down to the coast to feel the waves tickle over her toes. Maybe, when she would stand up, she could take Keynelis along, since she wondered if Keynelis had ever tried seabuckthorn berries. Maybe, if she would stood up, she would take Keynelis along and she would see him making funny faces over the seabuckthorn berries sourness that tasted as if one had bitten into a zitrone.Maybe, maybe, maybe. The word maybe hung between them like a far away echo. “I can still hear the waves.”, the Halforc breathed out and her words left a long white line in the air like a line drawn with chalk. She had not moved a inch since she had woken up, her freckled face nuzzled in Keynelis chest while listening to his breathing that was in the tact of the far away ocean:“… And the sea smells nice.”Mar did not knew if she had said this out loud or just thought about it.
[ @toomany-elves | @keynelis ]
Keynelis breathing didn’t change as her voice trailed off softly, though a smile curled gently at the corners of his lips as a single eye cracked open to peer down at her, the tip of her nose peeking out making a quiet chuckle rumble in his chest though he made no move to tug the blankets down and expose them to the day. If anything his arm around her waist tightened just that little bit more to bring her closer, his head tilted down to nuzzle his face into her curls “mmm..it does smell nice in the morning.” Ears twitching at the distant sound of sea birds and the waves washing up on shore just making him more content to stay wrapped there in Mar’s tent, the morning seeming to pause and leave them to relax before the start of the day “it can wait yes? they do not need fed now.” he whispered the fingers on the back of her tunic attempting lull her back into sleep.
@shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
“..hm.”, one of the young womans stark freckled ears flicked up , peeking out from under the blankets and turning in Keynelis direction. She opned her eyes just a little to look up to him, the grey light falling through the tentwall was pale and had dyed his hair greyish as if it was made of silver. There was a worried line appearing between Mars thick eyebrows that turned as deep as a scar: “…So you are awake. Did I woke you up? My apologize.” She let him pull her closer, moving her arm to wrap around him so they were laying chest to chest. Keynelis calm breathing was a quiet lullaby, barely hearable but so close to him easily noticeable. Far away she heard the sea rushing against the coast as if the ocean was breathing in and out in the tact of the waves,pulling the waves in, pushing them away again.Moments passed by slowly, as thick as syrup. “Good morning.”, the young womans voice was nothing but a quiet whisper, she was thinking while a blush as dark as ink slowly creeped from her neck into her cheeks until her freckles almost drowned in the blackness. Then, carefully, shyly, Mar stretched her neck and breathed a small peck on the others brearded chin so carefully as if he was made of glass, only to then hasty pull back until the tip of her nose in the warm sanctuary under the blankets; “ Did you slept wel-?”
The next second the tentflap was ripped open when Come-Here pushed her head into the tent accompanied by a wave if icy cold air that tasted as much of seasalt as it felt harsh from salt on the little bit of Mars face that stuck out from under the blankets. The burro neighed happily, wagging her tail like a little puppy while greeting the Halforcs with a very loud and very uncomfortable: “Ew-aaaaah!” [ @toomany-elves | @keynelis ]
The quiet smile on his lips only stretched farther as he noticed her looking up at him, both eyes slowly opened against the silvered morning as he chuckles softly again “Good morning.” he murmured voice just as her’s though he leaned just a tad closer, perhaps braver in this quiet morning light to press a soft kiss to her forehead before murmuring “You did not wake me up..I have been awake a little while.” Pulling back to watch her, slowly following the dark blush as it swallowed up her freckles, for once his own did not join hers as he hummed softly “I slept very-” the loud ‘Ew-aaaaah!′ seemed to shatter the quiet morning, though after he froze in place ears jolting up he only laughed, pulling away from Mar slightly to prop himself up on an elbow, shivering as the cold morning air rushed over his skin “Well good Morning Come-here.” Looking back down at Mar he smiled “Perhaps I was wrong..It seems she is wanting to be fed now.” he chuckled softly, his own happy smile aimed just at her as he tucked a strand of silvered hair behind his ear “If you will start the fire I can put on tea..and those berries you mentioned sound..interesting.”
@shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
♧: Your muse playing with their hair♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
The morning by the sea was cold, thick, heavy mist crawled like a grey carnivore from the waves and cricled their camp soundlessly, waiting, lurking. The tent had been swallowed by the mist as if swallowed by a grey whale.Something had woken Mar up. Something had woken Mar up, but she could not remember. Something had woken Mar up, but even as she tried, she could barely open her eyes. Tieredness lay heavy like a blanket over her and here where she lay was it warm and comfortable and welcoming quiet.Pale, almost white light fell through her tenwall and dyed the inside of the tent - the bed made of blankets and pelts, their bags, their cloth on the ground- in a deep whitish grey that seemed to swallow every spark of colour like an eager mouth. In the night Mar had as always rolled closer to Keynelis, her forehead leaned against his back, one arm around his waist, but now she had woken up with her forehead against his chest and his chin over her head. For a moment she lay there, quietly breathing with the coldness of the morning tickling her nose like icy fingers. “…I could make breakfast. We still have milk and fresh pears left.”, Mar said eventually, in the coolness of the morning hanging like a veil in the tent her breath left a white cloud in the air, but under the blankets it was still warm. She had tasks to do, Mar knew, there were so many things to do now to use this day. Still her small hand played thoughtlessly with a strain of white hair that had fallen over Keynelis shoulder to his chest and before her nose. Somwhere outside the tent, past the warm sanctuary of the blankets, past the tentwall, past the small glade with the fireplace she heard a quiet rustling of waves that was calm like a lullaby.Keynelis only mumbled something Mar did not understood, maybe still asleep while Mar carefully turned the strain of white hair around her finger. She had duties to fullfill, things to do, tasks to follow for this day. The only sound between them were their breaths, drawing white lines in the cool air. “It would not need long, just making a fire, broiling the milk and putting porridge and the pears in it to soak. Its simple.”, the young woman continued and was not sure if she was still talking to Keynelis or tried to convince herself that indeed it would not need much time and indeed it was time to move and indeed it was time to start the day. Keynelis chest against whichs Mars forehead leaned , rose and sunk calmly, gently, barely noticeable, as she mumbled:“I could also put up tea to broil and feed my horses and the talbuk.”Keynelis did not moved, his arm still lay around her waist and one of his fingers drew idle patterns on the back of her tunic. With a sigh Mar carefully pulled one of the blankets farer up Keynelis shoulder,until only her nose and her wild head of hair was sticking out as if she was a child hiding under the blankets. Moments ticked by silently, only measured in their quiet breaths.
“…We are near the coast, do you remember? Only maybe ten minutes away through the forest.”,by this time Mars eyes had fallen closed again, her limbs felt heavy like stone and the hand holding one of Keynelis strains of hair lay open and moveless between his chest and her face: “Its the season for seabuckthorn and I could add this to the porridge, too. Its sour tasting, but healthy.”When Mar had been a child the trees with the yellow fruits had been growing by the cast fo the Highlands she had grown up at, the branches with the yellow fruits like pearls of gold against the grey water and mist of the bay. She had often gathered the berries and they had been used for jam, broiling and to spice mead with their juice. Maybe, Mar thought, she could gather more than needed for breakfast and preserve them in their own juice so Keynelis and her could eat them over the next weeks for vitamines. Maybe, when she would stand up, she could just throw over her coat and could go barefoot down to the coast to feel the waves tickle over her toes. Maybe, when she would stand up, she could take Keynelis along, since she wondered if Keynelis had ever tried seabuckthorn berries. Maybe, if she would stood up, she would take Keynelis along and she would see him making funny faces over the seabuckthorn berries sourness that tasted as if one had bitten into a zitrone.Maybe, maybe, maybe. The word maybe hung between them like a far away echo. “I can still hear the waves.”, the Halforc breathed out and her words left a long white line in the air like a line drawn with chalk. She had not moved a inch since she had woken up, her freckled face nuzzled in Keynelis chest while listening to his breathing that was in the tact of the far away ocean:“… And the sea smells nice.”Mar did not knew if she had said this out loud or just thought about it.
[ @toomany-elves | @keynelis ]
Keynelis breathing didn’t change as her voice trailed off softly, though a smile curled gently at the corners of his lips as a single eye cracked open to peer down at her, the tip of her nose peeking out making a quiet chuckle rumble in his chest though he made no move to tug the blankets down and expose them to the day. If anything his arm around her waist tightened just that little bit more to bring her closer, his head tilted down to nuzzle his face into her curls “mmm..it does smell nice in the morning.” Ears twitching at the distant sound of sea birds and the waves washing up on shore just making him more content to stay wrapped there in Mar’s tent, the morning seeming to pause and leave them to relax before the start of the day “it can wait yes? they do not need fed now.” he whispered the fingers on the back of her tunic attempting lull her back into sleep.
@shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯
The kitten was as grey as a dustbobble and darted over the street between peoples feet and rolling cartwheels nimble like a flea.
However, whenever she was about to reach the safe sideline of the paved street a pair of feet stepped into her way or a horses hoof crushed as loud as thunder down before her on the street right before her tiny nose and made the small cat scuttle back in shock, forcing the kitten to again start her odyssee from one side of the street to the other. The sun at this late afternoon hung low, only a heavy golden circle that had almost vanished behind the roofs of the buildings build along the street like guards. It was warm and the dust on the street sticked to Mar like a uncomfortable second skin as she eventually saw the small cat out of the corner of her eyes, darting between the feet of the passengers like a grey mouse. And then the kitten scuttled right before a carts wheel.
In the blink of an eye Mar had swirled around and only a second later she was on her knees, scooping up the small cat, just in time to turn to the carts wheel that was now filling her vision completly, ready to break her bones under the carts weight like brittle branches.
Then a hand grabbed the back of Mars collar and pulled her off the street with such a force, Mar swore she heard her own spine moan in protest. The small kitten was a warm boundle, as soft as velvet, and the Halforc held it with one hand before her chest when she promptly turned around, her free hand grabbing for the hilt of her sword: “Who-?!”
Keynelis released her collar with stiff fingers, heart still pounding in his chest like a hammer as the same sound filled his ears. His lips were turned down, tusks for once bared slightly with his worried scowl as he looked her over for injury “What were you doing!” The words more harsh than even his coldest moments took him by surprise, eyes widening as he took a step back as if to catch the words before she would hear them,“I-I..” he cut himself off with a soft growl the pounding of his heart and ears finally slowing enough he might hear her, though now his mind was filling with more noise at his own stupidity ‘she could have been hurt, could be hurt and you yell at her, idiot’
Eyes darting down to look her over he finally spotted the little ball grey ball of fluff, the kitten making him blink as slowly he understood the ‘why’ of her darting towards a cart “I’m sorry..” he murmured softly dragging his gaze up to met her’s no matter the reaction, after all she did not deserve his harshness no matter the circumstance. “Are you...both alright?” @shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
"( ø∑ø)" I can't wait to read Mar's reactions to these situations *cackles*
Send me a “( ø∑ø)” for our muses to wake up next to each other in the early morning after a One Night Stand together.
Wintermornings in Durotars were far from freezing, yet the morningmist crawling slowly like a hunting carnivore from Ashenvale over the stream and into Ogrimmars valleys was wet and filled the air with the scent of approaching heavy rain. It was this scent that woke her up; wet, heavy, cool, a scent that tickled over her nose and her bare shoulders like damp hands. The winterrains of Durotar were always strong, the winds would pull at the houses roofs like brutal hands and the water would fill the canyons with rivers that had not been there a day ago, but for now it was only the scent that was there and the heavy quietness before the coming storm and this unusual quietness for this loud season was what woke Mar up. The chamber Mar would live in when working for the Goblinmerchant Liloz Shadowgrinder was placed in the cellar of the tradingstation for coolness although a small slit that was a with steelbars protected window was placed on the outer wall right beneath the ceiling, so a thin beam of morninglight that was as grey and thick as the mist fell into the chamber and bleached the spare furniture of its colours. The usually red tiles of the ground were grey, the walls made of rocks were grey, the chest with their belongins was grey and the bed- nothing but a chest filled with dry hay under layers of blankets- was grey too just like the two Halforcs laying sleeping under the layers of blankets had been bleched colourless in the dull morninglight. At least the Mages, whos head lay on Mars bare chest, whos breath tickled over her face, whos skin pressed against her freckled skin and whos long, in the dull light grey looking arm had wrapped around her waist, was still asleep while Mar, feeling his head on her chest, feeling his breath tickle her nose like gentle fingers, feeling his skin against hers, feeling his arm around her waist, was wide awake while wondering:
What was she suppose to do now?
In the Novellas she read such a scene was never mentioned, the couple loved another, spend the night together and such a szene- the small chamber, the simple bed, the untidy on the ground laying clothes, the mess of thoughts running through the young womans head almost panicky- was never written about. So she did not knew what to do, therefor Mar lay there quietly, as if frozen while the scent of rain slowly became heavier, stronger, closer. What was she suppose to do?If Mar would not leave for the market to buy food before the rain reached Ogrimmar, then she woud be caught inside for the rest of the day while the rain would hammer against the walls like angry fists. The thought was new and welcomned since it was very different from the wild whirlwind of thoughts that had no ending and no beginning and gave her eventually a clear thing to do: Go Out. Buy food. Slowly, very slowly she started slide away from the warm cradle that was the place beside Keynelis under the blankets until the warm arm around her waist slipped off her body and released her, so the young woman could eventually sit up. Then, as soon as she was out of the bed Mar noticed how the mans goatlike ears flicked after where she had lay just a second ago and where the sheets had rustled like autumnleafs. Hasty, a little too hasty she noticed so Mar stopped herself the next second, she carefully, quietly she leaned back down to him, mumbling: “…I am just going to get some breakfast for…”us?, the word alone made her guts feel as if a broiling cole was smoldering in her stomach. Awkwardly the Halforc grabbed the blanket and pulled it back over Keynelis bare shoulders to tuck him in, carefully making sure to not touch him as if he was made of glass. “-you and me. Don´t worry and continue sleeping.”Mar remembered that she had also whispered to him the night before, her face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, her breath tickling over his skin. Only thinking about what she had whispered to him made the young woman flinch back as if she had burned herself and hasty she got on her feet, while the memory of what exactly she had whispered in the mans ear the night before turned,turned, turned in her head like a ship on a wild sea that were her rushing thoughts. It made her sick; akwardness, nervousness and utter fear turned in her guts like sour bile. Hasty, almost panicky the Halforc grabbed her tunic and her belt with the beltbags from the tiled ground, threw the kneelong cloth over and stumbled out of the door as if she was fleeing on the dark corridor.
What to do now?
At this early hour the corridor was empty and since there was in contrast to her- hers and Keynelis? Mar clapped a hand before her mouth trying to calm herself- chamber no small slit as windows it was dark as if clothed in a thick black veil. Wrapping her belt around her waist while walking down the corridor Mar tried to calm herself but ended up noticing how her ears turned after the slightest noise as if she was a scared child. With a frustrated huff, more a growl than anything else the Halforc stopped in her tracks, rubbed her small hands over her freckled face and tried to just brush away the memory of-(-his hand running down her bare back, counting her freckles.)(-her own voice and wat she had mumbled in his ear as she had burried her face in the crook of his neck.)(-that he had answered her.)-anything she had never done before. There was a strange scent hanging on her hands, spicy and much lighter than the usual heavy smell of dried lavender and fatty soap that would stick to Mar and automatically, while a confused frown drew a long line betwene her thick eyebrows, the Halforc turned her hand and sniffed on her wrist like a dog, before she lifted her tunics collar to her nose and took another breath. She even smelled like him. Mar did not knew if she should laugh or cry about this, but since the corridor was empty except a few wooden boxes of merchandise standing like guards by the walls and herself there was yet no need to think about that, beside thinking just a certaine question:
What now?
[ @toomany-elves | @keynelis ]
The grey morning light had been playing patterns across his eyelids as it came through the barred windows, the slow smell of coming rain rousing him gently as he pressed his face further into the sweet smell of lavender trying desperately to cling to sleep, though one eye half cracked open as the blankets shifted and he realized if, only while half awake that he was laying wrapped around Mar his head upon her chest, The softest of groans escaping as she pulled away to sit up and his hand was brought to twitch in the warm spot to left behind some half thought word of question mumbled before she was tugging the blankets up higher over him.
“…I am just going to get some breakfast for…” “-you and me. Don´t worry and continue sleeping.”
Ears flicking he grumbled his agreement, curling further away from the light as he was left to drift half in and out of sleep, though true sleep escaped him even as Mar made her way out of the room the smell of coming rain tickling his nose as he too wondered at how it would affect his day, what was rain like here? would they need to prepare more than food. It was these thoughts that eventually had him sitting up on the bed, tired eyes surveying the scattered clothing as memories of the night before finally began parading through his mind.
(Had she said those things? had he?) A blush fell darkly over his cheeks as he shifted, eyes turning to the door Mar had exited (fled?) through and he wondered how long she would be gone. (Would she return? her things were here but things could be replaced..) Though if she was securing food this early in the morning it would be sensible for him to see of other things, with that in mind he stood to stretch out the stiffness of sleep before tugging his robe over his head, hands hesitating as he caught the faintest whiff of lavender again, a smile half curling at his lips before he could stop it.
Stepping out into the darkened corridor he looked for her, wondering if she had time to leave already, would he join her? would they talk of the evening? (would they have another of the same? would they become something different?) Shaking his head he turned, following after her footsteps to head towards the kitchens, no matter the answers to any of his questions now he would make them tea. @shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
When Mar had heard the creaking of the door to her chamber she had sprinted away down the corridor as if Archimonde personally was breathing down her neck and when she reached the stairs leading up to the middle of the three houses brought by Lady Shadowgrinder as tradingstation, she was cursing herself in her mind for beeing a coward like a little child scared of their own shadow. Still, muttering under her breath angrily she did not stopped when stepping in the entrance room used as a shop and out in the drag that was wrapped in a thin layer of mist like into a grey veil. The valley of wisdom was nearer down the street than the Market in the valley of strenght so the woman, only wearing a simple kneelong linentunic rubbed her arms as the coldness of the morning wrapped around her like a damp coat. It was not often that one freezed in Ogrimmar, but Mar was a Halforc and Orcs did not liked the cold even as weak as it was even during the rainingtime in the winter. Through the waterfall in the valley the mist had become thicker as soon as she left the drag into the valley, yet it was easy to make out through the noises that the Tauren in the Valley were already mostly awake and making sure to add extra tentwalls to their buildings so the coming rain would not break through the linen and leather in the coming hours. Shuffling her bare feet over the still warm dusty ground Mar visited a few traders and noticed, while going through a list of food that she would usually prepare in Ogrimmar, if Keynelis would like to eat this food too. It was not like she was not thinking and remembering what the other liked to eat when traveling with him, but now she wondered about it everytime she bought eggs, porridge, bread, fresh water, sweet milk, slices of Monstrous Clam Meat that could be grilled and eaten with bread, and eventually also a pot of Strider Stew, a few Prickly Pear Fruits and a basket to carry her purchases for the next few days. Mar noticed that she was procastinating going back. Mar noticed that she might had made the basket with her supplies extra heavy so she would need longer for the way back. Mar noticed that she still needed not long enough until she was back at the Trading Station, because their was a feeling of dread closing around her guts and squashing them brutally when she stepped inside the shop that was used as one of the entrances to the rooms and cellars of the trading Station. ‘ It was a quiet sound, a low laughter that eventually ripped her out of her freezed state and automatically she tensed as if she was expecting a attack whens he looked over to the orcguard who had sat down on one of the stools put by the entrance.
Pinning her ears back like a leery dog Mar looked up to the orcguard: “..what?” “Had fun last night, Mutthand?”, the orcguard leaned his chin on his thick wrists, his weight supported by the massive spear he was holding and Mar felt the icecold hand of utter panic again grabbing for her throat as she watched the Orc grin like a impish little child, a grin that did not fit his stark features. Automatically the young woman stiffned even more, her shoulders tensed ready to grab for a sword she had not with her at the moment in an instinct: “What do you mean?” Sniffing in thr air demonstartivly the guard made a sound that could be a giggle, if his voice woldn´t be so low: “Well you certainly smell different, shortie. All spicy..just like that blue guys - how do you people call that stuff? Like his -Cologne?” Her guts was as cold as ice but Mars face turned from one second to another so hot it felt as if the blood beneath her cheeks had turned into lava. Still the icy hand of panic around her throat pressed harder and Mar bared her razorsharp teeth in something that might was suppsoe to be a snarl but was just a hiss: “I am suprised you even know that term considering you never use something similar and I have to bear whatever stench you have to give off naturally, Sir.” The Orcguard dramatically placed a massive hand on his broad chest, howling in laughing that with his big sharp tusks looked more like a baring of teeth: “Oooooh..! I am wounded deeply!” With the orcguards utterly amused laughing accompanying her Mar simply gave the other a annoyed grunt and walked through the entrance- room to the stairs leading to the cellars with the kitchens, storerooms and sleepingchambers. The corridors were cool and the dampness of the coming rain lay in the air and cooled her hot face like springwater. For a few moments the Halforc stood there by the stairs with her supplies in the basket, her ears moving up and down restlessly as if she was a nervouse animal when the question returned: What now? She had brought food and now she could cook but then she would need to return to Keynelis and returning to him would mean that he would want to talk about the last night and talking about the last night would mean that Mar would not know what to say because she did not knew what she was suppose to say in such a situation and that- Hasty Mar stopped her mind, forcing her thoughts away and closed them away in the farest corner of her mind like dirty secrets. She had brought supplies. Now she would cook breakfast for- (Them. Us. Both of them.) -Keynelis. Breathing out a long, trembling sigh that did not left her as calm as the young woman wished to be, Mar slowly walked down the corridor towards the kitchen. Typical for Ogrimmar the kitchen was dominated by a big fireplace over which hung a heavy grillage, in the fireplace were still smoldering embers that dyed the room with its walls covered in shelfs like with red paint. There was a rustling of cloth and Mar looked a second too late up to see Keynelis before he saw her and promptly she freezed in her movements with her eyes big adn round and her ears jolted upwards.
“…I thought you would be still sleeping,”, Mar said eventually quietly and it needed all her willpower to press this words out through jaws that were so cramped it was almost painful. Her guts clenched to a knot and then suddenly eased in a sudden rush of utter panic, fear and then sudden joy of seeing Keynelis again, happieness to be with him again, only for the sudden panic and fear returning in the matter of seconds in a mix with a strange happy fluttering filling her stomach until she felt horrible sick.
[ @toomany-elves | @keynelis ]
Ears twitching he squinted down the hall at the fading sound of hurried steps, a small figure only vaguely seen farther down the hall, Mar or another in the lady's employ? Shaking off the question he tired, not reason to rush so early in the morning on a day that seemed it would go forever, the presence of the coming rain calming him like nothing else as he thought of the many mornings he would sit by a window and watch it turn the world grey outside, a book or cup of tea his only company as the rest of the world disappeared, but it was different now he knew, he was no longer in his little home he was in Orgrimmar, and he was no longer alone but with mar who would only be gone a short time. (Right? her things were in their room she would not leave without them. her sword least of all..right?)
Shaking the worries (fears) from his mind he turned instead to how the rain would make his own work easier, no one would like the ice on a day with a chill but the more water in the air the easier it would be for him to conjure the larger blocks he would need for bigger projects, already an idea was half sketched in his mind as he found himself in the kitchens, a tea pot in his hand though he wasn’t exactly sure when or how long he had been standing there staring at the wall, perhaps the coming rain would not be all good things.
It was just as he was bending to place the filled pot over the fireplace that he heard another step in, half looking back he froze a moment blinking owlishly at mar as he he was expecting anyone but her to be standing there, her quiet words jolting him to action as he cleared his throat and turned back to his task, the pot secured he eyed the embers his jaw working as his hands clenched nervously "I could not go back to sleep..I thought i could start tea." he offered straightening as he seemed to give up for the moment, though as he turned to look at Mar, an almost shy smile on his lips quickly turned to a frown half stepping towards her "are you alright?" he asked softly, the half steps seeming to close the distance between them instantly as hands reached out with only a seconds hesitation to rest on her shoulder and cheek.
@shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
@keynelis Keynelis nodded in understanding, or well perhaps his own understanding as his mind did not go to her not being allowed but more it was something she just ‘knew’, “I did not think if it like that..” he murmured her sour face making him frown slightly “I am sure the work you have done is beautiful…I have never been good at it myself..” he winced thinking of the ink stained fingers he would have to scrub at the times he did attempt to write “I am too wobbly in my letters.”
He laughed though the bitter edge was hard to hide “I can not imagine anyone keeping something from you that you want” he replied with a half smile tugging at his lips, though as she pressed her face into his fingers that gently cupped her face “They are the past now..” he murmured softly “ and you think too generously of me Mar…I am not very forgiving” voice trailing off his eyes searched her’s, questions resting there in his gaze before he pulled back as she flinched, the questions swiftly shifting to worry as he squeezed her hand gently “Yes, the Sun is rather scorching here..I will fix you a treat if they have what I need..it is far too hot.” he murmured eyeing her dark face that could only be from the sun.
As they approached the guard he stiffened again, spine straightening as he stood perhaps a step behind Mar, his eyes trailing over the axe the orc was sharpening before he met the man’s gaze calmly as Mar introduced him, though even as she paused he dipped his his head with a small nod of greeting “I am here to provide Lady Shadowgrinder with Ice.” he added helpfully as if the reasons why there were there was the issue, though the longer Mar paused the worry came back as he squeezed her hand gently “We would appreciate getting out of the sun..”
It was the Orc who actually talked first when he flicked his short ears and harrumphed from between his thick tusks that were as sharp as razors: “.. shortie ,you really think I would recognize you after three years of working with you? I once stumbled over you for Spirits sake.” Mar stiffned , shoving her heavy tusks forward in something that might was a baring of teeth but looked more like a tiny kitten hissing. She only grabbed in her beltbag and fished out once again the writ or protection given to her to assure Keynelis and hers safe passing through the city and held it up before the Orcs face who gave it a look, then looked over to Keynelis eyeing him from crest to hoofs and then looked at the writ of protection again. “You better watch out to not walk around alone in the first weeks.”, the Orcguard said eventually over Mars head to Keynelis who was compared to the already big and massive Orc still towering over the guard. He spoke in common and although the orcish accent was thick and heavy, he spoke the language as easy as his own motherlanguage as he made a waving gesture towards Mar with his big hand: “And do not believe anything Mutthand says about Ogrimmar, she always runs away when the guards want to go for drinks after workingshift and has no idea about enjoying oneself. If you want to go out for fun after work, just join me and the other guards, yes?” “…Stop making jokes,I am not running away from anyone.”, Mar grunted grimly, her ears pinned back like a snarled dog but her free hand that had not been swallowed by Keynelis hand grabbed automatically for her thick curls to pull them a little down in her freckled face in a try to hide. The Orcguard threw his head back and laughed a laughter that sounded more like a howling with his low voice than anything else: “Ah yes, sure you are not, shortie! And I am a tiny human farmgirl with some golden braids hopping around in Westfall, eh!”
Keynelis nodded once at that the advice "I do not plan on wandering." he stated after a small delay, the Orc speaking common had surprised him even with Mar's reassurances though his brow rose as the guard continued, head tilting to the side a bit as he tried to settle between confusion and amusement "Perhaps once I am more settled here..if it is not a good idea to go out alone..I am not sure adding drinks would be much better for now."
Going quiet he watched the two bicker, the guards howl making him flinch in surprise, hand instinctively tightening on Mar's as he tried to hide how startled he was, after all best not to show weakness though by the set of his brows and the way his ears tilted back like a startled deer it would be clear he was contemplating flight or freeze.
The hand she was holding seemed to get colder a moment before he tried to pull it away gently, his other tightening into a fist as he rubbed his fingers against his palm slightly to calm himself "Am..i allowed in?' he asked not wanting to seem impatient even as he shifted in place, eyes that before he did not really notice even passing over his tall blue form now seeming to burn into his back as he wished more and more desperately to hide.
@shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
Keynelis couldn’t help the blush that rose on his cheek as she pressed her lips feather soft against his knuckles, he would never get used to, or tire, of the glimpse of affection she showed, even if he knew or guessed it might be something much more proper than he understood, he still did not understand being called sir. Though as she kept his hand in hers, he couldn’t help squeezing her smaller fingers oh so gently in thanks, her hand a blessed anchor that stilled his thoughts, sinking the worries to the background if only a moment as they pressed further through the crowd, his eyes once more looking out a bit curiously at the general bustle of the city that seemed even more lively than Stormwind. “I can see why ice would be so..valuable here.” he murmured nodding as the passed under the shade and entered the drag, brows furrowing as he tried to piece together the words written on many shops signs without much luck. “I should not need to get many tools though there was some i was unable to bring.” he mused. Head tilting his ears perked upwards as he tried to guess at the trading station buildings, humming softly “that is very smart..cool in the day but not too cold at night I imagine..What do you do while working here Mar?”, the question curious as he focused on her though that curiosity soon turned to surprise at the question she asked him “I..I believe I do..” he trailed off brows furrowing in though “I was told about him when i was very young..it’s a bit fuzzy..” he muttered, an annoyed sound escaping after a few moments before he murmured quietly “They used to shout whiteclaw..at me.”
@shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
Mar felt how Keynelis curled his fingers around hers and did her very best to ignore the heavy blush creeping over her face, dyeing her skin in a even darker blackish shade. For a few moments she did not said anything, shyness closing around her throat like thick fingers, the the moments passed and the young woman forced her childish embarassmnt down in utter frustration. “…Ah? What tools do you still need, maybe we can go get them after getting rid of the baggage. Its a good way to learn about the town.”, Mars reaction came a little late, yet it came still. She had yet not seen Keynelis working on bigger pieces and had only seen im making icesculptures out of his own magic as weaving the material out of air. At the edge of her mind Mar noticed that she looked forward to see him working again and this fact was enough to make the heat return to her face. With a frustrated grunt the young woman looked to the side: “Usually I work as a guard, either for the storehouses or for the Lady Shadowgrinder if she wants to meet another trader.” There was a pause and automatically the Halforc grabbed for the hood of her Gugel, yet her hadn grabbed into nothing but her thick curls, so she only automatically stiffned her standing as if she was expecting a attack: “Occasionally I will…uhm, do paperwork as in keeping a eye on the stocking, copying written contracts for the Ladys records and write letters for her, if she wants to impress a trade.partner with a professional handwriting.” “…its because I was formally trained as a scribe growing up. Its kind of my second quallified job.” ,the Halforc frowened, thinking of how odd it must sound that a woman who was trained to move sword and shield like parts of her own body was originally educated to swing a writingfeather instead of the sword that fit so much better in her own hand. Automaically the young woman straightened her back as if se was a saluting soldier adn added wit a strict clearing of hr throat: “…beside swordcombat, of course.”
Whatever colour had painted her face deep black- be it from the heat or the eavy blush she stubbornly tried to ignore- suddenly vanished as if washed off and Mar looked at the other Halforc with her eyes big and her ears jolted upwards as if she was a startled deer. Of course, a small voice hissed in the back of her head: Of course he had been called that. Of course he had been called that just like you had been calld greenskin, the small voice was very unfriendly and stitchd, stitchd, stitched like a needle through Mars mind, and you just remainded him of those voices and shouts.
“…I am sorry.”, the young woman said slowly, and reached out with her free hand to close around his hand she was already holding with her other hand. Mar lowered her head in a bow: “I did not meant to wake any of such memories for you. Please forgive my inappropriate curiosity.”
[ @keynelis | @toomany-elves ]
Key rubbed the back of Mar’s hand with his thumb in small circles, nervous fiddling he tried to hide from everyone but her, “That would be a good idea..I am..excited to explore a bit more of the city too.” he smiled crookedly down at her before adding “A few saws..I have my chisels..an ice pick if they have one..and buffing tools too..” he murmured idly as he got lost in thought a moment “I have everything to start but..I would like newer tools..to make things look nicer.” Going quiet he listened to her attentively, nodding it understanding as of course Mar would be a guard, a wonderful one in his experience. Though his head did tilt curiously at learning she was also a scribe “You are a woman of many talents, I should not have been surprised.” he replied, the circles he was rubbing against her skin pausing a moment before widening to a more soothing movement “A very good swordswoman yes, But it is good to know you are a scribe as well..do you have any favorite things you have transcribed? i know many work on holy books…or books for learning.” The furrow between his brows eased as she took his hand in both of hers, confusion if only for a moment entering his gaze before he squeezed the hand in his gently, his other reaching up to tuck a curl behind mar’s ear so he could try and better look at her face, expression sincere “there is nothing for you to apologize for..you were not one of my childhood bullies.” he chuckled softly “nor did you as maliciously..It is simply what I remember most..it stands out because I believe that is the clan my mother said he hailed from as well..” he sighed “though I am hesitant to believe anything she had ever told me.”
@shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
“I am sorry, there is no transcription by me I am especially proud of. Its just…work. Nothing to show off.” ,The young woman only shaked her head, her eyes awkwardly wandering to the side as Mar thought about all the times she had thought how very useless it was to be a halforcish scribe when noone would allow a greenskin like her to copy important documents, let alone holy books. She grimaced as if she had bitten on a sour fruit. It was Keynelis last sentences that amde her look up, a long frown appearing on her face.
“…if somoene would withhold informations from me like this, I would have demanded those from them. ”, Mar eventually only huffed quietly and automatically leaned against the hand that had just tucked a curl behind her ear and looked up: “…you are too kind.” Her voice was not in the slightest scolding. Her voice was not in the slightest scolding, but admiring. her voice was not in the slightest scolding, but admiring while she craned her neck to have a better look at Keynelis and her hands gently squeezed his.
A second too late Mar noticed that ( I will always worry about you, you are…important to me, he had said) she (His hands, big and soft and cool, had almost swallowed her own) really wanted to ( Mar remembered that she had returned the kiss) kiss him (Mar remembered that she had really liked to kiss him) now. As if bitten by a insect Mar flinched suddenly flinched, her eyes turned as big as plates, her ears jolted upwards and hasty she stepped back a little while her already dark face turned inkblack. The young womans usually so low voice turned high like the voice of a startled child: “..yes- well, anyway, well, you..me, I ..us ..better go and get rid fo the baggage, yes. Yes that sounds good, yes that sounds better, yes that sounds nice, like better we get out of that heat, not that I do nto iek to be around you, its just very hot, as in the weather is very hot and-”
WIth a frustrated huff the woman turned around and pulled the other Halforc- gently, suprisingly gently compared to her heavy stomping- by his hand with her, wondering by herself why by the Light she always had to act like a stupid little girl. Lady Shadowgrinders Tradingstation were a few houses over three floors build next to another with shops set in the ground-floor. A big part of the buildings had been carved in the canyone rock in its back, so the buildings seemed to grow out of the rock like cacti. At the farest left building a orcguard had sat down by the door, sharpening a axe with a wethstone on their knee and looking up with a leery grunt when the Halforc approached. The Mercenary shoved her heavy tusks forward in something that was almost a snarl, before the guard could even rise his voice she growled like a dog ready to bite: “We were already announced. Its Mar Mutthand and Keynelis- “ There was a pause in which the rest of the sentences was suddenly stuck in Mars throat like a thick clot. Keynelis..what? There was a feeling like a icecold hand grabbing for Mars guts when she realised that she did not even knew the surname of the man who she- (liked to kiss, the woman shoved the thought brutally away like a dirty secret.) -had traveled with for years.
[ @keynelis | @toomany-elves ]
Keynelis nodded in understanding, or well perhaps his own understanding as his mind did not go to her not being allowed but more it was something she just 'knew', "I did not think if it like that.." he murmured her sour face making him frown slightly "I am sure the work you have done is beautiful...I have never been good at it myself.." he winced thinking of the ink stained fingers he would have to scrub at the times he did attempt to write "I am too wobbly in my letters."
He laughed though the bitter edge was hard to hide "I can not imagine anyone keeping something from you that you want" he replied with a half smile tugging at his lips, though as she pressed her face into his fingers that gently cupped her face "They are the past now.." he murmured softly " and you think too generously of me Mar...I am not very forgiving" voice trailing off his eyes searched her's, questions resting there in his gaze before he pulled back as she flinched, the questions swiftly shifting to worry as he squeezed her hand gently "Yes, the Sun is rather scorching here..I will fix you a treat if they have what I need..it is far too hot." he murmured eyeing her dark face that could only be from the sun.
As they approached the guard he stiffened again, spine straightening as he stood perhaps a step behind Mar, his eyes trailing over the axe the orc was sharpening before he met the man's gaze calmly as Mar introduced him, though even as she paused he dipped his his head with a small nod of greeting "I am here to provide Lady Shadowgrinder with Ice." he added helpfully as if the reasons why there were there was the issue, though the longer Mar paused the worry came back as he squeezed her hand gently "We would appreciate getting out of the sun.." @shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
"( ø∑ø)" I can't wait to read Mar's reactions to these situations *cackles*
Send me a “( ø∑ø)” for our muses to wake up next to each other in the early morning after a One Night Stand together.
Wintermornings in Durotars were far from freezing, yet the morningmist crawling slowly like a hunting carnivore from Ashenvale over the stream and into Ogrimmars valleys was wet and filled the air with the scent of approaching heavy rain. It was this scent that woke her up; wet, heavy, cool, a scent that tickled over her nose and her bare shoulders like damp hands. The winterrains of Durotar were always strong, the winds would pull at the houses roofs like brutal hands and the water would fill the canyons with rivers that had not been there a day ago, but for now it was only the scent that was there and the heavy quietness before the coming storm and this unusual quietness for this loud season was what woke Mar up. The chamber Mar would live in when working for the Goblinmerchant Liloz Shadowgrinder was placed in the cellar of the tradingstation for coolness although a small slit that was a with steelbars protected window was placed on the outer wall right beneath the ceiling, so a thin beam of morninglight that was as grey and thick as the mist fell into the chamber and bleached the spare furniture of its colours. The usually red tiles of the ground were grey, the walls made of rocks were grey, the chest with their belongins was grey and the bed- nothing but a chest filled with dry hay under layers of blankets- was grey too just like the two Halforcs laying sleeping under the layers of blankets had been bleched colourless in the dull morninglight. At least the Mages, whos head lay on Mars bare chest, whos breath tickled over her face, whos skin pressed against her freckled skin and whos long, in the dull light grey looking arm had wrapped around her waist, was still asleep while Mar, feeling his head on her chest, feeling his breath tickle her nose like gentle fingers, feeling his skin against hers, feeling his arm around her waist, was wide awake while wondering:
What was she suppose to do now?
In the Novellas she read such a scene was never mentioned, the couple loved another, spend the night together and such a szene- the small chamber, the simple bed, the untidy on the ground laying clothes, the mess of thoughts running through the young womans head almost panicky- was never written about. So she did not knew what to do, therefor Mar lay there quietly, as if frozen while the scent of rain slowly became heavier, stronger, closer. What was she suppose to do?If Mar would not leave for the market to buy food before the rain reached Ogrimmar, then she woud be caught inside for the rest of the day while the rain would hammer against the walls like angry fists. The thought was new and welcomned since it was very different from the wild whirlwind of thoughts that had no ending and no beginning and gave her eventually a clear thing to do: Go Out. Buy food. Slowly, very slowly she started slide away from the warm cradle that was the place beside Keynelis under the blankets until the warm arm around her waist slipped off her body and released her, so the young woman could eventually sit up. Then, as soon as she was out of the bed Mar noticed how the mans goatlike ears flicked after where she had lay just a second ago and where the sheets had rustled like autumnleafs. Hasty, a little too hasty she noticed so Mar stopped herself the next second, she carefully, quietly she leaned back down to him, mumbling: “…I am just going to get some breakfast for…”us?, the word alone made her guts feel as if a broiling cole was smoldering in her stomach. Awkwardly the Halforc grabbed the blanket and pulled it back over Keynelis bare shoulders to tuck him in, carefully making sure to not touch him as if he was made of glass. “-you and me. Don´t worry and continue sleeping.”Mar remembered that she had also whispered to him the night before, her face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, her breath tickling over his skin. Only thinking about what she had whispered to him made the young woman flinch back as if she had burned herself and hasty she got on her feet, while the memory of what exactly she had whispered in the mans ear the night before turned,turned, turned in her head like a ship on a wild sea that were her rushing thoughts. It made her sick; akwardness, nervousness and utter fear turned in her guts like sour bile. Hasty, almost panicky the Halforc grabbed her tunic and her belt with the beltbags from the tiled ground, threw the kneelong cloth over and stumbled out of the door as if she was fleeing on the dark corridor.
What to do now?
At this early hour the corridor was empty and since there was in contrast to her- hers and Keynelis? Mar clapped a hand before her mouth trying to calm herself- chamber no small slit as windows it was dark as if clothed in a thick black veil. Wrapping her belt around her waist while walking down the corridor Mar tried to calm herself but ended up noticing how her ears turned after the slightest noise as if she was a scared child. With a frustrated huff, more a growl than anything else the Halforc stopped in her tracks, rubbed her small hands over her freckled face and tried to just brush away the memory of-(-his hand running down her bare back, counting her freckles.)(-her own voice and wat she had mumbled in his ear as she had burried her face in the crook of his neck.)(-that he had answered her.)-anything she had never done before. There was a strange scent hanging on her hands, spicy and much lighter than the usual heavy smell of dried lavender and fatty soap that would stick to Mar and automatically, while a confused frown drew a long line betwene her thick eyebrows, the Halforc turned her hand and sniffed on her wrist like a dog, before she lifted her tunics collar to her nose and took another breath. She even smelled like him. Mar did not knew if she should laugh or cry about this, but since the corridor was empty except a few wooden boxes of merchandise standing like guards by the walls and herself there was yet no need to think about that, beside thinking just a certaine question:
What now?
[ @toomany-elves | @keynelis ]
The grey morning light had been playing patterns across his eyelids as it came through the barred windows, the slow smell of coming rain rousing him gently as he pressed his face further into the sweet smell of lavender trying desperately to cling to sleep, though one eye half cracked open as the blankets shifted and he realized if, only while half awake that he was laying wrapped around Mar his head upon her chest, The softest of groans escaping as she pulled away to sit up and his hand was brought to twitch in the warm spot to left behind some half thought word of question mumbled before she was tugging the blankets up higher over him.
“…I am just going to get some breakfast for…” “-you and me. Don´t worry and continue sleeping.”
Ears flicking he grumbled his agreement, curling further away from the light as he was left to drift half in and out of sleep, though true sleep escaped him even as Mar made her way out of the room the smell of coming rain tickling his nose as he too wondered at how it would affect his day, what was rain like here? would they need to prepare more than food. It was these thoughts that eventually had him sitting up on the bed, tired eyes surveying the scattered clothing as memories of the night before finally began parading through his mind.
(Had she said those things? had he?) A blush fell darkly over his cheeks as he shifted, eyes turning to the door Mar had exited (fled?) through and he wondered how long she would be gone. (Would she return? her things were here but things could be replaced..) Though if she was securing food this early in the morning it would be sensible for him to see of other things, with that in mind he stood to stretch out the stiffness of sleep before tugging his robe over his head, hands hesitating as he caught the faintest whiff of lavender again, a smile half curling at his lips before he could stop it.
Stepping out into the darkened corridor he looked for her, wondering if she had time to leave already, would he join her? would they talk of the evening? (would they have another of the same? would they become something different?) Shaking his head he turned, following after her footsteps to head towards the kitchens, no matter the answers to any of his questions now he would make them tea. @shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
Keynelis couldn’t help the blush that rose on his cheek as she pressed her lips feather soft against his knuckles, he would never get used to, or tire, of the glimpse of affection she showed, even if he knew or guessed it might be something much more proper than he understood, he still did not understand being called sir. Though as she kept his hand in hers, he couldn’t help squeezing her smaller fingers oh so gently in thanks, her hand a blessed anchor that stilled his thoughts, sinking the worries to the background if only a moment as they pressed further through the crowd, his eyes once more looking out a bit curiously at the general bustle of the city that seemed even more lively than Stormwind. “I can see why ice would be so..valuable here.” he murmured nodding as the passed under the shade and entered the drag, brows furrowing as he tried to piece together the words written on many shops signs without much luck. “I should not need to get many tools though there was some i was unable to bring.” he mused. Head tilting his ears perked upwards as he tried to guess at the trading station buildings, humming softly “that is very smart..cool in the day but not too cold at night I imagine..What do you do while working here Mar?”, the question curious as he focused on her though that curiosity soon turned to surprise at the question she asked him “I..I believe I do..” he trailed off brows furrowing in though “I was told about him when i was very young..it’s a bit fuzzy..” he muttered, an annoyed sound escaping after a few moments before he murmured quietly “They used to shout whiteclaw..at me.”
@shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
Mar felt how Keynelis curled his fingers around hers and did her very best to ignore the heavy blush creeping over her face, dyeing her skin in a even darker blackish shade. For a few moments she did not said anything, shyness closing around her throat like thick fingers, the the moments passed and the young woman forced her childish embarassmnt down in utter frustration. “…Ah? What tools do you still need, maybe we can go get them after getting rid of the baggage. Its a good way to learn about the town.”, Mars reaction came a little late, yet it came still. She had yet not seen Keynelis working on bigger pieces and had only seen im making icesculptures out of his own magic as weaving the material out of air. At the edge of her mind Mar noticed that she looked forward to see him working again and this fact was enough to make the heat return to her face. With a frustrated grunt the young woman looked to the side: “Usually I work as a guard, either for the storehouses or for the Lady Shadowgrinder if she wants to meet another trader.” There was a pause and automatically the Halforc grabbed for the hood of her Gugel, yet her hadn grabbed into nothing but her thick curls, so she only automatically stiffned her standing as if she was expecting a attack: “Occasionally I will…uhm, do paperwork as in keeping a eye on the stocking, copying written contracts for the Ladys records and write letters for her, if she wants to impress a trade.partner with a professional handwriting.” “…its because I was formally trained as a scribe growing up. Its kind of my second quallified job.” ,the Halforc frowened, thinking of how odd it must sound that a woman who was trained to move sword and shield like parts of her own body was originally educated to swing a writingfeather instead of the sword that fit so much better in her own hand. Automaically the young woman straightened her back as if se was a saluting soldier adn added wit a strict clearing of hr throat: “…beside swordcombat, of course.”
Whatever colour had painted her face deep black- be it from the heat or the eavy blush she stubbornly tried to ignore- suddenly vanished as if washed off and Mar looked at the other Halforc with her eyes big and her ears jolted upwards as if she was a startled deer. Of course, a small voice hissed in the back of her head: Of course he had been called that. Of course he had been called that just like you had been calld greenskin, the small voice was very unfriendly and stitchd, stitchd, stitched like a needle through Mars mind, and you just remainded him of those voices and shouts.
“…I am sorry.”, the young woman said slowly, and reached out with her free hand to close around his hand she was already holding with her other hand. Mar lowered her head in a bow: “I did not meant to wake any of such memories for you. Please forgive my inappropriate curiosity.”
[ @keynelis | @toomany-elves ]
Key rubbed the back of Mar’s hand with his thumb in small circles, nervous fiddling he tried to hide from everyone but her, “That would be a good idea..I am..excited to explore a bit more of the city too.” he smiled crookedly down at her before adding “A few saws..I have my chisels..an ice pick if they have one..and buffing tools too..” he murmured idly as he got lost in thought a moment “I have everything to start but..I would like newer tools..to make things look nicer.” Going quiet he listened to her attentively, nodding it understanding as of course Mar would be a guard, a wonderful one in his experience. Though his head did tilt curiously at learning she was also a scribe “You are a woman of many talents, I should not have been surprised.” he replied, the circles he was rubbing against her skin pausing a moment before widening to a more soothing movement “A very good swordswoman yes, But it is good to know you are a scribe as well..do you have any favorite things you have transcribed? i know many work on holy books...or books for learning.” The furrow between his brows eased as she took his hand in both of hers, confusion if only for a moment entering his gaze before he squeezed the hand in his gently, his other reaching up to tuck a curl behind mar’s ear so he could try and better look at her face, expression sincere “there is nothing for you to apologize for..you were not one of my childhood bullies.” he chuckled softly “nor did you as maliciously..It is simply what I remember most..it stands out because I believe that is the clan my mother said he hailed from as well..” he sighed “though I am hesitant to believe anything she had ever told me.”
@shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
Keynelis couldn’t help the blush that rose on his cheek as she pressed her lips feather soft against his knuckles, he would never get used to, or tire, of the glimpse of affection she showed, even if he knew or guessed it might be something much more proper than he understood, he still did not understand being called sir. Though as she kept his hand in hers, he couldn’t help squeezing her smaller fingers oh so gently in thanks, her hand a blessed anchor that stilled his thoughts, sinking the worries to the background if only a moment as they pressed further through the crowd, his eyes once more looking out a bit curiously at the general bustle of the city that seemed even more lively than Stormwind. “I can see why ice would be so..valuable here.” he murmured nodding as the passed under the shade and entered the drag, brows furrowing as he tried to piece together the words written on many shops signs without much luck. “I should not need to get many tools though there was some i was unable to bring.” he mused. Head tilting his ears perked upwards as he tried to guess at the trading station buildings, humming softly “that is very smart..cool in the day but not too cold at night I imagine..What do you do while working here Mar?”, the question curious as he focused on her though that curiosity soon turned to surprise at the question she asked him “I..I believe I do..” he trailed off brows furrowing in though “I was told about him when i was very young..it’s a bit fuzzy..” he muttered, an annoyed sound escaping after a few moments before he murmured quietly “They used to shout whiteclaw..at me.”
@shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔬𝔯 @toomany-elves
In the afternoon Durotar was so hot, the flickering of the air made the red earth look as if it had melted into broiling lava. The road from Razor Hill to Ogrimmar was maybe a hour long on the back of a mount, yet a sit was only this hour, Mar felt as if she was alread broiled under her hauberk. The Dranosh’ Ar Blockade was for Mars mood, who very much would love to just throw herself in the cool ocean although for herself as a not-swimmer it meant she would die but at least she would die cooled down, much too busy with Peons almost ran over by a few carts that were on the street infront of the two Halforcs. Automatically she peered over to Keynelis, wondering how he felt in his robe that was not under layers of armor or with his hair that was not so thick and fluffy it would not hang like a heavy woolcoat over his head and for a moment she was really jealouse.
“….You know, Lady Shadowgrinder has a point to want a Iceartist like you to work for her in Ogrimmar.”, She pressed out between cramped jaws while feeling that she was about to melt into her clothes padding like butter while her heated up hauberk pressed against her tunic like a net of white glowing wires. Mar would not be suprised if she would drop dead of a heatstroke the next moment. Mar would welcome getting a Heatstroke the next moment to end it all. Mar waited for the heatstroke the next moment to finally end her suffering. The heatstroke did not came. The Goblinmerchant Lady Shadwogrinder was the Mentor of the humantrader Lady Topalidou who Mar would serve when working in Stormwind and usually the halforc was handed around between the two merchants whenever she was needed either in Ogrimmar or Stormwind. Faktionwar stopped when it was about earning money was a lesson Mar had learned very early in her years as a mercenary. With every more passing moment the Halforc did saw more of the brilliance of the idea of hiring a Frostmage like Keynelis in Ogrimmar to do his work so he might bring a blessing of coolness to those visitors of the town who were not made of the everlasting heat that rolled every morning over the land like a wave of lava. At the gate a Orcguard controlled Mars writ of protection written by Lady Shadowgrinder which for this journey included Keynelis and not for the first time the Sellsword noticed how easily Halforcs were accepted in the Horde as Keynelis and her did got nothing but a little frown, before they were allowed to step in the shadow hanging under the gate. Sadly the torches on the walls of the gate did not made the shadow any cooler than the merciless sunshine. The Halforc only let go of a long, suffering huff before she stepped with a even more suffering grimace out of the shadows of the gate on the street in the valley of strenght that was in the late afternoon as busy as a beehive despite the red sand feeling under her sandals as if set on fire. “Lady Shadowgrinders Tradingstation is in the Drag, We will have a chamber in her tradingstation to sleep in.”, the young woman grunted and wondered at the edge of her mind if her hair would catch fire the next second. Keynelis meeting with the Goblinmerchant was only tomorrow, soMar wanted to use the time to show the other the different areas of the town so he would be able to live in it when- (-she would run away, as she always did, Mar forced the thought at the back of her head and automatically reached out to hold the cloth of Keynelis sleeve.) -she would work in another country: “Keep close, Sir.”
Keynelis for his part was wonderfully cool or at least not melting in his robes, the material thin enough to not add sweaty layers though not so thin he would burn easily in the unforgiving sun, though his secret which he at many times in the hour they spent traveling along the road thought to share with mar, a cloth he had iced lightly and wrapped around his neck, before he thought perhaps ice would not help that much after all what if that is what gave her heat stroke? Of course the thought never seemed to stay in focus long as he trailed behind her, careful not to fall too far behind, as he still very much did not seem to fit here at a glance, But still trailing every time his eyes wandered trying to take everything in as he wondered at the lives of Orgrimmar, questions bubbling at the tip of his tongue only to look back and Mar and notice that he had fallen behind. Nervous was his main emotion as they were stopped at the gate, he was ready to be told no to go away by the orc guard or worse attacked, but soon enough they were allowed past into the shadow of the gate, the torches making him shiver lightly before his attention was drawn again as Mar took hold of his sleeve. Leaning down to better hear her he hummed softly “are we going to room together?” he asked trying his best to not sound overly hopeful, though it might be understandable considering Mar was his only connection to this place were he did not even know the language. That though sent a pang through his heart, eyes once more taking in the city as they made their way past, he knew so little, did he have family here? generations down but family all the same. Would he have been different? his brows furrowed as more and more questions entered his mind, his frame tensing as long ears dipping back warily “mar..should I be here..?” the question asked was soft, perhaps easily lost in the sounds around them.
@shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary
“…I had thought that after we put away the baggage in the chamber, we could go up the platoue at the center of the town where the zeppelintowers are. You can look the whole town around up there and you could tell me what you would like to see. And in the evening, when its a little cooler we could either go to the market in the valley of Strenght and buy food for cooking or we could go eating out in one of the Inns in the Valley of Honour or the Valley of Strenght?” , Mar shoved herself through the mass of people around them merciless, watching Keynelis out of the corners of her eyes as she tried to note everything he was looking at so she could remember what he might be curious about for later. When the man leaned down, Mar automatically leaned closer to him, feeling a wisp of coldness come from him that stroked over her heated up cheek like cool fingers. “…of course? We usually share a tent, too?” The woman looked up, her freckled ears flicking up and down in confusion as she thought about- (-that he had leaned closer) (-That his voice had been quiet in the early morning: “ I enjoyed you laying so close…” ) (-That his voice ha been so quiet that only she could hear it, his words tickling along her cheek in the tact of his breathing:”..I would like to sleep like that more often.”) -that she had very often shared a tent or a room with the Mage. If her face would not have also been shades darker until almost black from a fresh sunburn on her cheeks and nose, the womans face would have turned as black as coal. Automatically she grabbed for the hood of her Gugel to pull it down in her face although of course she grabbed into nothingness since in the heat she was not wearing the Gugel. Mar did not dared to let go of Keynelis sleeve, but she also did not dared to take his hand so she only worried the thin cloth between her thumb and finger like a insecure child: “Unless you do not want to?” Mar loathed how quiet and small her voice sounded asking this question and with a frustrated huff she turned her face to the side, grinding her heavy jaws like a annoyed dog. For a few moments she said nothing until it was Keynelis question, soft, almost drowning in the loud ocean that were the people around them. Mars head turned so promptly around she heard her neck creak quietly: “Naturally!” She stopped in her tracks, looking up to the man with her heavy jaws shoved forward like she had watched orcs doing when stubborn. Her eyes wandered over his face, his furrowed brows, his drooped ears and for a second she remembered the first year she had worked in Ogrimmar where she would follow every green spark in a orcs eyes, where every dark green of someoens skin was the same shade of her skin, where she would turn her head after every head of brown hair that maybe was the same colour as her thick curls. Like in an instinct The Halforcs small hand grabbed her swordhilt, closing around it as hard as a ironvice: “You have a place here. Allowe noone to tell you were you are allowed to be. If anyone dares to disrespect you like this, you can trust my swordarm to slove that problem. ”
[ @keynelis | @toomany-elves ]
Key nodded as he was shuffled along, wordless looks of apology offered to anyone he bumped into roughly, which tended to be quite a few as he tried to navigate through the slight gaps Mar left behind as she walked, His gaze however would not be very helpful, though he initially looked towards shops displaying food, leather, cooking food now he was firmly focused on Mar as they made their way through the streets. Hearing the question he looked confused, almost stumbling after her a step as he noticed the annoyed gritting of her teeth “No, No of course i want to room with you!” he stammered the common tongue sounding too loud in his ears in the ocean of orcish “i just did not know how the sleeping here worked..if we would be separated.” he added “I do not want to be far from you if i can help it..” Stopping a step to late he bumped into Mar abruptly, ears jolting upward in surprise as he slowly nodded in agreement, the worry slowly eased from his face as his gently shifted to take the hand holding his sleeve, large fingers gently squeezing her smaller ones as his lips stretched up into a smile “thank you mar..”
@halforc-mercenary @shuuhuu
𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔬𝔯 @toomany-elves
In the afternoon Durotar was so hot, the flickering of the air made the red earth look as if it had melted into broiling lava. The road from Razor Hill to Ogrimmar was maybe a hour long on the back of a mount, yet a sit was only this hour, Mar felt as if she was alread broiled under her hauberk. The Dranosh’ Ar Blockade was for Mars mood, who very much would love to just throw herself in the cool ocean although for herself as a not-swimmer it meant she would die but at least she would die cooled down, much too busy with Peons almost ran over by a few carts that were on the street infront of the two Halforcs. Automatically she peered over to Keynelis, wondering how he felt in his robe that was not under layers of armor or with his hair that was not so thick and fluffy it would not hang like a heavy woolcoat over his head and for a moment she was really jealouse.
“….You know, Lady Shadowgrinder has a point to want a Iceartist like you to work for her in Ogrimmar.”, She pressed out between cramped jaws while feeling that she was about to melt into her clothes padding like butter while her heated up hauberk pressed against her tunic like a net of white glowing wires. Mar would not be suprised if she would drop dead of a heatstroke the next moment. Mar would welcome getting a Heatstroke the next moment to end it all. Mar waited for the heatstroke the next moment to finally end her suffering. The heatstroke did not came. The Goblinmerchant Lady Shadwogrinder was the Mentor of the humantrader Lady Topalidou who Mar would serve when working in Stormwind and usually the halforc was handed around between the two merchants whenever she was needed either in Ogrimmar or Stormwind. Faktionwar stopped when it was about earning money was a lesson Mar had learned very early in her years as a mercenary. With every more passing moment the Halforc did saw more of the brilliance of the idea of hiring a Frostmage like Keynelis in Ogrimmar to do his work so he might bring a blessing of coolness to those visitors of the town who were not made of the everlasting heat that rolled every morning over the land like a wave of lava. At the gate a Orcguard controlled Mars writ of protection written by Lady Shadowgrinder which for this journey included Keynelis and not for the first time the Sellsword noticed how easily Halforcs were accepted in the Horde as Keynelis and her did got nothing but a little frown, before they were allowed to step in the shadow hanging under the gate. Sadly the torches on the walls of the gate did not made the shadow any cooler than the merciless sunshine. The Halforc only let go of a long, suffering huff before she stepped with a even more suffering grimace out of the shadows of the gate on the street in the valley of strenght that was in the late afternoon as busy as a beehive despite the red sand feeling under her sandals as if set on fire. “Lady Shadowgrinders Tradingstation is in the Drag, We will have a chamber in her tradingstation to sleep in.”, the young woman grunted and wondered at the edge of her mind if her hair would catch fire the next second. Keynelis meeting with the Goblinmerchant was only tomorrow, soMar wanted to use the time to show the other the different areas of the town so he would be able to live in it when- (-she would run away, as she always did, Mar forced the thought at the back of her head and automatically reached out to hold the cloth of Keynelis sleeve.) -she would work in another country: “Keep close, Sir.”
Keynelis for his part was wonderfully cool or at least not melting in his robes, the material thin enough to not add sweaty layers though not so thin he would burn easily in the unforgiving sun, though his secret which he at many times in the hour they spent traveling along the road thought to share with mar, a cloth he had iced lightly and wrapped around his neck, before he thought perhaps ice would not help that much after all what if that is what gave her heat stroke? Of course the thought never seemed to stay in focus long as he trailed behind her, careful not to fall too far behind, as he still very much did not seem to fit here at a glance, But still trailing every time his eyes wandered trying to take everything in as he wondered at the lives of Orgrimmar, questions bubbling at the tip of his tongue only to look back and Mar and notice that he had fallen behind. Nervous was his main emotion as they were stopped at the gate, he was ready to be told no to go away by the orc guard or worse attacked, but soon enough they were allowed past into the shadow of the gate, the torches making him shiver lightly before his attention was drawn again as Mar took hold of his sleeve. Leaning down to better hear her he hummed softly “are we going to room together?” he asked trying his best to not sound overly hopeful, though it might be understandable considering Mar was his only connection to this place were he did not even know the language. That though sent a pang through his heart, eyes once more taking in the city as they made their way past, he knew so little, did he have family here? generations down but family all the same. Would he have been different? his brows furrowed as more and more questions entered his mind, his frame tensing as long ears dipping back warily “mar..should I be here..?” the question asked was soft, perhaps easily lost in the sounds around them.
@shuuhuu @halforc-mercenary