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For Yamiko
The Blue Recluse (alt titles: “Mage Aggro” or “What am I going to do with you?”)
For Yamiko
World of Warcraft
"whispers"
“Speech”
thoughts
Stormwind was always busy during the late afternoon, but she welcomed the hustle and bustle. The venerable mage Sophyae of the Red Dagger Society sat on a bench near the gryphon roost waiting for one of her guild mates to arrive. She amused herself with the passers by, adventurers rushing to and frow, vendors hawking their wares and children dodging between the adults. The city at its most lively always put Sophyae in a good mood.
“Madam Sophyae, the party is beginning… are you sure she’ll show up?” a whisper from far away caught her attention, though thanks to an enchanted earring, the voice of Mey, a fellow Dagger, sounded clear.
“Of course she’ll be here. We asked didn’t we? When has that troublesome elf ever refused to come when we call her?” she replied, a little miffed that the younger Dagger had less faith in their mutual friend, even when Mey had spend more time with the woman in question.
“My apologies, my lady. She just seems so… distracted as of late.”
“Probably found something new to skin.” Sophyae joked and they both laughed, knowing it was entirely possible.
“I’ll try and keep a table open for us. I am sure Mr. Rococo wouldn’t mind the temporary work space and Miss Miritza has already began the drinking contest. Miss Rekka has chosen to stay out of it.”
“Too true… I’ll try and make sure we’re there before the lotto begins. Tell my little apprentice to have a good time, even if you make Miritza force her to.”
“Understood, Madam. Hope to see you soon.”
Returning her attention to the passing masses, Sophyae caught a glimpse of the person she was looking for… or rather she found her cat.
“Ferfer! Here kitty kitty!” she called out, standing up and pulling one of the many left over fish from her bag. Firefins had been hard to catch these last few days and she had plenty of snacks for the Elder Nightsaber. As predicted, the great cat’s ears twitched and he bolted off as fast as he could towards the call and the waiting snack. He stopped just short of running Sophyae over, which would have been a disaster he was nearly the size of a horse, and sat, putting a great paw up on the woman’s leg and giving her the big brown kitty eyes. “Awww… who’s a big kitten? You are… you’re a widdle kitten… yes you are.” She cooed at him and fed him the fish, which he promptly swallowed whole before rubbing against her and purring like a mechano strider. She rubbed him behind the ears and under his chin, amused by the beast’s quick change from deadly fighting companion to oversized lap cat.
“Ferfer?” the cat’s owner questioned, striding over between the crowd with a dubious look. Aliha loathed crowded places and (in Sophyae’s opinion) civilization as well. There were just too many people for the Night Elf to feel comfortable. Sophyae looked her friend over and shook her head. Even Ali’s tabard was ragged looking, not to mention the wholes and splits in her mail and leather armor, the notches in her bow and her hair… Merciful Light what am I ever going to do with you Ali?
“You’re a big mess Ali. What did you do? Crawl your way here from the belly of a dragon?”
“Well actually…”
“Don’t you have your hearth stone set to Aldor rise? Couldn’t you have hearthed there and used a portal to get here on time. We’ll have to rush now.”
“It’s still cooling off…”
“Well it doesn’t matter… you HAVE to change you can’t go to the Recluse looking like that! I mean look at you!”
The flabbergasted night elf gave herself a look over, quirked an eyebrow and looked back at her human friend.
“Well I can use a little…”
“We have to get you a new tabard, this old thing isn’t worth even making a bandage out of. You won’t need all that armor; we’re not going to be running into the Depths tonight. When did you even change that last… wait never mind I don’t want to know.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my…”
“And your hair is a mess; do you even own anything to look nice in? No wonder it’s just you and the cat Ali. No man save some dwarf would even try and buy you a beer and get into your inn room for a night…”
“Hey not true… I do have someone!” Ali shouted a bit too loud and caught the attention of a few people, even some kid selling kittens who was looking at Ferren.
“Oh really… do tell do tell!” Sophyae leaned in close and leared, “Do they leave marks where I can see?”
“Umm…” Sophyae held her hand to her face to stifle a giggle as the night elf flushed a darker shade of purple.
“Never mind you can tell me at the Recluse and you better tell me everything, leave no detail out!” she grabbed the blushing hunter by the wrist and dragged her deeper into the Trade district, Ferren padding slowly behind them.
“So what exactly am I here for? You said it was an emergency.”
“Oh right… well there’s a party at the Recluse tonight, thrown by Serr and you HAVE to come. You never come to these guild socials and you really, REALLY need to learn to be more social Ali. No offence but I think the only one you really talk to is you cat.”
“He listens…”
“That’s not the point. You are going to go in there, talk to some of your contemporaries, share stories, drink a lot… oh maybe even drink Miritza under the table! Wouldn’t that be grand! She drank Rekka under last time and… oh but I’ll let her tell the story, she does a much better job. Mey will be there too and you can’t disappoint her now can you?”
“Well I suppose not…”
“Right, good then let’s get you into something with a bit of shape and show off some of that lovely skin of yours and get there before they start auctioning off the tanks again. That WAS so much fun last time, Art turned so many funny colors.” Sophyae continued to babble as they entered one of the tailor’s shops and she began tossing outfits towards the bewildered shop keep while simultaneously shoving Aliha into one of the dressing rooms.
“Wonder if feign death works on mages….”
“I heard that Ali! Now get naked so we can go party!” Sophyae took Ali’s bags and sat down on one of the chairs in the shop, facing the dressing room and waited paticently for the hunter to do as she was told. Ferren lay down beside Sophyae and stuck his head into one of Ali’s bags, rummaging around for more of the meat he KNEW she kept in there. The clerk handed the pile of clothing to the elf and closed the curtain.
“Yes ma’am.”
For Yamiko
The Blue Recluse (alt titles: “Mage Aggro” or “What am I going to do with you?”)
For Yamiko
World of Warcraft
"whispers"
“Speech”
thoughts
Stormwind was always busy during the late afternoon, but she welcomed the hustle and bustle. The venerable mage Sophyae of the Red Dagger Society sat on a bench near the gryphon roost waiting for one of her guild mates to arrive. She amused herself with the passers by, adventurers rushing to and frow, vendors hawking their wares and children dodging between the adults. The city at its most lively always put Sophyae in a good mood.
“Madam Sophyae, the party is beginning… are you sure she’ll show up?” a whisper from far away caught her attention, though thanks to an enchanted earring, the voice of Mey, a fellow Dagger, sounded clear.
“Of course she’ll be here. We asked didn’t we? When has that troublesome elf ever refused to come when we call her?” she replied, a little miffed that the younger Dagger had less faith in their mutual friend, even when Mey had spend more time with the woman in question.
“My apologies, my lady. She just seems so… distracted as of late.”
“Probably found something new to skin.” Sophyae joked and they both laughed, knowing it was entirely possible.
“I’ll try and keep a table open for us. I am sure Mr. Rococo wouldn’t mind the temporary work space and Miss Miritza has already began the drinking contest. Miss Rekka has chosen to stay out of it.”
“Too true… I’ll try and make sure we’re there before the lotto begins. Tell my little apprentice to have a good time, even if you make Miritza force her to.”
“Understood, Madam. Hope to see you soon.”
Returning her attention to the passing masses, Sophyae caught a glimpse of the person she was looking for… or rather she found her cat.
“Ferfer! Here kitty kitty!” she called out, standing up and pulling one of the many left over fish from her bag. Firefins had been hard to catch these last few days and she had plenty of snacks for the Elder Nightsaber. As predicted, the great cat’s ears twitched and he bolted off as fast as he could towards the call and the waiting snack. He stopped just short of running Sophyae over, which would have been a disaster he was nearly the size of a horse, and sat, putting a great paw up on the woman’s leg and giving her the big brown kitty eyes. “Awww… who’s a big kitten? You are… you’re a widdle kitten… yes you are.” She cooed at him and fed him the fish, which he promptly swallowed whole before rubbing against her and purring like a mechano strider. She rubbed him behind the ears and under his chin, amused by the beast’s quick change from deadly fighting companion to oversized lap cat.
“Ferfer?” the cat’s owner questioned, striding over between the crowd with a dubious look. Aliha loathed crowded places and (in Sophyae’s opinion) civilization as well. There were just too many people for the Night Elf to feel comfortable. Sophyae looked her friend over and shook her head. Even Ali’s tabard was ragged looking, not to mention the wholes and splits in her mail and leather armor, the notches in her bow and her hair… Merciful Light what am I ever going to do with you Ali?
“You’re a big mess Ali. What did you do? Crawl your way here from the belly of a dragon?”
“Well actually…”
“Don’t you have your hearth stone set to Aldor rise? Couldn’t you have hearthed there and used a portal to get here on time. We’ll have to rush now.”
“It’s still cooling off…”
“Well it doesn’t matter… you HAVE to change you can’t go to the Recluse looking like that! I mean look at you!”
The flabbergasted night elf gave herself a look over, quirked an eyebrow and looked back at her human friend.
“Well I can use a little…”
“We have to get you a new tabard, this old thing isn’t worth even making a bandage out of. You won’t need all that armor; we’re not going to be running into the Depths tonight. When did you even change that last… wait never mind I don’t want to know.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my…”
“And your hair is a mess; do you even own anything to look nice in? No wonder it’s just you and the cat Ali. No man save some dwarf would even try and buy you a beer and get into your inn room for a night…”
“Hey not true… I do have someone!” Ali shouted a bit too loud and caught the attention of a few people, even some kid selling kittens who was looking at Ferren.
“Oh really… do tell do tell!” Sophyae leaned in close and leared, “Do they leave marks where I can see?”
“Umm…” Sophyae held her hand to her face to stifle a giggle as the night elf flushed a darker shade of purple.
“Never mind you can tell me at the Recluse and you better tell me everything, leave no detail out!” she grabbed the blushing hunter by the wrist and dragged her deeper into the Trade district, Ferren padding slowly behind them.
“So what exactly am I here for? You said it was an emergency.”
“Oh right… well there’s a party at the Recluse tonight, thrown by Serr and you HAVE to come. You never come to these guild socials and you really, REALLY need to learn to be more social Ali. No offence but I think the only one you really talk to is you cat.”
“He listens…”
“That’s not the point. You are going to go in there, talk to some of your contemporaries, share stories, drink a lot… oh maybe even drink Miritza under the table! Wouldn’t that be grand! She drank Rekka under last time and… oh but I’ll let her tell the story, she does a much better job. Mey will be there too and you can’t disappoint her now can you?”
“Well I suppose not…”
“Right, good then let’s get you into something with a bit of shape and show off some of that lovely skin of yours and get there before they start auctioning off the tanks again. That WAS so much fun last time, Art turned so many funny colors.” Sophyae continued to babble as they entered one of the tailor’s shops and she began tossing outfits towards the bewildered shop keep while simultaneously shoving Aliha into one of the dressing rooms.
“Wonder if feign death works on mages….”
“I heard that Ali! Now get naked so we can go party!” Sophyae took Ali’s bags and sat down on one of the chairs in the shop, facing the dressing room and waited paticently for the hunter to do as she was told. Ferren lay down beside Sophyae and stuck his head into one of Ali’s bags, rummaging around for more of the meat he KNEW she kept in there. The clerk handed the pile of clothing to the elf and closed the curtain.
“Yes ma’am.”