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Post by Narisha on Jul 18, 2009 18:32:21 GMT -5
Leiran sighed as the sun crept over the ornate balcony and shined, bright and happy, into her room. Another night without sleep and another day to face. Fighting back the perpetual desire to cry, she rolled out of bed and lithely landed on her feet.
She wasn't even going to bother to change from yesterday. There was no point. In a few hours she would be sent out again with Voresto. Sent out and expected to build a relationship with the Horde. She shuddered. Truthfully, the Blood Elf would have rather dealt with the money grubbing goblins then have to go back to Kalimdor and negotiate with the others. Fact of the matter was they smelled. The Orcs, Tauren, Trolls... they all smelled awful.
And it added insult to injury that the Tauren had insisted that this meeting be held either in their home of Thunder Bluff or the completely neutral Night Elf safe haven of Moonglade. They had spouted some ridiculous excuse of thinking better when surrounded by the peaceful nature they were so used to.
Leiran scoffed, she could think better surrounded by peaceful nature as well, but her people had hardly any peaceful nature to be around. But the regent and the council of mages had agreed and so she was forced to go. When she questioned their judgement they had simply responded that they were in the weaker position and she could hardly expect them to give up the possibility of an alliance with the Horde just because she felt tempermental.
It was infuriating. They continued to weaken themselves in the eyes of both their enemies and their possible allies. What race agrees to subject themselves to a possible alliance with a group that force them to meet amongst their enemies. Some of the Tauren may have made peace with a small number of the Night Elves, the but High Elves... the Blood Elves, the wounds from their banishment ran deep.
Leiran looked up and found she was standing at her door with her hand clenched around the handle. She took in a deep breath and turned it. Voresto would be waiting on the other side, faithfully waiting. Her only constant in all this mess. The door opened and there he stood. A small wave of peacefulness passed through her. It would be alright. He had been with her faithfully for years, she could depend on him to stay with her till they were both gone. The day he left would be the day he died, and when he was gone she was sure her life would quickly follow his.
She stepped out and stopped next to him taking a breath. The moment her feet moved past him she became Archmage Nocti, Holy Priestess.
"Good morning Voresto." She said softly, raising her head and stepping past him. They had a busy day ahead, it was time to get started.
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Post by Callahan on Jul 18, 2009 18:56:53 GMT -5
The Sun was rising. Already he could see the shadows of the building moving as the light made its way higher into the sky. The curves of the pillars, the reflected and refracted light as it passed through the rare gems embedded in the stone. The rainbow effects as the light struck clear crystals and glass prisms. He watched the dancing lights, though it was mainly a secondary thing for him to observe. A minor point of notice in the otherwise ghostly still corridors and hallways of the building. He didn't sleep. Hadn't for as long as he could remember. At least not when necessarily on guard duty. That was a full time job though. It was rather difficult to sleep when you were neede to guard a person's room at night and their body during the day. Sleep was not a thing he required nor coveted. Not any more.
Slight sounds from inside the room behind him indicated that the Archmage was awake. Maybe she'd been unabe to sleep too. He'd heard several movements all night, none of which had sounded much like a person dreaming. He brought his attention back to the corridors. Still empty, still dancing with light, but otherwise still. The only sounds he could hear were the movements behind him and his own steady breathing. The door's handle moved suddenly and he stepped aside to make space for the Archmage as she left her room. She swept past him, a blue of delicious hair, pale skin and fine clothing. She smoothly bade him a good morning, to which he nodded, following behind her.
"Good Morning Archmage, I trust you slept safely?" He fell into his position just behind her and to the side. Walking behind only gave opportunities to those who wished her harm to go from the front. The closer, the safer, the better. He allowed his hand to graze across his hilt, checking his longsword was still present, and of course had his shield in his left arm. The block of metal was the same size as he was, and yet he didn't feel its weight. He was too strong, or maybe just used to it. Maybe both, he didn't really care. Thoughts clouded the mind, hindered vision. He needed to be perceptual of all things around them to keep her safe.
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Post by Narisha on Jul 19, 2009 4:01:00 GMT -5
She remained silent till they stood before the chamber containing the council before answering him.
"In order to have slept safely I would have been required to sleep. I did not. But I was safe. as I always am thanks to your perseverance. Thank you for that as always."
Without another word she opened the door and stepped inside.
There were not words to express how thankful she was that he stood behind her as she stood before the council. Stood before the council of fools and just seethed.
They were expected to go to Moonglade.
And instead of showing some spine, giving the Horde representatives something to respect, the oh so wise and powerful senior members of the Council of Archmages chose to give in. Give in and force her into the land of the Night Elves. It was disgusting.
"We realized the situation is hardly ideal Archmage Nocti...
Do you now? Then why am I being forced into it
"But there is little we can do in this situation. We must make this alliance or we risk annihilation.
So they worried about annihilation? She could have laughed had it not caused them to think even less of her than they obviously already did. Sending one of their own to be observed by the Night Elves... the council should have just told her to hand over everything they knew to their betrayers. Not soon enough they dismissed her. Leiran bowed low, then straightened and turned without a word, stalking towards the exit.
Once she and Voresto had left the chamber, and were a safe enough distance away, she began to voice her frustration.
"How dare they send us there. How can they sit by and allow me to go there. Force me to go and negotiate in the same region, the same town, building, probably room..."
Her voice died out and for a moment she let her shoulders slump, weighed down by the weight of her position, the losses she had suffered. Her hands formed tight fists and her side and she tilt dropped her head backwards, staring at the ceiling, trying to keep tears from forming in her eyes. Sometimes it was all just too much.
"Voresto... I don't know if I can keep doing this..."
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Post by Callahan on Jul 19, 2009 10:04:45 GMT -5
He sighed, remaining quiet as always in the council chambers as always. So, she hadn't slept after all? Her mind must be too busy to relax. With what, he wasn't exactly certain, but he had his thoughts. She had been handed a hard life. This much he was certain of, and the recent events weren't making it any easier for her. None of them were fond of the Night Elves, and he would be certain to forcibly remove any that got in the Archmage's way. His attention returned to the council and their current discussion. They were talking about her setting off to Moonglade, the same thing he had just been thinking about. Though he could see their point of view a part of him seethed along with her. To think that their once proud race had fallen to this. Scavenging alliances with barbarians who even allied themselves with their enemies. His eyes narrowed, unimpressed.
He watched as they treated her badly, not knowing how they dared to. She was worth more than any one of them, and if he had free reign he would gut every single one of them. If the stakes were not already so high he would do it without question based on just her body language. As it was, though, his arms lay across his chest, folded, preventing himself from being tempted to draw a sword or blast a deadly spell at the council. His fingers wrapped around into tight fists and he could hear his own heartbeat as his anger towards them increased. Finally they were allowed to go. To leave those idiots to their musings. She walked past him, her eyes glimmering, and he turned and followed.
As soon as they had left the council he moved immediately close to her, glancing down. He knew she wasn't alright. No one would be in her situation, and he sighed, nodding a little at her statement. "It is hard, indeed, Archmage, but I have faith in you and your ways. You may be our race's only hope. It is not my position to say, but the council are not the authority in my eyes." He paused, staring at her long beautiful hair for a second, before continuing. "And if there is anything I can do to make things easier, then you need only say."
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Post by Narisha on Jul 20, 2009 5:52:47 GMT -5
"You make things easier by being outside my door every morning."
She turned to face him, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and set a hand on his forearm.
"My one dependable constant. I cannot thank you enough for everything you do for me Voresto."
She took a breath and closed her eyes, gently squeezing his arm as she regained her composure. Stepping away from him, she straightened her spine and was about to continue with a voice from the Council Chamber called her.
"Archmage Nocti, the council would like to see you again please."
She turned and raised an eyebrow at the scribe, her shoulders drooped a tiny bit, not that the scribe could see if from so far away.
"Come Voresto, back we go."
She took a step, knowing he would follow when the scribe spoke again.
"They wish to see you alone. Your man may not enter with you."
Oh now that would not go over well. Before a word could come from Voresto's mouth, before he could make a movement in defense of her, she reached behind and laid a hand on his arm again.
"I expect the council has their reasons?"
"They do Archmage."
"Then he shall wait outside the door. But I warn you, I will not punish him should he feel the need to interfere. It is his job to protect me and if it sounds as though I need protection he would be failing if he did not intervene."
Leiran turned back to the man forever at her shoulder and gave him a smile.
"Be waiting for me at the door Voresto. If I need you I will call."
She started once more for the council, her steps heavy with concern. There had never been a time they demanded to see her without her accompaniment. Something was wrong.
Long before she was ready, she stepped in the chamber, closing the door behind her. She bowed before them, taking the seconds to push all emotion from her face.
"Council... What is the problem this time?"
"It has come to our attention that there is some concern amongst the Horde representatives, in particular the Tauren, that your body guards attendance with you to the meeting will cause it to be overshadowed by a feeling of distrust. The man is to stay in Silvermoon."[/b]
No!
Her mind screamed it at her. She could not and would not engage in this farce of negotation without that man at her side protecting her. While the fools in front of her may trust them, she did not. And this request was all the more reason not to.
"I will not. It is his job to protect me and I am appalled that you would send me into such tense negotiations, in a place such as Moonglade, without him. I will not do it."
"You will or we will take actions to prevent him going.
Her mind scrambled at that. Leiran knew full well what actions they would take. They would kill him, or imprison him. Either would keep him from her and she could not continue to function if the last person she had to depend on was wrested away from her. Frantically she groped for a solution... anything.
"Suppose he were to attend as my lover? Would that appease those damned Tauren?"
There was silence, then a murmur amongst the members of the council. An old woman rose from her chair and addressed Leiran.
"Would this man be so willing to lay that much of his life aside for you? Be willing to allow you to claim him as such? Would it not be against his vows?"
Leiran resisted the temptation to bite her lip in concern and instead lifted her chin and answered with confidence she hardly had.
"I know that Voresto would do anything within his power to stay by my side to protect me. And I will not go on this mission without him. If this is the solution then so be it."
A cackle came from the elder Mage and she gave Leiran a leering grin.
"Maybe Nocti's little girl is finally going to become a woman?
Leiran flushed at the woman's words. So she'd never been interested or interesting to the more masculine half of the race. Didn't mean anything. Her chin lifted another notch and she fixed the woman with a steely glare.
"I take it from your words then that this is an acceptable solution?"
The wizened heads all nodded, another cackle coming from the Mage.
"Then I will take my leave to prepare for my departure this afternoon."
As she bowed to them, the old woman cackled once again.
"Keep in mind Leiran... Men don't much like being led around by the nose and yours is quite the man.
She flushed a deep red and turned without a word, exiting the chamber swiftly.
"Come Voresto, we must talk as I pack."
The desire to run and hide in her rooms was overwhelming, but she had to pack, explain the situation, and be ready to depart by that evening.
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Post by Callahan on Jul 20, 2009 11:49:33 GMT -5
The call for her to return without him present almost provoked hostility in Voresto. How dare they order him to stop protecting his charge when it suited them? He glanced at her, not sure whether he should simply force his way in with her and by her side, before grudgingly accepting his place against the door, his eyes burning into the wall ahead as he waited. The sounds on the other side were inaudible, even for his hearing, and there seemed to be little he could do outside other than just wait. Just guard, like he was used to. The buzz of others around the area made it a little more interesting for him to keep an eye on. They moved almost completely in straight lines, fully informed of where they were going with no intention of wasting time. He sighed, tapping his sword's hilt slightly, and waited.
Finally she did return, and she could tell that the meeting wasn't a particularly good one. Not that any meetings were, but this one seemed to have been particularly troublesome for her. His mind flashed back to what she had said to him earlier, about him being the constant for her. It had made him glad to know that he was doing a good job, but he now wondered what was so important that it could not be discussed before him. "Archmage, I do not know what the purose of that meeting was, however there would probably be a reason I was asked to remain away, even if I do not know it." He paused, lowering his head a little as he continued to follow her back to her room, knowing she'd probably be expected to get ready soon for their trip to Moonglade. "I wish to extend my apoligies if any of my actions have resulted in trouble on your behalf."
He felt it was better for him to simply apoligise now instead of having her worry. If it was his fault then maybe he could correct the behaviour and prevent it happening again. if not, then there'd at least be the chance that she would be able to tell him exactly what was going on and why he was told to wait outside instead of protecting the woman he was supposed to. Aftter all, he had fought, and won, for the right to defend her, and it should not be the place of some weakling from the council who decided whether or not he was allowed to do so and at what times and places it would be appropriate for him to be present.
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Post by Narisha on Jul 20, 2009 17:21:13 GMT -5
Apologies... Her anger at that council of fools was growing with each step towards her rooms. He was the last person who needed to apologize for the farce they were going to be forced to put on. They made it back to her rooms and she stepped inside, uncaring if their was anyone within planning to remove her. At the moment she would welcome it.
A sound of annoyance came from her when no one jumped out of the shadows wielding a dagger and she continued further into the room, beckoning Voresto in as well. She could hardly talk to him if he remained in the hallway. Sometime the night before she had mindlessly gathered her travel bags and begun pulling out her diplomatic type clothing. With coldy calculated motions, she began to fold the garments into a bag.
"You will not be attending this meeting as my body guard Voresto. The council commands it. It seems the damned Tauren feel that my appearing with someone designed to keep me safe shows a lack of trust on our part. Evidently it curdles their milk."
Her lips twisted into a nasty smirk.
"Of course, the council is assuming that their milk isn't already curdled, the damned cows."
She moved to pull another dress from her closet, searching inside the darkened alcove for something specific as she continued, her voice a tad muffled.
"No, you aren't attending as my bodyguard at all my dearest and most faithful Voresto. You are attending as my lover."
Her hands dropped from the dresses and braced against the wall, her whole body trembling in fury. For a moment she simply stood there, unmoving, before snapping out a hand and grabbing the nearest piece of ridiculous decor and flinging it against the wall on the other side of the room. She took in deep calming breaths, closing her eyes as the vase shattered against the wall. After a moment she turned to look at him, her face void of any emotion.
"I am sorry for the inconvenience of it all. But I will not do this without someone to protect me. I no more trust the Tauren than I do the Night Elves."
For a moment a look of vulnerability flashed across her face and she gave him a pleading look.
"Please Voresto... I can't do this alone... It won't be more of a bother then I usually am. This is nothing more than a move of desperation on my part they would kill you if you came as you are now..."
Her words came rushing back to her as soon as she was finished, and she widened her eyes, horrified at her lapse of control, turning quickly back into the closet to search for the one dress she just had to have with her on this trip.
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Post by Callahan on Jul 20, 2009 17:58:54 GMT -5
He followed her inside soon after she had went inside her room. Usually he would have checked first with her permission but it seemed she was more interested in getting in there first that she forgot about her own safety, strolling in seething with anger and leaving him paused in the doorframe, a hand around his hilt, removing it from the scabbard slightly. When nothing happened he relaxed and joined her when she beckoned, standing a few feet away and remaining vigilant, yet focusing on her actions and words more than anything. She started to place clothing into a bag, the fine garments of light material littered around the room and probably worth a fortune. He snapped to her face as she spoke, his eyes following her movements around the room.
Not her bodyguard? Then who would be? Surely there was no one better than he to handle any attackers. Unless... unless they meant her to attend there without a bodyguard? If that were the case he'd be damned well going with her. Orders or not he was not going to leave her without assistance. Especially when he knew her better than most. Knew she would need the assistance. He smiled a little at her milk comment, but other than that his face was in an unhappy frown at the situation, until she spoke again. He raised his head at her statement, feeling slightly light-headed as he fought to remember if he'd heard her right. Lover? He was supposed to attend as her partner rather than her protector?
He paused, looking on, seeing the way she felt about the council in how she was trembling against the walls, taking a fine vase and smashing it forcefully against the far wall. He watched the vase move from the corner of his eye, his attention still focused on her and her sad form. She turned and looked at him, close to him now and spoke more. He knew she needed him, though he did not like to admit it. He was a sturdy and solid elf, he didn't tend to go far. It meant he was good for people getting used to. The Archmage was one of those people who needed support to get by sometimes, and he was willing to give this. He watched as a look of... was it weakness? Something similar crossed her face and he lowered his head slightly, listening before she turned away.
She was no burden. In fact he enjoyed looking after her. It made him feel that he was of worth and that he was doing some good in her life. He would not let her out of his sight, as that was the way his duty of honour and protection stretched, more important than the will of the council. His paladin oathes, though, stating he was to follow the light and to forsake the temptations of the world in whatever form. That meant women, and so far he'd been struggling to resist the Archmage enough. Now he was to become her lover, and who knew how far that would stretch. A new dilemma appeared. Would he risk his oathes for the future of his people? Well, the future of his people rested on the Archmage, so the question should be 'Would he risk his oathes for her?' "Archmage, I will follow you regardless of risk to myself if it were to keep you safe. You are of no trouble and I enjoy our time together enormously. My paladin oathes are against it but... I believe this would be something worth setting aside for. I doubt my shield and sword will get by unnoticed, and probably even my armour. Would a set of clothing be required?" He spoke firmly, but softly to her, wanting to add that he would always be there to look after, protect, care and serve her. To ensure she should never see the need to cry, be sad or scared, but he didn't. Some things are better left unsaid. Some things are spoken louder by actions.
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Post by Narisha on Jul 20, 2009 22:17:11 GMT -5
"I would not ask you to set aside your oaths Voresto. Not for me. You are my lover in name only... I doubt even the Tauren would be so crude as to demand proof of our relationship." She grimaced as she thought of the other delegates that would be at this meeting. "And I will pray that the Orcs and Trolls can control their animalistic tendencies and keep out of my private life."
Her hands shook at the thought. She'd never been viewed as attractive and to some extent took comfort in that. Boys in her younger years that came after her would have dealt with her father, something she would wish on no one but the council. By the time she could have handled her father there was no one available and she had been well established as a know-it-all bitch. Men didn't like her, and she didn't want to depend on them. End of story.
She finally found the dress she'd wanted and pulled it out of the closet. It was simple, cream colored, nothing flashy that would draw attention to her as she traveled. It had been a secret purchase. Something that the council would have been horrified at. She had listened to Voresto speak and turning gave him a tiny smile.
"You unfortunately will need regular clothing. And you will need to hurry. We have to be at the orb in less than an hour. I will be fine for the few minutes you'll be gone. But hurry please. If you aren't back in time they'll make me go alone."
She turned from him, not really knowing what else to say for the moment, and stepped over to a floor length mirror, beginning to untie the laces of her robes so she could change.
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Post by Callahan on Jul 20, 2009 22:41:31 GMT -5
He watched her bring out a nice, cream dress and look at it as though it was exactly what she was looking for. He nodded at her when she talked about not having to give up his oathes. He was not looking forward to getting into trouble with women again. Not after that time all those years ago. The experience that had led him to leaving the academy, to training as a paladin. He had never told anyone this, obviously, and anyone who knew about it was probably long dead. The only person who knew about his past now was himself. He looked up as she told him he would need regular clothing, and he nodded, not particularly willing to leave her at the moment. Then again she needed to get changed, and it would be quick. He silently blessed her as he entered the doorframe, running off down the corridor to his quarters.
Once there he dropped the sword and shield in the corner, and began to remove his armour. The drop of weight was remarkable, and he felt almost twice as fast without it on. Picking off the clothing he wore underneath, he selected some clean garments that would make him not as noticeable, as well as a cape that would serve to shield them against the weather. He paused, wondering if there was anything he was forgetting. The swords, the shields, the armour all lay in a pile together. His eyes suddenly darted, though, as a blue wispy creature slipped from behind the dresser and swam through the air towards him. "Ah, Viscero, are you joining me on an adventure?" He smiled, petting the Mana Wyrm gently. The creature floated around his finger and nodded its head. He lead its way out of the room.
Viscero continued to float around his body as he made his way back towards Archmage Nocti's quarters, stroking Viscero with his fingers any time the Wyrm passed close to the tips. Arriving at her door once more, he knocked firmly, hoping for an immediate response. A delayed response meant she might be endangered. If he marched in there and there was no danger, well, it meant he'd end up possibly walking in on a half-dressed woman. He stood waiting, intending on not waiting more than a few seconds.
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Post by Narisha on Jul 21, 2009 5:53:11 GMT -5
She stood in front of the mirror, her dress held to her body with her hands, wrapped up in memories.
This particular memory was a painful one for her. It had been a particularly grueling day of lessons with her father. Her head had ached with the tortures he had inflicted on her for her mistakes. For some reason she had just been off all day. Things she had long be able to do were suddenly beyond her capabilities and her father had punished her for every single error.
Finally finished training her, the man had left her huddled in the corner holding her head. Her mother had come in a few minutes later with a cool cloth and a soothing potion. She sat on the floor next to Leiran and gently laid her down, resting Leiran's head in her lap and stroking her hair.
Neither spoke. They both knew it was only wasted breath. Leiran's mother would support the man who was her husband no matter how cruel his methods. And Leiran would suffer through them because he was her father.
Her hands tightened on the dress, pulling it closer as she tried to fold herself into a little pile. She could almost feel her mothers hands stroking her hair, hear the soft humming as she soothingly sang. How she missed her mother. Leiran was so wrapped up in her thoughts she never heard Voresto knock at the door.
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Post by Callahan on Jul 21, 2009 6:22:38 GMT -5
Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten. Having given her enough time, easily, to answer, he found that there would be little she could be doing that would cause her to not answer the door. Summoning holy energy into his hand, he pressed into the door, forcing it open and letting it slam against the wall. Moving through quickly he scanned around. Nothing, just the Archmage in the mirror with her dress. With... she wasn't actually wearing the dress. He bowed his head immediatly, feeling rather foolish and embarassed, and dispersed the holy energy into the air. Pressing his hand against his chest be stepped backwards a few steps, kneeling beside the door. "My apologies, Archmage, I was concerned when you did not answer." He did not look up, deciding to just wait until she replied.
Inside he scolded himself for not paying attention to what might have been going on in the room instead. Though she probably should have answer. No. He scolded himself again, it was not his place to decide what the Archmage should and should not do. She likely had very good reasons to not have answered. Lost in thought, maybe. It happened, it was understandable. He tried to shush away Viscero as he poked around his shoulder and looked him in the face, before darting off around his body some more.
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Post by Narisha on Jul 21, 2009 6:42:37 GMT -5
The sound of the door hitting the wall was muted by her thoughts, the disturbance barely registering in her mind. It wasn't until he spoke that she turned to look at him.
"I'm sorry Voresto... what's wrong?"
Lieran was completely confused and took a step towards him before realizing that she wasn't dressed. A blush flared to life in her cheeks and she muttered embarrassed,
"One moment... just let me... Don't raise your head for a second..."
She quickly pulled the dress on, struggling with the laces for a few minutes before huffing in frustration. His shushing drew her attention from her irritation with the dress and she smiled at the wyrm twisting around him.
"A mana wyrm..." Her hands dropped away from the dress, the garment hanging loosely around her as she stepped towards him. Holding out a hand she waited till the creature had checked her out, giggling as he twisted up her arm and around her neck. The soft hissing sound so common amongst the wyrm's made her smile and she stroked her fingers along the animal as it writhed around her. Her hands fell away from the dress and the top robe fell open in the back.
She flushed an even darker red the second she realized it and snapped her hands back to hold it together.
"Voresto... Could you... I can't quite..." Her head lowered and she sighed in embarrassment. This is why she stuck to her robes so much. Dresses where such a bother. "Help?"
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Post by Callahan on Jul 21, 2009 7:20:13 GMT -5
He watched as Viscero disappeared from sight, keeping his head bowed and not daring to look up in case. He nodded a little as she requested he kept his head down for a minute, not that he'd do anything else, and busied himself with the intricate details of the ground. Cream coloured stones inset with carvings and other, lively coloured stones of all shapes and shades. Some stones that were a similar colour as his armour, some that were bright and golden like the powers he used. He was finally snapped out of the dull trance at the mention of his name, grateful that he didn't have to continue to forcibly preoccupy his mind with such trivial details as stones. Looking up as she requested her help, he was met by her bare back and plenty of lacing, as well as a particularly vibrant shade of pink on her face.
Stepping forward wordlessly, he placed his hands gently on the laces, knowing that touching her at this stage would not only be thoroughly frowned upon, but it might also indicate things that could be taken out of context. Touching her could make her think the wrong things. Although he liked her more than his oathes or society would ever allow, he would not place additional pressure upon her for his sake. She did not deserve the extra burden and heartache derived from his presence, and for these reasons he fastened up her laces finely and smoothly, not touching her skin once as he administered the knots and stepped away. He watched as Viscero continued to float about her body, the Wyrm having never met the Archmage before now, but then Voreso had never been asked to defend her without weapons before. He needed all the comfort he could find, and would have to resort to using his hands for the spells and not his sword. Such a crude, dirty way of casting spells.
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Post by Narisha on Jul 21, 2009 9:03:00 GMT -5
She determinedly ignored the man at her back, choosing instead to focus on the small creature that accompanied him. Leiran stroked a finger along the wyrm's back and giggled as the little hisses turned into something resembling a purr as she infused mana into the touches. As the laces tightened she felt her spine begin to straighten and she sighed as he stepped away, breathing into the dress, making sure that it wasn't too tight to travel in.
She sighed again, moving over to the bed and gathering her bags. Turning to face him she gave a shaky smile.
"We take the Orb of Translocation to Undercity, from there we enter the Glades and take the zeppelin to Ogrimmar. From Ogrimmar we are forced to travel up to Everlook and take either air transportation into Moonglade, or ground transportation through Felwood. I am supposed to receive further orders upon our arrival in Everlook."
She took another step towards him, her hand tightening around the handle of her bag.
"The council has probably told the delegation that you are coming. I do not know what sort of reasoning they will give, nor do I know the welcome we will receive."
She started to hand him her bags when she realized that may not be how she would want to handle things any longer. Standing there, frozen but for the biting of her lower lip, she decided she should probably carry them. The bag returned to her side and she stepped towards the door, opening it with her relatively free hand and stepping out into the hallway.
"We must hurry or we'll be late."
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