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Telarion
Posted: Apr 17 2008, 11:44 AM


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A warm, southern wind roused a leaf as it washed over Elwynn Forest. Both the denizens of the forest and those of the Lion's Pride inn felt it. A bare-chested smith took what looked like a well deserved break from the horseshoes, letting the wind chill him. In addition, it seemed like he recieved some attention from the barmaids who had snick out to enjoy the breeze too. He puffed out his chest and nodded topiltely to them, drawing giggles before casting a glance back into the forge again. His companion, an older man who perhaps was closing in on thirty years of age still swung the hammer tirelessly, the multitude of amulets around his neck creating a continously soft rininging every time hammer met anvil.

He straightened up for a brief moment and arched his back with a loud groan, smiling to his friend. Buildt like a brick wall with an array of impressive muscles coursing almost every inch of his body, he was truly a sight to behold. The younger smith had experienced this the first time they had met in the forge. Himself he had considered well-buildt for the task, but that man was beyond anything he could ever hope to achieve.

As the wind carries our designated leaf into Stormwind, passing unsuspected over the head of a weary guardsman on early morning duty. He squinted against the morning sun that stung his eyes just a bit, but the warmth of the golden beams made it impossible not to smile.
"Matthew!" a young woman called out as she ran the stone pavement, flanked by the statues of great heroes of the past. When she reached him she pressed a package into his hands, panting heavily beefore calming and smiling widely to her husband.
"I made you lunch", she beamed.
He looked at the sizeable package and tucked it into his sewn leather lunch bag. Then, despite wearing plate he hugged her. Carefully though before kissing her cheek. "What would I ever do without you?"
Her smile widened further and she turned to face the wind as it started to blow her brown locks into her face. "Starve?"
She turned to him briefly. "I have to go, I'm running a bit late as it is. See you at dinner?"

She sprand into motion the very moment he nodded, but came to a sudden halt about fifteen steps away, just as he turned to greet another guards. "By the way, we're having a baby!" she shouted as she giggled, turned and ran, leaving her husband wide-eyed and flustered. His jaw had dropped low enough to dig ditches with. The other soldier strolled over with a wide grin.

"So who do you thing it belongs to? Me or you?", he laughed and recieved a plated but friendly nudge.

The wind took the leaf through what was known as the trade square, past boasting heroes and other creatures of little interest. It then skid east, towards a part of the city that always seemed a bit darked. Maybe because of the tightly packed houses that had been treated with tar to keep them from rotting. Old Town, where beggars and drunks roamed the streets.

And it was exactly such a place it landed after being hurled through the smaller gateway leading into Old Town. It came to rest upon the bloated, red nose of Jake and his self-invented(or so he said) last name, Buggersworth. He brushed it roughtly away, either that or he thought his nose was attacking his face again. It was obviously the case. The wind had picked up the leaf again, and Jake was still slapping himself in the face, screaming about something sucking out his brilliant mind. He only calmed down when Juahua came running by on his involuntarly morning run. It was involuntarly mainly because Juahua believed that his leg was trying to eat him, and that fleeing from it was important. That was also the reason to why they called him Juahua. You could only ask him of his name a few seconds after he woke up, before he realized his leg was still 'digging its vicious teeth into his tender flesh' and ran. This had happened quite some times and he never got further than "JuaHUAHUAAHUA IT'S STILL HERE! THE PAIN!".

The wind carried it to an open window where a couple had just woken. A tangled mess of red hair turned into a woman, possibly in her mid-twenties. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Or tried to. She got out of bed and stretched heading for the window she found herself held in place by a pair of arms wrapping themselves around he stomach. She groaned when the man pressed his face into the small of her back. "I need my clothes.." He let her go.

As she dresses, I've stopped letting my gaze drop from her face. It's not that I don't enjoy the rest of her, believe me. Wait. Who am I telling this to? Right. In case anyone is reading my mind! Where was I? Oh, her face. I love to watch her dress in the morning. Cursing, missing buttons and cursing as she rips her shirt open again, telling me where to stuff my dresses when I tell her to 'wear something easier to put on'. In reality, this might be the best part of the day for her. I'm not sure, but she smiles in a way that just reeks of complete satisfaction. We have a sort of routine. Only when there's sun, of course. We open the window and let it warm us.

She stepped into the beams and turned a bit, waving him over. He pulled on some pants and walked over, putting his arms around her, taking her hands in his, leaning down to brush his lips and nose against her neck. She made a purring noise and arched her back just a bit, tilting her head up and to the side to give him better access. This went on for another ten minutes, the two of them just standing there. Then disentangled from him, picked up his shirt from the floor and threw it at him. "Get dressed, you're walking me to the Cathedral today".
He raised an eyebrow and got a wry grin in return. "Please?"

Another ten minutes had passed, and still they were standing in the small room. Although this time she wasn't enjoying it as much. He had made her a new outfit and had insisted she'd wear it and was now straigthening it. She was grumbling while he told her how important it was to look good. If she even listened, it went straight out the other ear.

Her mood a little bit ruined by his pestering, she stomped down the stairs. He caught up with her by the street and took her hand, kissing her cheek quickly and whispering something that made her laugh. They walked close, holding hands and spreading mirth. In her hair, the leaf had found itself trapped, no longer a traveler of the wind. On a bench they passed sat Wallain Adlucem and Lotherin Bezzant, soon to be married. Again. The men passed polite nods and greetings, while the women let out what pent anger they had inside verbally.

"Skank!"
"Whore!"
"Are you talking about your mother?"
"At least I have one!"
"Did you sleep with her too?"
Adelaide Allen put up a wide grin when the other woman fell silent, and didn't notice her lover offering an apologizing shrug behind her back.

They parted on the bridge. Him to sit by a desk, her to be scolded by her superior for being late.



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