The Kaldorei was arm in arm with the small human female on his right, through the streets of Dalaran. Cherly leaned into his bicep with her cheek as her right arm hooked beneath her breasts to grasp as the nook of his elbow; purposefully pressing her breasts together to pop her cleavage for him to gaze at when his eyes averted down in attempt to meet hers. She took almost 3 steps to keep up with his one, but made no complaint or had any trouble with the pace. Her mind was in the gutter, and he knew it. The way she gazed at him so hungrily; the way she pressed into him and the sweaty, musky scent of her aroused nethers still filling his nostrils as she still wore the light robe for the Kirin Tor meeting they just took leave of. She kept her bottom lip between her teeth, lightly biting on it in between sweet nothings they spoke of.
She looked so lovely, and her apparent sexual frustration and voracious appetite only made her appear as an innocent seductress in this moment. Beautiful, cutely awkward, but with a full knowledge of what she wanted and the animalistic tenacity to take it if she so wished. But tonight was different. Tonight, the hunter, became the hunted. And the prey, became the puppeteer.
When they finally entered the Den, as she so called it, Cherly began immediately to disrobe before him, gazing at him like a carnivore on it’s next meal. Sha’drelar smirked with a light purse to his lips and he grabbed the open robe she wore, gazing down at her perky, perfectly sloped breasts and closed the robe over them with a soft wink. “..patience.” He said to her. He leaned down and kissed her pouty lips before he pushed her onto the armchair behind her, and he stepped close to her, spreading her knees with his shin before he slowly began to untie his sash, tossing it aside and slowly opening the robe, revealing his chest and abs to her, a sight she had found so much lust for and even took a liking to laying her head there to sleep.
His pants hung from his hips, revealing the V shape down his hips leading to her treasure. He began to sway his hips side to side and she licked her lips before biting the knuckle of her finger. “Aw, reall’now? I’m already wan’ta ‘ave sex. Don’ need ta..” Her words were hushed as he placed a finger to her lips with a soft hush form his own lips. He turned lightly, waving his hand at the Gnomish Jukebox and turning on some music, to set the mood(soft sax jazz).He chuckled a bit and looked back down to her.
In the blink of an eye, he snapped his fingers and several mirror images of himself all formed behind him and they all had their sights on her. Her mouth would drop and her eyes went wide as they all approached her, walking around her in a circle and lightly running their hands over her shoulders, neck, and cheeks. Finally when the music began to pick up; one of the images stopped infront of her and placed his foot on the arm of the chair, lightly thrusting himself with gently rolls of his abs as he untied his pants, letting them barely hang by his lifted leg, though half of his ass was exposed. Cherly bit her lip firmly, running her hand up his bare thigh to his rear and before she could even grasp the cheek her hand was halted by his and he shook his head in denial before smirking at her and with his free hand, pulled his pants down just a bit more to reveal the clean shaven base of his thick cock to her. Her eyes darted to the flesh and he leaned in to kiss her, but held the last inch before their lips met without contact. She grinned and bit her lip once more. “..’S nah fair, Shad..”
He lightly slid his tongue along her lips before pulling back and stepping aside. Another image of him stepped infront of her. He wore only his loin-cloth to hide himself from her; though the outline of his manhood was easily visible. Cherly squirmed in her seat, her hands rubbing her inner thighs and grazing against her own hairless mound with a soft grunt and moan before the image of her lover stepped closer and turned around to present his rear to her, taking her hands and lightly sliding them along the muscular cheeks as he slowly rolled his abs and thrust his hips into the air; so she could feel every motion and every crevice his muscles made with each motion. His hips rocked back and forth slowly, almost like that of a belly-dancer and she would find the dimples just above his hips on his back and kiss them both softly before he turned from her and like before, another image entered her view from the opposite side.
This image was fully nude and his head was tilted before her, combing his fingers through his long white hair to reveal his face to her. He stepped closer to her, his cock hanging in all its girthy glory for her viewing pleasure. His hips began to sway back and forth for her, giving light and slowly thrusts forward as his free hand combed its fingers through her hair and gently took a handful, pulling her head back as he stepped closer, grabbing the base of his cock and lightly sliding it over her glass-cutter-hard nipples and sliding it higher to glide along the nape of her neck.
Cherly shuddered, spreading her legs wider and grinding into the armchair but with no avail or pleasing release. The Kaldorei leaned down, finally giving her that kiss she so desperately desired with a heavy and hearty moan in her throat before he pulled back. She would feel his manhood lightly slide its tip along her cheek and chin before finally over her lips. The light musky, manly smell was intoxicating to her. She slid a hand betwixt her thighs and began to lightly rub her clit finally, finding it too hard to bare for this long. He smiled to her and grasped her hand, removing it from its desired position. He raised her arms and he now straddled the arms of the chair in his standing position.
He leaned to one side, letting one foot stand on the arm with a crook to his knee infront of her before leaning down to kiss her once more. “..this is for earlier.” He kissed her once more, biting and tugging on her lower lip. “..bitch.” He winked. The mirror images dissipating from existence.
He pulled her head back up only to be greeted with his cockhead pressing its way past her lips and into her mouth. She groaned heartedly, closing her eyes and immediately giving into her lust as her arms wrapped around his hip, the other around his waist. Her nails clawed firmly down his flesh as she suckled on the tip gently, and pushing further to take in as much as she could; about half. She encircled his throbbing manhood with her tongue, moving her head back and forth. Her legs spread wide and placed one over the arm of the chair as she began pushing harder and faster, her hand now covered sloppily with saliva as she stroked him with her loving affections. She looked up to his eyes, gazing at him longingly as his eyes were closed, moaning and gasping for her with the reveal of his fanged teeth.
She began letting the head press into the back of her throat with light gags as his hand clutched tighter to her hair and his hips began moving of their own volition. “Mmm.. Cherly.. I’m.. I’m close..!” He gasped weakly, his knees lightly trembling. She aknowledged this opportunity to push harder and take him deeper.
He struggled now, caught in her snare. His orgasm was rearing and he attempted to remove himself to finish as he had before. She had different plans this time, and not a single care or worry. She wanted it. The scent, the display, the pure lust. Cherly’s hand stroked harder at his shaft as she suckled on his head, slathering her tongue over his sweet spot just beneath the head and as he firmly pushed her head back, she only tightened her arms around his waist and hip to keep him in harder.
His orgasm struck his like a bolt of lightning to a conduit. His body went numb with a mixture of muscles tightening and his mind blank. In this moment, he became putty in her arms, other than his legs’ foundation keeping him upright. He tensed more as she continued sucking and stroking. He looked down with angsty gasps as the visual of her moving back and forth on his cock, his elixir dribbling from her lips and down her chin with the sounds of her heated gulps only kept him aroused and stiff amidst her relentless assault on his flesh.
She finally came to a slow stop, her large eyes glancing up to his innocently as she took a few last, long, agonizingly slow motions over his cock and suckled hard on the tip with tight strokes from her hand to milk him dry. He popped from her lips with a loud smack and she kissed the tip with a sheepish smile and a few last gulps to finish the remainder.
“..tha’ was..” Cherly chimed lightly, licking her lips clean and looking up to her lover, “..tha’ was.. Mmm.. fuck.. please do it again?”
He smiled to her, hovering a glass of wine to her, which she took happily with a few sips. “..bu’ fa now..” She said with a single, mischievous eye glaring up at him. “..ya won’ be sleepin’ tonight, love.”
The grove held a vibrant verdant hue that the held a tranquil atmosphere. The only unsettling notion being the lack of wildlife, but their calls still present. Wisps weave in and out through the trees whether avoiding the branches all together or simply being absorbed into the wilderness. Every movement became fluid, slowed, but hardly an issue for one acclimated to the environment. Each passage to be taken led to parts of Azeorth seeming to be untouched by the mortals of the waking world. There was a sullen presence of course, the Dream’s guardian now slumbering eternally with nature itself due to darker influences.
The druidess stirs from her spot in the grass, her mind at ease, but also aware of what could happen if she dwelt too long in the dreamscape. It never hurt to explore just to see what others were capable of. She wouldn’t be alone for long as a phoenix of blue flames circled around her. No harm came as the flames touched her skin, instead it would be a sensation of warmth and comfort she was familiar with. Soaring upward the phoenix distanced itself, but looked back to see if Cherly would follow. Without hesitation, Cherly took on her avian form to chase after the other. Both maneuvered through the air with no concern to follow. Though soon both perched into the branches of a massive oak, the raven curling under the crook of the phoenix’s neck. The blue flames wrap around Cherly in an embrace for comfort.
The sky grew dark with violet and crimson, the air itself thick with toxins that filled Cherly with dread, the sensation all too similar. Clouds form around the raven and phoenix until swallowing the flamed bird, pulling it away from the raven. Its wings flailing, igniting the substance only to be snuffed out and continuing to consume. Bursting through the mist, the phoenix would only be bound by tendrils. The raven flailing and crying out as she used her talons to try and pry the tendrils only to have them pass through each time. Panic setting in as she continues to try saving the phoenix. A voice calling out sending a chill down her spine. “Get away! Flee!” Sha'drelar’s voice telling Cherly to get to safety. She freezes in her spot, not wanting to leave him behind, her heart sinking hard in her chest. The helpless emotion coming in wave after wave, something she never wanted to feel again. It would be too late, the clouds and mists surrounded Cherly trying to capture the druidess. Every attempt she made, fer feathers found the mist liquefying into tar. She managed to shake it off a third time, but backed into another patch. ‘Accept it..’ a whisper echoed through her mind. As she was absorbed, she choked, struggling to breathe.
Several hours had passed for Sha’drelar. Probably felt longer for Cherly who sat beside him in the large rounded room full of mages from all reaches of Azeroth. Magus and Magister, Master and Apprentice, all present for the calling of this conference. Each grouping was at their own cubicle dwelling, walls seperating the groups from the sides and back. Looking like a class room designed to stop cheating on written work. A mid-sized table sat in each cubicle for use of the sitting parties.
With the rush at which this meet was summoned, one would have expected something serious; a discovered plan of the Legion. Or a weakness. Or a new weapon. Anything.. but no. The meeting was a call on how to use the new energies given to them by the Nightfallen and the Suramaritans since the fall of Elisande.
“...bureaucracy at it’s finest. Moving to see what to do with resources and funds before the threat has even passed.” He hung his head drearily, and Cherly began rubbing a hand up his back as she took notice of his stressed demeanor. His head slightly raised to look side-long to her and she smirked slightly to him in such a sly and devilish way that he had become accustomed to, it did not phase him.. “..what are you plotting?”
“Oh.. noth’n.” She grinned impishly in whisper before tugging the silk robe she wore for this event, revealing her bare legs for him. He blinked slightly with a light blush- luckily the room was dim lit, the lights primarily on the speakers in the center of the auditorium. “The Hells are you doing?” He rebuttled softly.
She took his hand and set it on her thigh, guiding it up to reveal she wore nothing beneath, his fingers grazing the slightly hidden mound of his lover causing her to squirm slightly to his touch before she reached into his own robe to slide and slither her hand to his confined shaft, only to retrieve it and begin to stroke it. In shock, he meant to stop her as she grabbed him but as she took hold he was defeated and he fought to maintain his composure, meanwhile his fingers were spreading and penetrating the already wet nethers therein, spreading her lips to allow ease of access as he legs spread slightly.
They both lightly squirmed, doing their best to hide their movements. Her hand stroked his manhood gently with tender squeezes at the base and just beneath the head; prodding the tip with her finger to extract any precum she had labored.
He looked to her, and she gazed up at him. Her face was turning red as she moved her hips ever so slightly with his fingers. Her breathing was getting heavier and the softest of gasps and moans she kept silent in her throat-even he barely heard it. He felt the hot and wet caverns tighten around his finger as he grazed her depths with his fingertip; her eyes clenching shut and biting her lower lip as she came silently, doing her best to keep herself quiet with their little game, her grip tightening on his cock for a few moments before she released with a soft and almost coo of a sigh. Her eyes opened and looked up at him with such glossy wanting.
He was close as well, but he quickly reached with his free hand to take hold of her arm and stop her. He took a deep breath and whispered to her hotly in her ear. “Not yet.. just wait. I promise, I have something special for you when we leave.” He placed a tender kiss to the cheek closest to him and he grinned, still biting her red-painted lips. “Foine. But I swear to whateva Gods ya like, that if we dun get outta here soon, I’m ridin’ ya here on th’damn bench.” She leaned in and kissed him tenderly, only to bit his lower lip and tug it with her teeth, letting it pop from her lips with another devilish grin.
The glow of early evening stretched into the suite from the opened window thanks to Sha'drelar. Both physically spent once again, but at least the condition of the room didn’t suffer from their passions. Instead of her clutched around Sha'drelar, he would have Cherly against him and arms embracing her. Something had woken her up, a different type of hunger setting in as she lay there. A part of her not wanting to move from where she was, no complaints and completely content. But her body had other things in mind as it ached from resting for too long. Turning over, she faces Sha'drelar with a half-lidded gaze and tired smile. Her fingers moving stray locks from his features before tracing over the scar on his cheek.
“Oi..” she said softly. The deep intake through his nostrils being the first response before a groan as he pulled her close again. “We should get up.”
It was late. Very late. Less than an hour before sunrise. The stars shined brightly, twinkling in the night sky above the Broken Isle from the suite in Dalaran that Cherly had invited him to stay in.. every night.. the past two weeks. Since their first night together she kept him to herself like a child with their favorite toy. He was exhausted but would be lying if he feigned his feelings for her, and how much they grew day after day.
He sat up from their shared bed, slowly sliding himself from Cherly’s titan-grip on his waist. He stood, nude, and walked to the window, looking out past the city vista to the mountains of Highmountain province. As a mage, his eyes could focus on the raw mana of the land and it thrived to his sight; much more alive now than it was when the Horde and Alliance both arrived.
The land overflowed with energy. The liberation of Suramar helped, he was sure. With the leylines discovered by the Kirin Tor and their power harvest by the Nightfallen, things were feeling more like the Isles were returning to some sentiment of ‘normal’. Atleast as normal as things got around here. He turned, looking at Cherly who slept soundly, clutching at a pillow. Her rear exposed as well as one of her supple breasts peering from beneath her arm. He walked over to the bed and pulled the blanket over her before planting a kiss to her cheek, light enough to not wake her.
His attention turned to their balcony, wrapping a discarded sheet from the bed around his waist tightly to cover himself before opening the large glass double-doors and stepping outside as quietly as he could. He leaned over the banister and looked into the city streets as he grabbed one of the cigarettes she had left out on the balcony, and he lit it with a small flame from his finger. It was a bad habit he had picked up because of her, but after sex; nothing was as satisfying than basking in one another and enjoying one of these cigarettes.
The last few weeks played through his mind; the endless entertaining of higher-ranked mages (though ‘rank’ never meant anything to skill or power), studying, experimenting, gathering research on all the weapons that were gifted to the special heroes of the Alliance and Horde. His mind was so full of knowledge and theories and hypothesis and possible altercations that he could write tomes to possibly surpass that of even Medivh.
He ashed his cigarette after a long pull.
But then, this little girl, this worgen girl who never ever took her worgen form. She came into his life. Moreso he came into hers; drugged, gift-wrapped, and naked as a newborn. He laughed lightly as he recalled how Cherly recapped the story to him. Her brother, Malthaius, the scoundrel he was, set up their meeting and apparently blossomed into what he planned all along. Though he had only met him once more since the night Malthaius drugged him; he had heard several recounted stories of the man. He was wanted and at a high price. He couldn’t turn him into the Kirin Tor, because of his lover. But he had a responsibility to the city of Dalaran. He took a deep breath and pulled from the cigarette once more.
The last two weeks have been riddled with the woman. Without complaint, of course. They went together to the grand opening of a friend’s store. Several dinner and picnic dates. Some simple walks around the ‘safer’ areas of the Isles. Many early evenings spent watching the stars and telling stories of their pasts. Save one or two nights, almost every night has ended with them nude and sweating in one another’s arms as they drifted to sleep. He turned, to look at his lover and saw her rolled over, her entire backside poking from beneath the blanket. He sighed with a smirk before finishing the cigarette and snuffing it in the glass ashtray. He walked back inside, leaving the doors open behind him to let some soft breeze in.
He walked to the bar, pouring himself a goblet of elsberry wine; immediately taking a sip and closing his eyes to enjoy the flavor. “..what’re ya doin’?” Sha’drelar practically snorted into the goblet as Cherly’s voice rang out to him and he looked to her, sitting up with her breasts exposed to him, head tilted lightly with those wide, but sleep-ridden eyes. “ Everythin’ alrigh’, love?”
“Aye, everything is fine. Just woke up, and wanted a drink. Opened the doors to let some air in. Felt a little stuffy.” He responded, taking another drink before walking over to her and sitting on the bed beside her, offering her the goblet. She took a few sips and stood on her knees, pressing herself against his back and wrapping her arms around him. “...you’re a shite liar, hon.” She responded.
He sighed and nodded with a chuckle. “..those damn ears of yours..” He laughed a bit. “..just woke up and started thinking. About everything that’s happened to me, the last months. And us, these last few weeks. A lot has changed and just took some time to reply it all.” He looked over his shoulder as her head set over his collarbone. He gave her a kiss to the nose. “Nothing bad, I promise.”
“Anythin’ ya wan’ ta talk about?” She chimed softly, nuzzling into his neck. “I’m a pretty decent a’ listenin’ ya know?” She chuckled and he shook his head, “Not at this moment. But if I do need the counsel, trust me, you’re already the first one I’m going to seek.” He leaned back into her. “Come bah’ ta bed, ya git.” She whispered into his long ear. He nodded and shuffled himself into the bed beside her once more.
...only she had other plans. She threw her leg over his waist and straddled his waist. “..ya woke me up.. and I was ‘avin’ a good dream. Ya need ta make i’ up ta me now.” She smirked down at him with half-lid eyes. “..Le’see if we ca’ break our record a’ five times, ya?” She leaned down and kissed him softly as his hands, without protest, found her hips with a gentle grasp.
If this was torture.. he would gladly be chained to the wall.
The pair arrive in the Den, bags in their arms of all the glittery goods that Sha’drelar had bought for Cherly. Setting the two he held onto the floor, the mage smiles while peering around the suite. “Odd being able to see it fully. Looks like your brother left for the night, things seem in order.” He nods opening the door, turning to look back at Cherly. “Have a good night, dear.”
Before he even managed to get two steps out the door, Cherly grasped his arm. With force, she pulls Sha’drelar back into the Den and slammed the door shut behind him.
“Is something the matter?” he seemed confused while looking down at her.
She wouldn’t answer only to let go of his arm, placing her hands onto his chest and pushes him back toward the bed.
“Uh..C-Cher?” he tries to inquire again only to have his backside meet the mattress and his elbows propping himself up.His eyes wide as he swallows hard, cheeks holding a dark blue. Unknowingly, he pulled himself back further onto the bed with one knee bent and leg extended.
Already undoing her vest and kicking off her boots, she crawls onto the bed. Inch by inch she made her way up his form, her fingers trailing along the fabric of his robes while careful of putting too much pressure. Once her legs were around his hips, grabs hold of his chest and pressed her lips firmly against his. The hunger becoming evident with each passing second and brushing of lips as she prolongs the kiss. Freeing both of her hands, each seize the sides of his arms until directing his left around her waist and the right to her front, wanting to be touched by him.
ACTs II, and III omitted for reasons of tastefulness.
ACT IV
..hours later, both Cherly and Sha’drelar were spent, physically. Their hours of love-making permeated the air with the stink and mess of their labours. The bed they both laid upon was messy and soaked with sweat and other bodily fluids, compliments of their desperate need for one another this night. They both laid in the bed, he laid barren for any to see, should they enter. His hair was a clumped mess with a hand behind his head, the opposing knee raised with his eyes half-lid as they stared glossily to the ceiling. His body too, was glossed over from sweat in the warm light given by their burning hearth.
Cherly laid nude beside him, her arm strewn over his chest and her hand rested on his collarbone. His neck was strewn with hickey bruises and bite-marks from her, and she ran her fingers over them, proud of her ‘art’ she doted on him. Her breasts laid softly on his abdomen, pressed firmly as she laid mostly on her stomach and with a leg wrapped around his hip. She was content, and a little sore. Though not an ounce of regret or care; only wanting these moments to last even longer, the longer they continued on together. Cherly would feel his large hand grasping her rear and she looked up, smiling with a soft blush and nuzzle into his pectoral.
After several moments, she adjusted herself only to reach for their bedside table, and pulled a shining case from the drawer; producing two cigarettes and lighting them on a nearby candle, placing one in his lips with little resistance after she stole another kiss from his blue lips. “Mmm.. been thinkin’ ‘bout tha’ for ova a week now.”
“Really?” He responded. “..we’ve only known one another a week.” He chuckled.
“No’ a single fuck given’.” She smiled before chuckling. “Well.. maybe this one, eh? More ta come hopefully.” She kissed his chin. “Ya’ve ben perfect, Shad. No regrets.” She cuddled gently into him as she pulled from her cigarette.
Sha’drelar pulled as well from his, blowing the smoke into the air before looking around the room. The coffee table was stained and the candelabra was knocked over. The couch had multiple whitish-grey stains all over the material as well. The chairs of the breakfast table were overturned and the rug infront of the emblazoned hearth was doubled over itself. Their room was a horrid mess. He chuckled and she looked to him, and followed his eyes, immediately catching his meaning and he whispered softly.
“Nope. Not a single fuck is given.” He smirked down to her. “...the cleaning person will be getting a large tip, too.”
Tips: Don’t stutter, stumble, or crouch to talk to her.. she is a little short though.
Sha’drelar had approached her door to knock upon it. It was time for their date, finally. He was nervous now, almost as was before he even asked the woman out.
Was he over-analyzing? She said she’d go out to dinner, perhaps he was putting too much pressure on himself to impress. Footsteps approaching the door from the other side. He combed his fingers through his hair one last time, tugged his shirt a few times to release wrinkles, and finally as he breathed into his hand to ensure his breath wasn’t rancid; the door opened.. and luckily his hand covered his mouth, for it dropped seeing the attractive woman standing before him.
Her eyes, angled with blue and green eye shadow. her lips pouty but firmly smiling as those wide eyes glanced to him. Her corset was finely tailored and only accentuated the curves of her gentle hourglass figure. He was lost just staring at her for a few long moments. “..wow..”
“Wot a’ya lookin’ at? ‘Ave I got a stain on me or som’tin?” She asked, knowing full-well she had taken plenty of time to ensure she was almost painting-perfect. Sha’drelar felt rather underwhelming a moment in her presence but he quickly waved the feeling aside.
“Not at all.. just.. you look stunning when you dress up. Without intention to kill something, I mean.” He chuckled softly. “I checked in with the tavern and our reservations are ready for us.” He guided her to join him for the walk through the city.
Their steps would echo softly, the streets were not abandoned for the night, as it was still relatively early. But the festivities of the Summer Festivals had ended, so most people took to returning to bed at normal hours. He took it as a blessing for his trepidation was still rearing it’s head. But he was calming himself as more time went on.
Cherly had taken his arm, wrapping both of hers around his elbow and forearm. Lucky for him, the color of his skin and the dark, somber night helped hide the bright change in hue of his skin when she clutched him to her breasts as though it was such a normal thing for them to escort one another.
“Why ain’t ya talkin’, hon? Som’tin wrong?” She chimed to him. He shook his head softly. “No, nothing is wrong. Just nervous, still. Also I don’t have too much interesting to talk about. I don’t think you’re too interested in the politics of the Kirin Tor and the Mages of Dalaran. And.. I don’t really want to bring up the happenings in the Isles. I think we could both use a break from it.” He looked down to her, curling his arm slightly to clutch her gently to him. “I’d love to hear more about you, and your brother.. the strange fellow that he is.”
They approached the tavern finally, and it had been cleared of all patrons save a few late-night bar crawlers. Their two tables were pressed together end on end, and their entire spread was being brought and placed for them to enjoy once they settled in. He looked to her. “..so.. I hope you can find something you like. I wanted to ensure there was a welcome spread for you.” He brought her to the table, and gently pulled out a chair for her.
Cherly had begun to pace around her room, resisting the urge to comb her fingers through her hair, or reach for any region of her face. To her, this was probably the best she could muster when it came primping. A final look in the mirror, she takes in a deep breath through her nose. “Ever'thin’ is goin’ to be alright. Just breathe.”
When opening the door, she at first feared it would just be a maid coming to change the linens only to see her date for the evening. His robes were not something of the overly gaudy which she greatly appreciated. A mix of reds, browns, faded golds all contrasting with his ashen blue complexion. Though the features of his face would be her main focus as she smiles up to him.
By the time the pair managed to make their way to the tavern, she cants her head slightly to his last statement in regards to herself and her brother. “Well, I tend to ‘ave a bit of an open book sort of thin’. Ask me anythin’ and I’m willin’ to answer.”
At the entrance of the tavern, she peers around the room for anyone else that may be seen as an issue. It seemed most were minding her own and her attention shifts toward the display of food before her. If it weren’t for him leading her to the table, she would have remained frozen at the door. Taking her seat, she lifts her head to try to see over the entirety of the spread, eyes darting from each selection unsure where she should begin. “Ya’..’ad this all done for me?”
Sha’drelar nodded. “Well.. I mean, I’m sure we’re both hungry. But.. I didn’t really know what you liked, or preferred. So, this was ensuring there was -something- you’d eat.” He laughed a bit.
He took his own seat infront of her on the table, his head tilting softly as he eyed the entire assortment of food. “…yea I think I overdid it a little bit.” He laughed at himself before pulling a few slices of roast boar, fruit, bread and cheese. He poured them both some elsberry wine to enjoy with their meal.
“So.. from Gilneas, what was it like during the Cataclysm, if you don’t mind me asking? Your accent is still strong, so it’s pretty obvious you’re still pretty connected to your home.” He took a bite from some bread and cut some meat into bites. “..and your family? Children? Other siblings?” His head tilted as he asked curiously.
Having yet to decide what to start off with, she soon brought herself to grab the carving knife and drives it into the whole turkey. A leg with thigh meat still attached, she placed it onto her plate. The next she placed would be a roll of bread and a variety of vegetables to balance it all. “Definitely a wise tactic. Can’t go wron’ if ya’ at least try to have somethin’. Though to be fair, I’m easy to please when it comes to food.”
Taking a few bites, she held a soft smile to her lips even while he questioned. Setting the prongs of her fork onto the plate, she moves the food around. “Durin’?” she chuckles. “It chaos and hell to put it lightly. People runnin’ around about the end of days, Forsaken killin’ those that couldn’t get out, worgen runnin’ rampant if they weren’t tamed by elixir or druids.” She lifts her eyes to Sha'drelar. “Pro'ly not wot ya’ were lookin’ for in an answer.”
“As for family? Just Malth and I are left. Ma and Da never mentioned others if they had any, or siblin’s of their own for that matter. Kids?” she blew a raspberry. “Ain’t in any rush to ‘ave any of my own that’s for sure.”
He nods as he listened intently, taking it all in as he took a few bites here and there during her tale. “I understand. I only had heard stories of the chaos that came from it. I have never seen Gilneas. I hear it’s architecture and vistas are quite beautiful, in a somber and somewhat dreary kind of way. Rumors say the sun never shines there. Always looking like it will rain.”
He took a sip from his wine, licking his lips as she continued speaking of her family, or lack thereof. “I see. I am sorry to hear that. Must be hard living alone after everything happened the way it did.” He smirked. “Doesn’t seem to impact your sibling to harshly, strange man that he is.” He took another bite of some fruit.
“Yes, I agree. Not really too fond of having kids myself. The Kaldorei are pretty known for their patience, but I’m afraid the Creator was all out of it when I was born.” He laughed and looked to her with a light tilt of his head. “If it’s of any interest, I never knew my folks. Well, not really. My earliest memories were standing infront of a burning pyre near Starsong, in Ashenvale. I was moved from family to family. I think my.. abilities.. started showing through in my youth so it was tough for my people to handle it until I got a bit older and learned how to control it.” He took another sip of his wine and ate a few more pieces of meat with some broad chaser. “..no siblings I know of. No kids, obviously. Or mate.” He glanced up at her. “..living or otherwise. I’m a bit new to this whole thing, actually. Dating, I mean.”
She finishes her first plate of food, already looking for another serving. This go, she grabbed more or less what Sha'drelar had on his plate only to pause to take a sip of elsberry wine. “That’s the beautiful thin’ about ‘ome. Never really knew wot time it was nor cared for that matter. The majority of the time ya’ stayed inside or just said fuck it and walked around in the rain.”
Offering a shrug, she smirked at the mention of her brother. “Nah, he’s been a lone wolf since I can remember. Wasn’t until I was about eleven that I stayed with him for a time. Went our seperate ways more or less until the walls fell.”
“I just..don’t 'ave the patience for them, ya’ know? The constant beggin’ and whinin’ about someone yankin’ the others hair or throwin’ up on somethin’,” she sighs and shakes her head. She let his last words settle on her before perking a brow. “Ya’ mean to tell me all ya’ did was study?”
“It does sound like it has it’s own.. morbid beauty to it.” He said, taking a bite of some cheese curds with dried sausage. “ Do you miss your home? I mean, do you go and visit it often, or are you too busy with the war efforts?” He leaned back to take a short break, sipping from his wine.
“Ehh. Your brother interests me.” He looked to her with a smile, “..not as much as you though. I mean, he did gift-wrap me.. for some reason.. and left me for you. He spoke highly of you, before everything went fuzzy and black.” He laughed at his own plight. He listened to her speak curiously of his love life as hhe finished the bread from his plate.
He nodded softly to her as she finished. “More or less. Don’t mistake me, I dated before. But, was very brief.” He smirked as he looked her over. “..she was.. boring. Cared about clothes and what jewelry she could wear.” He sighed. “Not really my kind of idea, of a good relationship.” He laughed, taking a few more small bites before moving on to the pandaren dishes, randomly taking portions from almost everything before taking his seat once more.
Tips: Don’t stutter, stumble, or crouch to talk to her.. she is a little short though.
Sha’drelar had approached her door to knock upon it. It was time for their date, finally. He was nervous now, almost as was before he even asked the woman out.
Was he over-analyzing? She said she’d go out to dinner, perhaps he was putting too much pressure on himself to impress. Footsteps approaching the door from the other side. He combed his fingers through his hair one last time, tugged his shirt a few times to release wrinkles, and finally as he breathed into his hand to ensure his breath wasn’t rancid; the door opened.. and luckily his hand covered his mouth, for it dropped seeing the attractive woman standing before him.
Her eyes, angled with blue and green eye shadow. her lips pouty but firmly smiling as those wide eyes glanced to him. Her corset was finely tailored and only accentuated the curves of her gentle hourglass figure. He was lost just staring at her for a few long moments. “..wow..”
“Wot a’ya lookin’ at? ‘Ave I got a stain on me or som’tin?” She asked, knowing full-well she had taken plenty of time to ensure she was almost painting-perfect. Sha’drelar felt rather underwhelming a moment in her presence but he quickly waved the feeling aside.
“Not at all.. just.. you look stunning when you dress up. Without intention to kill something, I mean.” He chuckled softly. “I checked in with the tavern and our reservations are ready for us.” He guided her to join him for the walk through the city.
Their steps would echo softly, the streets were not abandoned for the night, as it was still relatively early. But the festivities of the Summer Festivals had ended, so most people took to returning to bed at normal hours. He took it as a blessing for his trepidation was still rearing it’s head. But he was calming himself as more time went on.
Cherly had taken his arm, wrapping both of hers around his elbow and forearm. Lucky for him, the color of his skin and the dark, somber night helped hide the bright change in hue of his skin when she clutched him to her breasts as though it was such a normal thing for them to escort one another.
“Why ain’t ya talkin’, hon? Som’tin wrong?” She chimed to him. He shook his head softly. “No, nothing is wrong. Just nervous, still. Also I don’t have too much interesting to talk about. I don’t think you’re too interested in the politics of the Kirin Tor and the Mages of Dalaran. And.. I don’t really want to bring up the happenings in the Isles. I think we could both use a break from it.” He looked down to her, curling his arm slightly to clutch her gently to him. “I’d love to hear more about you, and your brother.. the strange fellow that he is.”
They approached the tavern finally, and it had been cleared of all patrons save a few late-night bar crawlers. Their two tables were pressed together end on end, and their entire spread was being brought and placed for them to enjoy once they settled in. He looked to her. “..so.. I hope you can find something you like. I wanted to ensure there was a welcome spread for you.” He brought her to the table, and gently pulled out a chair for her.
Cherly had begun to pace around her room, resisting the urge to comb her fingers through her hair, or reach for any region of her face. To her, this was probably the best she could muster when it came primping. A final look in the mirror, she takes in a deep breath through her nose. “Ever'thin’ is goin’ to be alright. Just breathe.”
When opening the door, she at first feared it would just be a maid coming to change the linens only to see her date for the evening. His robes were not something of the overly gaudy which she greatly appreciated. A mix of reds, browns, faded golds all contrasting with his ashen blue complexion. Though the features of his face would be her main focus as she smiles up to him.
By the time the pair managed to make their way to the tavern, she cants her head slightly to his last statement in regards to herself and her brother. “Well, I tend to ‘ave a bit of an open book sort of thin’. Ask me anythin’ and I’m willin’ to answer.”
At the entrance of the tavern, she peers around the room for anyone else that may be seen as an issue. It seemed most were minding her own and her attention shifts toward the display of food before her. If it weren’t for him leading her to the table, she would have remained frozen at the door. Taking her seat, she lifts her head to try to see over the entirety of the spread, eyes darting from each selection unsure where she should begin. “Ya’..’ad this all done for me?”
Sha’drelar nodded. “Well.. I mean, I’m sure we’re both hungry. But.. I didn’t really know what you liked, or preferred. So, this was ensuring there was -something- you’d eat.” He laughed a bit.
He took his own seat infront of her on the table, his head tilting softly as he eyed the entire assortment of food. “…yea I think I overdid it a little bit.” He laughed at himself before pulling a few slices of roast boar, fruit, bread and cheese. He poured them both some elsberry wine to enjoy with their meal.
“So.. from Gilneas, what was it like during the Cataclysm, if you don’t mind me asking? Your accent is still strong, so it’s pretty obvious you’re still pretty connected to your home.” He took a bite from some bread and cut some meat into bites. “..and your family? Children? Other siblings?” His head tilted as he asked curiously.
Having yet to decide what to start off with, she soon brought herself to grab the carving knife and drives it into the whole turkey. A leg with thigh meat still attached, she placed it onto her plate. The next she placed would be a roll of bread and a variety of vegetables to balance it all. “Definitely a wise tactic. Can’t go wron’ if ya’ at least try to have somethin’. Though to be fair, I’m easy to please when it comes to food.”
Taking a few bites, she held a soft smile to her lips even while he questioned. Setting the prongs of her fork onto the plate, she moves the food around. “Durin’?” she chuckles. “It chaos and hell to put it lightly. People runnin’ around about the end of days, Forsaken killin’ those that couldn’t get out, worgen runnin’ rampant if they weren’t tamed by elixir or druids.” She lifts her eyes to Sha'drelar. “Pro'ly not wot ya’ were lookin’ for in an answer.”
“As for family? Just Malth and I are left. Ma and Da never mentioned others if they had any, or siblin’s of their own for that matter. Kids?” she blew a raspberry. “Ain’t in any rush to ‘ave any of my own that’s for sure.”
He nods as he listened intently, taking it all in as he took a few bites here and there during her tale. “I understand. I only had heard stories of the chaos that came from it. I have never seen Gilneas. I hear it’s architecture and vistas are quite beautiful, in a somber and somewhat dreary kind of way. Rumors say the sun never shines there. Always looking like it will rain.”
He took a sip from his wine, licking his lips as she continued speaking of her family, or lack thereof. “I see. I am sorry to hear that. Must be hard living alone after everything happened the way it did.” He smirked. “Doesn’t seem to impact your sibling to harshly, strange man that he is.” He took another bite of some fruit.
“Yes, I agree. Not really too fond of having kids myself. The Kaldorei are pretty known for their patience, but I’m afraid the Creator was all out of it when I was born.” He laughed and looked to her with a light tilt of his head. “If it’s of any interest, I never knew my folks. Well, not really. My earliest memories were standing infront of a burning pyre near Starsong, in Ashenvale. I was moved from family to family. I think my.. abilities.. started showing through in my youth so it was tough for my people to handle it until I got a bit older and learned how to control it.” He took another sip of his wine and ate a few more pieces of meat with some broad chaser. “..no siblings I know of. No kids, obviously. Or mate.” He glanced up at her. “..living or otherwise. I’m a bit new to this whole thing, actually. Dating, I mean.”
Tips: Don’t stutter, stumble, or crouch to talk to her.. she is a little short though.
Sha’drelar had approached her door to knock upon it. It was time for their date, finally. He was nervous now, almost as was before he even asked the woman out.
Was he over-analyzing? She said she’d go out to dinner, perhaps he was putting too much pressure on himself to impress. Footsteps approaching the door from the other side. He combed his fingers through his hair one last time, tugged his shirt a few times to release wrinkles, and finally as he breathed into his hand to ensure his breath wasn’t rancid; the door opened.. and luckily his hand covered his mouth, for it dropped seeing the attractive woman standing before him.
Her eyes, angled with blue and green eye shadow. her lips pouty but firmly smiling as those wide eyes glanced to him. Her corset was finely tailored and only accentuated the curves of her gentle hourglass figure. He was lost just staring at her for a few long moments. “..wow..”
“Wot a’ya lookin’ at? ‘Ave I got a stain on me or som’tin?” She asked, knowing full-well she had taken plenty of time to ensure she was almost painting-perfect. Sha’drelar felt rather underwhelming a moment in her presence but he quickly waved the feeling aside.
“Not at all.. just.. you look stunning when you dress up. Without intention to kill something, I mean.” He chuckled softly. “I checked in with the tavern and our reservations are ready for us.” He guided her to join him for the walk through the city.
Their steps would echo softly, the streets were not abandoned for the night, as it was still relatively early. But the festivities of the Summer Festivals had ended, so most people took to returning to bed at normal hours. He took it as a blessing for his trepidation was still rearing it’s head. But he was calming himself as more time went on.
Cherly had taken his arm, wrapping both of hers around his elbow and forearm. Lucky for him, the color of his skin and the dark, somber night helped hide the bright change in hue of his skin when she clutched him to her breasts as though it was such a normal thing for them to escort one another.
“Why ain’t ya talkin’, hon? Som’tin wrong?” She chimed to him. He shook his head softly. “No, nothing is wrong. Just nervous, still. Also I don’t have too much interesting to talk about. I don’t think you’re too interested in the politics of the Kirin Tor and the Mages of Dalaran. And.. I don’t really want to bring up the happenings in the Isles. I think we could both use a break from it.” He looked down to her, curling his arm slightly to clutch her gently to him. “I’d love to hear more about you, and your brother.. the strange fellow that he is.”
They approached the tavern finally, and it had been cleared of all patrons save a few late-night bar crawlers. Their two tables were pressed together end on end, and their entire spread was being brought and placed for them to enjoy once they settled in. He looked to her. “..so.. I hope you can find something you like. I wanted to ensure there was a welcome spread for you.” He brought her to the table, and gently pulled out a chair for her.
Cherly had begun to pace around her room, resisting the urge to comb her fingers through her hair, or reach for any region of her face. To her, this was probably the best she could muster when it came primping. A final look in the mirror, she takes in a deep breath through her nose. “Ever'thin’ is goin’ to be alright. Just breathe.”
When opening the door, she at first feared it would just be a maid coming to change the linens only to see her date for the evening. His robes were not something of the overly gaudy which she greatly appreciated. A mix of reds, browns, faded golds all contrasting with his ashen blue complexion. Though the features of his face would be her main focus as she smiles up to him.
By the time the pair managed to make their way to the tavern, she cants her head slightly to his last statement in regards to herself and her brother. “Well, I tend to ‘ave a bit of an open book sort of thin’. Ask me anythin’ and I’m willin’ to answer.”
At the entrance of the tavern, she peers around the room for anyone else that may be seen as an issue. It seemed most were minding her own and her attention shifts toward the display of food before her. If it weren’t for him leading her to the table, she would have remained frozen at the door. Taking her seat, she lifts her head to try to see over the entirety of the spread, eyes darting from each selection unsure where she should begin. “Ya’..’ad this all done for me?”
Sha’drelar nodded. “Well.. I mean, I’m sure we’re both hungry. But.. I didn’t really know what you liked, or preferred. So, this was ensuring there was -something- you’d eat.” He laughed a bit.
He took his own seat infront of her on the table, his head tilting softly as he eyed the entire assortment of food. “...yea I think I overdid it a little bit.” He laughed at himself before pulling a few slices of roast boar, fruit, bread and cheese. He poured them both some elsberry wine to enjoy with their meal.
“So.. from Gilneas, what was it like during the Cataclysm, if you don’t mind me asking? Your accent is still strong, so it’s pretty obvious you’re still pretty connected to your home.” He took a bite from some bread and cut some meat into bites. “..and your family? Children? Other siblings?” His head tilted as he asked curiously.
Tips: Don’t stutter, stumble, or crouch to talk to her.. she is a little short though.
Sha’drelar had approached her door to knock upon it. It was time for their date, finally. He was nervous now, almost as was before he even asked the woman out.
Was he over-analyzing? She said she’d go out to dinner, perhaps he was putting too much pressure on himself to impress. Footsteps approaching the door from the other side. He combed his fingers through his hair one last time, tugged his shirt a few times to release wrinkles, and finally as he breathed into his hand to ensure his breath wasn’t rancid; the door opened.. and luckily his hand covered his mouth, for it dropped seeing the attractive woman standing before him.
Her eyes, angled with blue and green eye shadow. her lips pouty but firmly smiling as those wide eyes glanced to him. Her corset was finely tailored and only accentuated the curves of her gentle hourglass figure. He was lost just staring at her for a few long moments. “..wow..”
“Wot a’ya lookin’ at? ‘Ave I got a stain on me or som’tin?” She asked, knowing full-well she had taken plenty of time to ensure she was almost painting-perfect. Sha’drelar felt rather underwhelming a moment in her presence but he quickly waved the feeling aside.
“Not at all.. just.. you look stunning when you dress up. Without intention to kill something, I mean.” He chuckled softly. “I checked in with the tavern and our reservations are ready for us.” He guided her to join him for the walk through the city.
Their steps would echo softly, the streets were not abandoned for the night, as it was still relatively early. But the festivities of the Summer Festivals had ended, so most people took to returning to bed at normal hours. He took it as a blessing for his trepidation was still rearing it’s head. But he was calming himself as more time went on.
Cherly had taken his arm, wrapping both of hers around his elbow and forearm. Lucky for him, the color of his skin and the dark, somber night helped hide the bright change in hue of his skin when she clutched him to her breasts as though it was such a normal thing for them to escort one another.
“Why ain’t ya talkin’, hon? Som’tin wrong?” She chimed to him. He shook his head softly. “No, nothing is wrong. Just nervous, still. Also I don’t have too much interesting to talk about. I don’t think you’re too interested in the politics of the Kirin Tor and the Mages of Dalaran. And.. I don’t really want to bring up the happenings in the Isles. I think we could both use a break from it.” He looked down to her, curling his arm slightly to clutch her gently to him. “I’d love to hear more about you, and your brother.. the strange fellow that he is.”
They approached the tavern finally, and it had been cleared of all patrons save a few late-night bar crawlers. Their two tables were pressed together end on end, and their entire spread was being brought and placed for them to enjoy once they settled in. He looked to her. “..so.. I hope you can find something you like. I wanted to ensure there was a welcome spread for you.” He brought her to the table, and gently pulled out a chair for her.
She said yes. Cherly actually said yes to going out to dinner with him! He was ecstatic and nervous in equal measure. This was his first outting with a young woman in.. decades? He had spent so long apprenticing, and studying, and running experiments in the name of knowledge, he had forgotten nearly to live his life. but now he paid for it. Now, he was shaky and could barely hold his attention on the mirror as he looked back and forth from robe to robe, conjuring his attire for the evening. Someone knocked and entered his room and he immediately turned, ready to blast the foolish enemy with every cinder he had as he was standing in some simple slippers and his undershorts with his robe wide open.
It was a maid, for turn-down service. He hadn’t placed the Do Not Disturb sign.. She blushed and nodded in apology before quickly turning to leave and slamming the door shut practically. Sha’drelar sighed and rolled his eyes.
He looked back to his mirror, closing his robe and belting it off. He still had plenty of time and would make a decision later. He turned and stepped for the door, stepping out and locking it behind him.
He left the inn, and made his way to the tavern where the reservations were. He wanted to ensure things were done well, and that things would be worthy of their date. Once he arrived, the table, which was 2 tables pressed together, were already cordoned off with a little card that read ‘RESERVED’. He smiled finally, feeling a bit at ease.
He approached the table and the barkeep, whome he made the reservation with sighed heavily with relief.
“Finally!” The keep spouted. “I tried contacting you earlier. But I got nothing back from you, I need to know what dishes you wish made.”
The Night Elf nodded, looking over a menu and walking to the kitchen, searching for the head chef. It was an assortment of men and women, of all races.
“For tonight’s reserved meal, we would like Pandaren Peanut Chicken with vegetables, Assortments of fruits, fine-sliced with a mix of nuts. Dragon-Breath Chili, Pine-Nut bread, Darnassian Bleu wedges with crusted bread slices and spiced wheat crackers..”
As he prattled on more and more dishes and sides and drinks, the entire congregation just began to slowly lose all hope of life, it seemed, from their eyes. They prepared large banquets before, for large parties but.. for two people..?
A few hours later, the food was all prepped, within the kitchen was a slew of a mess, with the smell of many different meats, vegetables, flour, sugar, peppers, spices.. and in the middle of it, was a large Pandaren called Nomi, who was an amazing chef in his own right, but made many mistakes, only to try again and ruining many of the dishes. “I swear..” Sha’drelar spoke up, covered in flour and his hair a complete mess as he had helped with the preparations. “..You are the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever dealt with. You gave us an extra hour of work just so you could ‘experiment’!”
“It’s all part of the process, food is art! Mistakes must be m-” Nomi was cut off.
“You idiot sandwich!” Sha’drelar grabbed two slices of bread. “I don’t have time for you to experiment! This is important!” The elf placed the bread on both sides of Nomi’s head. “What are you?!” The Elf asked sternly.
“..a.. Pandaren..” Nomi replied. Sha’drelar sighed and walked out, rubbing his eyes. He was off to clean up and finally get dressed. He needed to go pick up his date too..
The floating city offered a sense of peace despite the Broken Isles and Shore lingering not far below. The skies themselves held a eerie green hue if one were to venture to the outside of the walls that kept citizens from falling from the to their death, even with the waters below. The surrounding air holds the illusion of violet combined with magenta.
The druidess and mage find themselves treading the stones of the city while remaining at each others side. The difference in their height of course made the mage turn to look down to Cherly more often than not while she would have to tilt her head almost completely back to hold eye contact. Nevertheless, it wouldn’t stop them from enjoying the other’s company.
The Chamber of the Guardian offered a quiet atmosphere while the magics of the world seemed to gather. Sha'drelar, with his abilities, crafts a tea set to place on the table between the two while also a tray of strudels were placed beside it. His illuminated gaze turned to Cherly with a content smile across his lips as he regards her. “Refreshments? Malthaius told me you have a bit of a sweet tooth, I hope these suffice.”
The rain was falling heavily as he wandered the city of Dalaran. Most walking by with umbrellas or large hats and/or hoods to cover themselves from the rain. He manipulated his fire magicks, raising his body temperature high enough to evaporate the rain drops before they even touched his robes; leaving a trail of steam raising from him like a dense fog rolling in during a cold day after a hard rain.
The voice of the druidess continued to echo in his mind: “I like havin’ ya’ around. Rather not scare ya’ off just yet. “
The woman, Cherly, had captivated his mind so quickly with her kindness and the darkness that lay within. Just as it had intrigued him about her brother; with the darkness that laid within his light. Siblings, polar opposites but closer than any siblings or lovers he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. He was set up with this woman for a ‘meeting’ by her brother; having been stripped nude and left wrapped like a Winter’s Veil gift. He blushed lightly within his hooded robe, recalling as well that she admitted seeing him in all his shame.
He could not help but chuckled to himself as their entire conversation replayed through his mind. He was nervous and smitten, trepidation and emotional arousal tugged at his mind. He always had to handle himself around high-nobles and magisters, but never was he so inclined to keep the attention of someone he had just met for his own desire just for her presence. Her smile and those large, kitten-like curiosity-plagued eyes were the first and last things he had seen of her, and he looked forward to seeing those features again, sooner rather than later.
He had entered a nearby tavern, removing his hood and shaking his long silver hair free of it’s confines. Approaching the barkeeper, he would take a seat and nod. “Elsberry Brandy, thank you.” He placed a stack of silvers on the counter beside his shot glass, and as the glass was poured, a few coins were taken; the bottle left for him to dispose of it’s contents as he desired.
“Been a while since you’ve come in, Sire. Is everything alright?” The keep chimed.
“Fine. Just, err.. busy. Had a.. delivery.. to make.”
The keep nodded and took a few more coins as another double-shot’s worth was poured into the mage’s glass.
“..actually..” Shad’relar intervened, “..can I make some reservations? I’d like to keep a table reserved for.. tonight or tomorrow.. not sure yet. I’ll pay for both nights, just in case?”
“Oh? Gonna entertain some other magister from Silvermoon? Or one of the Kirin Tor, again?” The keep asked, washing a few glasses. The bar was empty, the Kaldorei being the only patron to walk in during the rain. “But otherwise, sure. I don’t mind keeping something held for you, Sire.”
Sha’drelar waved his hand. “No.. not some VIP or Magister. Just.. a friend.” The mage pulled a few gold coins from his purse and stacked them before knocking them over gently, so the keep could count them. “Two nights reserved.. 20 gold cover it?”
The keep laughed and nodded. “Aye, M’lord. That will cover it. And a friend, eh? May I ask.. is it just a friend, or maybe you finally got a date?” He prodded the mage with a wink.
“...maybe. I haven’t asked her yet.” He looked to the keep, pouring his last glass and taking the double shot in a single gulp. Leaving the few spare silvers on the bar as a tip. “..just, needed some courage first.” He smirked and pulled his hood up. “Wish me luck.”
He left the tavern, heading towards the inn where Cher had a permanent room. He stood before the threshold of her door, and knocked a bit frantically. In his fear of rejection, he almost immediately turned to leave quick, but the door opened before he could make 2 steps. “Oi! Sha’drelar! Forget somethin’? Been gone since we ‘ad tea yesterday.”
The Night Elf turned to face her as she spoke, having caught him. He smiled lightly, nodding to her. He was nervous and his heart pounded in his chest. Her heightened senses likely picking it up as trepidation set in.
“No, Cherly.” He said softly. “I was.. walking around and started to think about how much I enjoyed your company. We were having a good time, I felt. So.. I..” He tentatively combed his fingers through his hair, pulling it out the way of his gaze, which fell to her eyes, and as she began to smirk and grin, that smile. That damned weakness of his, her smile. “..would you join me for dinner, tonight? Or tomorrow night? Whichever works best for you. I’m sure you’re probably busy and have previous obligations, so if not I understand.” He prattled on, awkwardly. It was obvious how nervous he was.
“Please, Miss Hawthorne? I would really enjoy spending time with you, some more.” He took a deep breath, waiting for her reply. If she denied him, he would accept it graciously. And if she accepted, he scarcely knew how he would handle it.
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