((A little out of sequence, this takes place before Kel's revenge))
Even before she had finished stowing what was left over from their hastily assembled picnic, Keltyr had gone back to ridiculous contraption. Dorri’tow found herself wondering if she made a mistake getting it, but, as he rubbed a soft cloth along the handlebars still grinning, she had to admit that his happiness was worth putting up with a little stink.
She had watched his envious stares every time someone had passed them on one of the stinking engineering vehicles, hogs they called them despite the fact that they looked nothing like pigs. Unfortunately, everything seemed to conspire against him finding the time to make one.
So with a little deft trading, she had managed to procure one. After spending an evening running down anyone stupid enough to get in the way of one whooping blood knight, it had been easy to convince him to take a day just to relax. They did not go far from Dalaran, just to the large trees beneath. Not as warm a place as she would like to be, but they wanted to be close to easy transport. There was always the chance that some small bit of information would turn up that would lead them to where Razkiel had gone to ground.
She propped her sketch pad on her knees, but she just watched him putter. She must have dozed off, because Kel calling her name woke her up.
“Hmm?”
He was crouching on the other side of the bike. “Come over here and look at this.” She walked over to him and leaned over to see what he was pointing at. Sleepy and distracted, she did not notice the grease stained fingers of his other hand, until her purposefully marked her cheek with the foul stuff.
Howling in outrage, she pushed him over. Keltyr grabbed her arm and pulled her off her feet. They tumbled down the small hump of earth and leaves they had been parked on. Kel stuffed a handful of leaves down her shirt while behind her, laughing as she elbowed him in the ribs.
Eventually, she pinned him down, stradding his hips and leaning her hands down on shoulders. “Hah! I win!”
Dorri lowered her face closer to his, just enough for Keltyr to pull her off balance. After more scrambling, he finally managed to pin her.
“Who wins?” He asked, grinning.
“I do!” She was laughing as she said it
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Midsummer Fire
“So, they told him to stop harassing Ysani. Some kind of bullshit about how he was putting too much pressure on her.” The hand not holding her drink of warm midsummer brew, toyed with Keltyr’s hair. She was leaning against the wooden foundation of the hut nearest the Thunder Bluff fire, with Kel’s head her lap.
Keltyr scoffed. “Girl broke Vranesh’s nose. She’s not going to let Keilos do anything to her.” They had stashed their armor in one of the makeshit tents the tauren had put aside for those who had stayed to defend the fire on the first night of festivities. The random attacks by the Alliance had subsided finally and they were taking time to relax.
“That’s what I told him. Ysani can make up her own mind. Besides, Kei would never do something so stupid.” Something caught her attention. A shiver of movement out of the corner of her eye. “Is that a gnome?”
Without even answering, Kel was on his feet, calling on the light. Neither of them had anything more dangerous than their fists and their talents, but both of them summoned hammers of light, stunning the nearly naked shorty where he had been trying to sneak around a tree to get the festival fire.
All evening, they had obeyed the rules. The combat was more mock than real. It was fun, but not all together fulfilling. The booze was good but the clothes were rather lame. Instead of wearing her festival garb, she had slipped into something more pleasing. Watching Keltyr preen while other people looked at her had been nearly as amusing as watching the Tauren shaman, Moholith, kick people off the high bluff by calling the spirits to his aid.
And now, it was just the two of them and this stealthy gnome. Sharing an impish grin, they pushed the gnome off the cliff. Keltyr leaned over to watch him fall and Dorri grabbed his arm as he slipped a little. He grinned, not at all sheepish, and pulled her close to him. Instead of giving in, however, she pushed him away and made a dash for the other side of the bluff.
She lost track of Kel while running and eventually stopped herself. She peered around a corner, wondering where he had gone and saw a light in their tent. Dorri marched over to the tent, intending to harass him for leaving her to be chased by no one. When she opened the flap, she was startled to see a wisp of a boy pocketing a trinket in his pants.
She grabbed the thief by an arm, already enraged. Her other hand grabbed the weapon that was closest at hand. The lithe Sin’dorei twisted in her grasp trying to get away, whatever he had been expecting, it was probably not the enraged blood knight he had to deal with now.
“Whatever you took, I suggest you give it back.” Keltyr was leaning against a wall. His presence drew her back a little, enough to see the little weasel had been about to stab her with the dagger in his other hand. “Stabbing her is only going to make her angry.” Her lover was smoking blood thistle, smiling smugly.
The thief looked from him to her and pulled a small figurine from his pocket. The obsidian cat glimmered in the fire light. “There, can I go now?” The arrogance and lack of fear in that reedy voice made Dorri’s hand tighten on the mace she had grabbed from the tent.
“Of course you can. Dorri, let him go.” Reluctantly, she released her hold on the thief. “There’s just one more thing.” Dorri saw the sword before Keltyr even moved. She was grinning as she saw him run the boy through. Kel cleaned the sword on the dead Sin’dorei’s raggedy shirt.
Dorri stepped over the body, to push Keltyr against the wall. She could feel the rapidly cooling blood against the soles of her bare feet. Then ignored that feeling as Kel’s hand ran up her leg lifting her dress. His fingers left a trail of blood along her thigh.
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Drums, trust the savage Tauren to start their day with the deep and loud sound of drums. The light of the sun was just starting to be brighter than the light of the bonfire nearby the hide hovel she and Keltyr had taken over for the night.
Even though it was summer, the bluff was cool in the morning, making her grateful for the closeness of her lover. She did consider rising for the day, despite the fact they had only gone to sleep a few hours before. Kel murmured quietly, tucked the edges of the blankets underneath her more and snuggled closer. She smiled at nothing in particular as he drifted fully back to sleep.
She should get up. Her mind kept prodding her. The day had started. She had things to do. But she was content just to lay where she was, even if it was not a place that did not scrape at her nerves. When had these pelts last been cleaned anyway? With Keltyr’s warm presence, she could let some of that go. Maybe not enough to sleep, but enough to just lay there and let her thoughts drift.
Keltyr scoffed. “Girl broke Vranesh’s nose. She’s not going to let Keilos do anything to her.” They had stashed their armor in one of the makeshit tents the tauren had put aside for those who had stayed to defend the fire on the first night of festivities. The random attacks by the Alliance had subsided finally and they were taking time to relax.
“That’s what I told him. Ysani can make up her own mind. Besides, Kei would never do something so stupid.” Something caught her attention. A shiver of movement out of the corner of her eye. “Is that a gnome?”
Without even answering, Kel was on his feet, calling on the light. Neither of them had anything more dangerous than their fists and their talents, but both of them summoned hammers of light, stunning the nearly naked shorty where he had been trying to sneak around a tree to get the festival fire.
All evening, they had obeyed the rules. The combat was more mock than real. It was fun, but not all together fulfilling. The booze was good but the clothes were rather lame. Instead of wearing her festival garb, she had slipped into something more pleasing. Watching Keltyr preen while other people looked at her had been nearly as amusing as watching the Tauren shaman, Moholith, kick people off the high bluff by calling the spirits to his aid.
And now, it was just the two of them and this stealthy gnome. Sharing an impish grin, they pushed the gnome off the cliff. Keltyr leaned over to watch him fall and Dorri grabbed his arm as he slipped a little. He grinned, not at all sheepish, and pulled her close to him. Instead of giving in, however, she pushed him away and made a dash for the other side of the bluff.
She lost track of Kel while running and eventually stopped herself. She peered around a corner, wondering where he had gone and saw a light in their tent. Dorri marched over to the tent, intending to harass him for leaving her to be chased by no one. When she opened the flap, she was startled to see a wisp of a boy pocketing a trinket in his pants.
She grabbed the thief by an arm, already enraged. Her other hand grabbed the weapon that was closest at hand. The lithe Sin’dorei twisted in her grasp trying to get away, whatever he had been expecting, it was probably not the enraged blood knight he had to deal with now.
“Whatever you took, I suggest you give it back.” Keltyr was leaning against a wall. His presence drew her back a little, enough to see the little weasel had been about to stab her with the dagger in his other hand. “Stabbing her is only going to make her angry.” Her lover was smoking blood thistle, smiling smugly.
The thief looked from him to her and pulled a small figurine from his pocket. The obsidian cat glimmered in the fire light. “There, can I go now?” The arrogance and lack of fear in that reedy voice made Dorri’s hand tighten on the mace she had grabbed from the tent.
“Of course you can. Dorri, let him go.” Reluctantly, she released her hold on the thief. “There’s just one more thing.” Dorri saw the sword before Keltyr even moved. She was grinning as she saw him run the boy through. Kel cleaned the sword on the dead Sin’dorei’s raggedy shirt.
Dorri stepped over the body, to push Keltyr against the wall. She could feel the rapidly cooling blood against the soles of her bare feet. Then ignored that feeling as Kel’s hand ran up her leg lifting her dress. His fingers left a trail of blood along her thigh.
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Drums, trust the savage Tauren to start their day with the deep and loud sound of drums. The light of the sun was just starting to be brighter than the light of the bonfire nearby the hide hovel she and Keltyr had taken over for the night.
Even though it was summer, the bluff was cool in the morning, making her grateful for the closeness of her lover. She did consider rising for the day, despite the fact they had only gone to sleep a few hours before. Kel murmured quietly, tucked the edges of the blankets underneath her more and snuggled closer. She smiled at nothing in particular as he drifted fully back to sleep.
She should get up. Her mind kept prodding her. The day had started. She had things to do. But she was content just to lay where she was, even if it was not a place that did not scrape at her nerves. When had these pelts last been cleaned anyway? With Keltyr’s warm presence, she could let some of that go. Maybe not enough to sleep, but enough to just lay there and let her thoughts drift.
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Picnic
“What’s that.” Keltyr tapped a finger next to the creature she had been sketching. Dorri turned her head, unable to see him except out of the corner of her eye as he sat beside her on the blanket. The greasy rag he had used to wipe his hands was in his lap, as he got comfortable.
One of his hands rested against the skin of her back as she started a second sketch to reflect the side view of the figurine she planned to start carving once they were home. “The priest called it a ferret. Saw it in the Barrens last time I was there.”
Dorri heard him rustling around in the basket of food they had brought with them. She heard his stomach rumble as he did so and smiled. She would have to remember to thank Keilos for the idea of using Sunstrider Isle in place of a visit to Quel’Danas. True, the isle did not have all the amenities of Quel’Danas, but she could still hear the waves and smell the sea. It was one of the few good memories she loved to treasure.
Keltyr dropped a bowl of berries at her side, munching away as he watched. “So, who’s the ferret supposed to be?” His words were muffled by berries.
“Ysani.” She paused, not quite sure how to convey Ysani’s bad eye in a simple sculpture. Ever since Dandill had given her the challenge of finding and then making figurines for the people in her life, she had been cataloguing animals, fitting them to people. What had once been a mere exercise to make her think, had become an enjoyable hobby.
She slipped a sheet of paper between the pages and closed the book. Then she turned on her back, snickering as Kel put the bowl on her stomach, still snacking as he did so. He dropped a few of the berries into her mouth.
“So, let’s see. Destril is a wolf, though you also carved him as a horse. Your sister is a hedgehog. Vassh was a peacock and now Ysani as a ferret.”
“And you as a cat.”
“A large sleek jungle cat.” He corrected her with a smile. His fair face was still bright red from their trip through the badlands to get to Ironforge. Another day, the sunburn would fade, maybe with a few freckles across his nose.
They had originally planned to have this picnic in Elwynn Forest, but as they had driven out of Stormwind after desecrating the city’s midsummer fire, they had fortuitously run across a Forsaken mage who had provided a convenient portal.
Since they had a few more days before they were expected anywhere, they had driven up to Sunstrider Isle. It would give them both a chance to ignore their duties, though she already dreaded the paperwork, and for Keltyr to work on his bike without being constantly interrupted by Fabrio or Champion Vranesh.
Dorri sighed, realizing that she had forgotten to tell Keltyr something. He raised his eyebrow at her.
“I just remembered something.”
“Hmm?”
“Ysani’s brother. He wanted to talk to you, about Ysani’s misconduct.”
One of his hands rested against the skin of her back as she started a second sketch to reflect the side view of the figurine she planned to start carving once they were home. “The priest called it a ferret. Saw it in the Barrens last time I was there.”
Dorri heard him rustling around in the basket of food they had brought with them. She heard his stomach rumble as he did so and smiled. She would have to remember to thank Keilos for the idea of using Sunstrider Isle in place of a visit to Quel’Danas. True, the isle did not have all the amenities of Quel’Danas, but she could still hear the waves and smell the sea. It was one of the few good memories she loved to treasure.
Keltyr dropped a bowl of berries at her side, munching away as he watched. “So, who’s the ferret supposed to be?” His words were muffled by berries.
“Ysani.” She paused, not quite sure how to convey Ysani’s bad eye in a simple sculpture. Ever since Dandill had given her the challenge of finding and then making figurines for the people in her life, she had been cataloguing animals, fitting them to people. What had once been a mere exercise to make her think, had become an enjoyable hobby.
She slipped a sheet of paper between the pages and closed the book. Then she turned on her back, snickering as Kel put the bowl on her stomach, still snacking as he did so. He dropped a few of the berries into her mouth.
“So, let’s see. Destril is a wolf, though you also carved him as a horse. Your sister is a hedgehog. Vassh was a peacock and now Ysani as a ferret.”
“And you as a cat.”
“A large sleek jungle cat.” He corrected her with a smile. His fair face was still bright red from their trip through the badlands to get to Ironforge. Another day, the sunburn would fade, maybe with a few freckles across his nose.
They had originally planned to have this picnic in Elwynn Forest, but as they had driven out of Stormwind after desecrating the city’s midsummer fire, they had fortuitously run across a Forsaken mage who had provided a convenient portal.
Since they had a few more days before they were expected anywhere, they had driven up to Sunstrider Isle. It would give them both a chance to ignore their duties, though she already dreaded the paperwork, and for Keltyr to work on his bike without being constantly interrupted by Fabrio or Champion Vranesh.
Dorri sighed, realizing that she had forgotten to tell Keltyr something. He raised his eyebrow at her.
“I just remembered something.”
“Hmm?”
“Ysani’s brother. He wanted to talk to you, about Ysani’s misconduct.”
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Poison?
Dorri was already gutting fish, by the time Keltyr roused enough to make his way into the chapter house’s large kitchen. The servants had made themselves scarce the moment she had mentioned that the Grand Master was going to be cooking. Dorri had the impression that the order’s cook was more pleased that the blood knights had taken up their own cooking from time to time than Fabrio.
She had seen the secretary stick his head through the door no less than four times in the past hour, observing her careful preparation of the fish that Keltyr had wanted for his little prank. The mouse had not said a word to her, just looked in, meeped and scampered off. Dorri wasn’t sure exactly what it was about her scaling and gutting fish that upset him, but did not feel like it was worth chasing after.
She finished her part just as Kel was getting started with his. She washed her hands and perched on a stool. It did not surprise her that he did all his cooking from memory. She had never seen him take notes or use a diagram, but all the armor he had ever made for her was perfect. And, just like all the other times she had watched him, he somehow managed to get her to assist.
She fried vegetables and stirred things. She fetched seasonings and cleaned pots. And, in the end, she admired the presentation of the meal. She fetched a courier while Keltyr finished prettying things up and, after paying the man, she finished cleaning the kitchen. Meanwhile, Keltyr nibbled on the leftovers, watching her.
Wiping her hands dry on a clean towel, Dorri shared a vicious smile with Keltyr. “I wonder how long it will take for her to actually try it.”
“Long enough for Destril to pinch her ass about it.” She raised an eyebrow, inquiringly. “That’s what he does. She turns into the harpy and he pinches her.”
“Most women might like that.” She leaned in close, nipping at his fingers as he tried to dab her nose with sauce from the fish. “The priest isn’t bad looking, for a priest.” Kel managed to get past her defenses long enough trail sauce along her neck. She smirked up at him. “How do I know it’s not poisoned?”
“I can think of a few ways to test that.”
She had seen the secretary stick his head through the door no less than four times in the past hour, observing her careful preparation of the fish that Keltyr had wanted for his little prank. The mouse had not said a word to her, just looked in, meeped and scampered off. Dorri wasn’t sure exactly what it was about her scaling and gutting fish that upset him, but did not feel like it was worth chasing after.
She finished her part just as Kel was getting started with his. She washed her hands and perched on a stool. It did not surprise her that he did all his cooking from memory. She had never seen him take notes or use a diagram, but all the armor he had ever made for her was perfect. And, just like all the other times she had watched him, he somehow managed to get her to assist.
She fried vegetables and stirred things. She fetched seasonings and cleaned pots. And, in the end, she admired the presentation of the meal. She fetched a courier while Keltyr finished prettying things up and, after paying the man, she finished cleaning the kitchen. Meanwhile, Keltyr nibbled on the leftovers, watching her.
Wiping her hands dry on a clean towel, Dorri shared a vicious smile with Keltyr. “I wonder how long it will take for her to actually try it.”
“Long enough for Destril to pinch her ass about it.” She raised an eyebrow, inquiringly. “That’s what he does. She turns into the harpy and he pinches her.”
“Most women might like that.” She leaned in close, nipping at his fingers as he tried to dab her nose with sauce from the fish. “The priest isn’t bad looking, for a priest.” Kel managed to get past her defenses long enough trail sauce along her neck. She smirked up at him. “How do I know it’s not poisoned?”
“I can think of a few ways to test that.”
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Dealing with trouble
Dorri sighed heavily, once she was certain that Keilos had signed off for the time being. She hoped he had the sense enough to bed down somewhere. “I don't know what is wrong with him.” She and Kel were still using the guildstone to talk business, since there was still distance between them. She was already looking forward to a chair, a drink and him.
“Damned if I know.” She could hear the frustration in his voice as well. There was just so much of this… Light, Dorri did not know what to call this mood Kei was in… they could take. The last week had gotten both of them to the end of their ropes. “Him being irrational I could understand…”
“It's like he almost would rather believe that she just left him.” Dorri interrupted. “But, that's not like her.”
“Agreed.” Keltyr was silent for a few moments. “I think it may just be something about siblings.”
“You think so?”
“Well, they seem to inspire murderous desires.” Dorri grinned at the air, matching the grin she imagined was on Keltyr’s face.
She had to admit he had a point. Light, look at her siblings. Her sister was a stuck-up bossy wench and her brother. Well, she supposed that Razkiel made a better hand puppet than a brother. The paladin stopped in her tracks in the middle of Dalaran. It occurred to her that this was the perfect time to ask Keltyr a question. He did not talk about his past or his family much.
“You don't have any siblings?” She knew he had cousins, more than just Fabrio.
“Nope.”
“Lucky!”
“I'm inclined to agree.” There was another long pause. Dorri waited to hear if he would add more. Instead he returned the more pressing topic. “So, as tempting as it is to just beat the tar out of Ysani's brother, we should probably talk to him first.”
“I suppose.” She hated acknowledging that. The only thing that made it acceptable was the bit of head-bashing they had just indulged in. “First.” She added for emphasis.
“Well of course.”
“So, after I talk to him the first time,” Dorri paused at the doorway to the Ledgerdmain, watching Keltyr enter from the opposite side of the room. “You want a crack at him, or are you going to loom while I put my knuckles in his face?” She put the stone down, as he came closer.
“Hmm, coin flip to see who gets the first swing?” He was grinning broadly.
She knew better than to fall for that. She knew that Keltyr would try and find a way to rig the coin. She knew how much he hated to lose. “Hah! Only if Fabrio does the toss.” Fabrio would at least be fair.
“Only if we don't tell him what it's for. He wouldn't help otherwise.”
Dorri snickered as they finally stood face to face. “All right.” Keltyr gestured towards a table, but she shook her head and pointed upstairs. If she sat down at a table, she wouldn’t want to get up anytime soon.
He ordered burnwine, while she got them a simple meal to take upstairs. “We'll have to make sure he lives through it.”
Leaning against the bar waiting for their food, Dorri gave a long suffering sigh. “I suppose Ysani might be upset if we broke him.”
Keltyr finished his thought, smiling as Dorri talked over him. “Because if he's involved with this entire mess, Ysani deserves a swing at him.”
She only managed a few steps before she felt the strain. Without a word, Kel divested her of the food. Once they were in their rooms, he set out their meal and then helped her out of her armor. Her lover looked from the large dent in her heavy breastplate to the large colorful bruise across her chest and stomach.
Dorri could not help but snicker at the twisty prideful smile on his lips. After all, She had fought kodo and cow to defend him. It was the sort of gesture that he appreciated. “I’ll pound that out tomorrow.” He placed a hand right below her breast. She almost snarled at him, but then felt the warm tickling of healing, easing the pain in her ribs. Dorri let out a long content sigh, which changed into something less relaxed when Kel kissed her.
It took her a few moments to register the change when he stopped, but he had that obnoxious grin on his face as he waited. “Time to eat.” He moved away but not before she punched him in the arm, snarling.
The simple stew and bread tasted excellent, but it always did. They talked about banalities and stole each other’s food and wine. The food gone and the wine down to its dregs, she relaxed against Keltyr’s side.
“So, tomorrow I'll go talk to her brother... I guess, he could actually tell us something.”
“Think about it tomorrow.” He told her. Dorri didn’t argue.
“Damned if I know.” She could hear the frustration in his voice as well. There was just so much of this… Light, Dorri did not know what to call this mood Kei was in… they could take. The last week had gotten both of them to the end of their ropes. “Him being irrational I could understand…”
“It's like he almost would rather believe that she just left him.” Dorri interrupted. “But, that's not like her.”
“Agreed.” Keltyr was silent for a few moments. “I think it may just be something about siblings.”
“You think so?”
“Well, they seem to inspire murderous desires.” Dorri grinned at the air, matching the grin she imagined was on Keltyr’s face.
She had to admit he had a point. Light, look at her siblings. Her sister was a stuck-up bossy wench and her brother. Well, she supposed that Razkiel made a better hand puppet than a brother. The paladin stopped in her tracks in the middle of Dalaran. It occurred to her that this was the perfect time to ask Keltyr a question. He did not talk about his past or his family much.
“You don't have any siblings?” She knew he had cousins, more than just Fabrio.
“Nope.”
“Lucky!”
“I'm inclined to agree.” There was another long pause. Dorri waited to hear if he would add more. Instead he returned the more pressing topic. “So, as tempting as it is to just beat the tar out of Ysani's brother, we should probably talk to him first.”
“I suppose.” She hated acknowledging that. The only thing that made it acceptable was the bit of head-bashing they had just indulged in. “First.” She added for emphasis.
“Well of course.”
“So, after I talk to him the first time,” Dorri paused at the doorway to the Ledgerdmain, watching Keltyr enter from the opposite side of the room. “You want a crack at him, or are you going to loom while I put my knuckles in his face?” She put the stone down, as he came closer.
“Hmm, coin flip to see who gets the first swing?” He was grinning broadly.
She knew better than to fall for that. She knew that Keltyr would try and find a way to rig the coin. She knew how much he hated to lose. “Hah! Only if Fabrio does the toss.” Fabrio would at least be fair.
“Only if we don't tell him what it's for. He wouldn't help otherwise.”
Dorri snickered as they finally stood face to face. “All right.” Keltyr gestured towards a table, but she shook her head and pointed upstairs. If she sat down at a table, she wouldn’t want to get up anytime soon.
He ordered burnwine, while she got them a simple meal to take upstairs. “We'll have to make sure he lives through it.”
Leaning against the bar waiting for their food, Dorri gave a long suffering sigh. “I suppose Ysani might be upset if we broke him.”
Keltyr finished his thought, smiling as Dorri talked over him. “Because if he's involved with this entire mess, Ysani deserves a swing at him.”
She only managed a few steps before she felt the strain. Without a word, Kel divested her of the food. Once they were in their rooms, he set out their meal and then helped her out of her armor. Her lover looked from the large dent in her heavy breastplate to the large colorful bruise across her chest and stomach.
Dorri could not help but snicker at the twisty prideful smile on his lips. After all, She had fought kodo and cow to defend him. It was the sort of gesture that he appreciated. “I’ll pound that out tomorrow.” He placed a hand right below her breast. She almost snarled at him, but then felt the warm tickling of healing, easing the pain in her ribs. Dorri let out a long content sigh, which changed into something less relaxed when Kel kissed her.
It took her a few moments to register the change when he stopped, but he had that obnoxious grin on his face as he waited. “Time to eat.” He moved away but not before she punched him in the arm, snarling.
The simple stew and bread tasted excellent, but it always did. They talked about banalities and stole each other’s food and wine. The food gone and the wine down to its dregs, she relaxed against Keltyr’s side.
“So, tomorrow I'll go talk to her brother... I guess, he could actually tell us something.”
“Think about it tomorrow.” He told her. Dorri didn’t argue.
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Re: Blood Knight Adventures
Dorri mused, watching Fabrio bent over his desk, that the only time the secretary was not acting like a frightened little rodent was when he was engrossed in paperwork. She slipped into his office, quietly nursing a mug of coffee. Saying nothing, she watched him scribble on the parchment. His glasses low on his nose. She did not dare make a sound, if he reacted as nervously as he usually did, whatever he was working on would be ruined. Dorri was almost certain that she knew what Fabrio was working on.
He paused for a moment and she made a noise, not bothering to hide her grin when the secretary jumped in his chair, issuing a small squeak.
“Dame Firebloom…”
“Mornin, M.. Fabrio.” She cursed as she stumbled over his name. Dorri covered it, sipping coffee.
“I trust you and Master Sunsworn slept well.” The older Sin’dorei flushed slightly as he inquired, which was an improvement. True, they had not come in from a pub crawl last night. Just a relatively quiet evening with friends. It was almost normal.
“Kel’s still sleeping.” She smiled, thinking of him. He had been trying to snuggle a pillow when she had left their room. “How’s the contract coming?”
Fabrio fidgeted for a moment. “I believe it is in order. It will be nice to have the extra help. Do you know if Miss Flamestriker wanted to rooms? We have the entire upstairs area still unused.”
“Don’t think so, Dir has rooms rented in Dalaran and she’s been staying there.” Fabrio frowned briefly, but he said nothing. Dorri gave a long sigh and then shrugged. There was still a tinge of disapproval from him. Light, there was no pleasing the mouse. “Well, you can always include it, just in case she wants to use it. Like you do with the rooms for the rest of us.”
“The young lady is not a Blood Knight.” Fabrio withered slightly under her frown. “But that does mean I would see her out on the street. Still, she will not be a member of the Order, merely an employee of some standing much like Achea, when he manages to find his way back to the chapter house.” The secretary scribbled some more and then pushed himself away from his desk. “As soon as the ink is dry, Master Sunsworn can put his seal to it. Then Miss Flamestriker can sign it and the deal will be sealed.”
Dorri merely nodded. “You are going to Quel’Danas today?” She nodded and Fabrio sighed again.
“What? Her brother is hiding something, I know it! He knows something about Ysani and we’ll get it out of him.”
“I have no doubt of your ability to extract information, Dame Firebloom. I merely worry about the implication for the Order.”
“Kel knows what he’s doing.” Dorri rose to her feet with a scowl. “And we need something to tell to Keilos.”
Fabrio merely nodded his head. “I merely wish you had not involved me in your little scheme.”
“Kel said you wouldn’t approve.” Dorri shrugged.
“Of course not. You both risk yourselves and our reputation to go out to the isle and act like a couple of ill-manner huligans with little solid evidence. What happens if he calls the guard, or you get caught? You, lady, are already on sufferance with the Shattered Sun.”
“We’ll work it out, Fabrio. Kel will.”
“That is what worries me. The ink is dry…” Fabrio smiled and Dorri felt a warm hand slip onto her shoulder. “Good morning, cousin.” Dorri knew the conversation was over. Fabrio would never express his doubts to Keltyr. If he did so, he only did it in private.
She stood by quietly as Keltyr pressed his signet into a lump of warm wax. All that was left was getting Kat to make her mark. The other paladin rolled up the parchment and stuck it into his breastplate.
“Go get ready.” He nodded at her grimly. “It’s time we saw to Ysani’s brother again. We’ll explain to him the dangers of withholding information from the Blood Knights.”
He paused for a moment and she made a noise, not bothering to hide her grin when the secretary jumped in his chair, issuing a small squeak.
“Dame Firebloom…”
“Mornin, M.. Fabrio.” She cursed as she stumbled over his name. Dorri covered it, sipping coffee.
“I trust you and Master Sunsworn slept well.” The older Sin’dorei flushed slightly as he inquired, which was an improvement. True, they had not come in from a pub crawl last night. Just a relatively quiet evening with friends. It was almost normal.
“Kel’s still sleeping.” She smiled, thinking of him. He had been trying to snuggle a pillow when she had left their room. “How’s the contract coming?”
Fabrio fidgeted for a moment. “I believe it is in order. It will be nice to have the extra help. Do you know if Miss Flamestriker wanted to rooms? We have the entire upstairs area still unused.”
“Don’t think so, Dir has rooms rented in Dalaran and she’s been staying there.” Fabrio frowned briefly, but he said nothing. Dorri gave a long sigh and then shrugged. There was still a tinge of disapproval from him. Light, there was no pleasing the mouse. “Well, you can always include it, just in case she wants to use it. Like you do with the rooms for the rest of us.”
“The young lady is not a Blood Knight.” Fabrio withered slightly under her frown. “But that does mean I would see her out on the street. Still, she will not be a member of the Order, merely an employee of some standing much like Achea, when he manages to find his way back to the chapter house.” The secretary scribbled some more and then pushed himself away from his desk. “As soon as the ink is dry, Master Sunsworn can put his seal to it. Then Miss Flamestriker can sign it and the deal will be sealed.”
Dorri merely nodded. “You are going to Quel’Danas today?” She nodded and Fabrio sighed again.
“What? Her brother is hiding something, I know it! He knows something about Ysani and we’ll get it out of him.”
“I have no doubt of your ability to extract information, Dame Firebloom. I merely worry about the implication for the Order.”
“Kel knows what he’s doing.” Dorri rose to her feet with a scowl. “And we need something to tell to Keilos.”
Fabrio merely nodded his head. “I merely wish you had not involved me in your little scheme.”
“Kel said you wouldn’t approve.” Dorri shrugged.
“Of course not. You both risk yourselves and our reputation to go out to the isle and act like a couple of ill-manner huligans with little solid evidence. What happens if he calls the guard, or you get caught? You, lady, are already on sufferance with the Shattered Sun.”
“We’ll work it out, Fabrio. Kel will.”
“That is what worries me. The ink is dry…” Fabrio smiled and Dorri felt a warm hand slip onto her shoulder. “Good morning, cousin.” Dorri knew the conversation was over. Fabrio would never express his doubts to Keltyr. If he did so, he only did it in private.
She stood by quietly as Keltyr pressed his signet into a lump of warm wax. All that was left was getting Kat to make her mark. The other paladin rolled up the parchment and stuck it into his breastplate.
“Go get ready.” He nodded at her grimly. “It’s time we saw to Ysani’s brother again. We’ll explain to him the dangers of withholding information from the Blood Knights.”
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Ysani's brother, take 2
She paused at the docks, smelling the sea air. For a moment, with Keltyr at her side, she considered going up to their old room and reviving old good memories, but then she opened her eyes and remembered what they were doing here. She pointed towards where the dragonhawks were perching.
“The one on the right, ginger hair. That’s Aryen Cloudbreaker.” They waited quietly for him to leave his post, moving past the inn away from the regular foot traffic.
Kel nodded and she followed him. They did not bother to come up behind him, instead they allowed him to turn a corner and run into them. Cloudbreaker’s bruises had faded some, but even faded they stood out dramatically as he paled at the sight of them.. Ysani’s brother forced a shaky smile and took a step forward as if he was going to greet them. He had only a moment to realize that they were not there for polite conversation and then they hit him.
Dorri punched him in the jaw, while Keltyr slammed his armored fist into Cloudbreaker’s belly. He buckled and they pushed him over. Their victim did not even have time to call out before Dorri pressed her boot in his chest.
“I want my Knight back.” Keltyr was grinning down at Cloudbreaker. “And I think you know where she is.”
“Where did you get those bruises?” Dorri asked with a equally vicious grin. “You’re not the sort to get involved in bar fights. We asked around.”
He struggled to catch his breath. “I don’t know what you two are thinking…”
Dorri stomped on his chest.
“I am thinking,” Keltyr responded, “that you had your sister spied on and, not liking the fact that she was sleeping with another blood knight, put a stop to it.”
“I told her I did not want a brute squad breaking…”
“And you won’t have one, provided you give us what we want.” Keltyr reassured Cloudbreaker. “Ysani is a blood knight, a woman and a member of my order. In no way does she belong to you.”
The man remained quiet, but he did grow a bit angry.
“We will give you time to think about it. Don’t make us come back here again. Next time, we won’t be here to talk.” Kel nodded at her and Dorri moved back. As he tried to get up, Dorri kicked him again and then walked away. They were already to the dragonhawks before he called out for help.
“The one on the right, ginger hair. That’s Aryen Cloudbreaker.” They waited quietly for him to leave his post, moving past the inn away from the regular foot traffic.
Kel nodded and she followed him. They did not bother to come up behind him, instead they allowed him to turn a corner and run into them. Cloudbreaker’s bruises had faded some, but even faded they stood out dramatically as he paled at the sight of them.. Ysani’s brother forced a shaky smile and took a step forward as if he was going to greet them. He had only a moment to realize that they were not there for polite conversation and then they hit him.
Dorri punched him in the jaw, while Keltyr slammed his armored fist into Cloudbreaker’s belly. He buckled and they pushed him over. Their victim did not even have time to call out before Dorri pressed her boot in his chest.
“I want my Knight back.” Keltyr was grinning down at Cloudbreaker. “And I think you know where she is.”
“Where did you get those bruises?” Dorri asked with a equally vicious grin. “You’re not the sort to get involved in bar fights. We asked around.”
He struggled to catch his breath. “I don’t know what you two are thinking…”
Dorri stomped on his chest.
“I am thinking,” Keltyr responded, “that you had your sister spied on and, not liking the fact that she was sleeping with another blood knight, put a stop to it.”
“I told her I did not want a brute squad breaking…”
“And you won’t have one, provided you give us what we want.” Keltyr reassured Cloudbreaker. “Ysani is a blood knight, a woman and a member of my order. In no way does she belong to you.”
The man remained quiet, but he did grow a bit angry.
“We will give you time to think about it. Don’t make us come back here again. Next time, we won’t be here to talk.” Kel nodded at her and Dorri moved back. As he tried to get up, Dorri kicked him again and then walked away. They were already to the dragonhawks before he called out for help.
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Re: Blood Knight Adventures
It took a few moments for Dorri to figure what had woken her up. The light in the room was still fairly dim and there was the comforting quiet. Then came a odd grunt and the sound of claws scrapping against wood, followed by a thump and a slight bit of muttered squawking . Her first reaction to the noise was to tense up and roll onto her side.
Keltyr copied her motion, rolling onto his side and muttering. He looped an arm around her midsection and pulled. When she did not move to him, he scooched closer, muttering in his sleep. He dropped kisses along her shoulder, muttered about it not being morning and went back to sleep. The pleasant heat of his body was all along her back, but then came the noise from the edge of the bed again.
Curious, she leaned over to look at the floor. Two pairs of yellow eyes looking back at her. Oh, the hatchlings. One of them squawked softly. It did not sound like the hungry cry. Then one of them moved towards the door to the hallway.
“Light.” At least they had not just done their business on the floor. “Right, let me get up and get some clothes on.” In the dark, she could not tell which hatchling it was, but one chirped in agreement. Reluctantly, she untangled herself from covers and Kel. She slipped her night shift on and stuck her feet into the slippers that were by the door.
She opened the door a crack, stifling a snicker as both little lizards dashed down the hallway, heading for the kitchen. She turned the corner a few steps behind them, just in time to hear one of the servants squeal.
“Belore, she’s let the little monster loose again and it’s doubled itself.” Dorri fixed the woman with a glare as the two hatchlings made a beeline for the garden.
“One of them is Master Sunsworn’s.” It was amazing how much of a change that comment made.
“Ifin you’ll excuse me, mam. I gots shopping to do before the rest of the house rises. There’s coffee on the stove.” She nearly ran out of the kitchen and out the door.
Dorri poured herself a cup of coffee and waited for the two little things to come back. She must have dozed off, because she nearly kicked one of the hatchlings as it scratched gently at her leg. It pointed at its mouth and then at her cup.
“I don’t think so. Let’s get you some water.” She went to the cabinet that held bowls and filled it with fresh water. Then, suddenly struck by inspiration, she filled a second bowl with meat that the cook has finished cubing before she scurried off. It was probably meant for lunch, but the hatchlings would eat it. “Right, let’s head back.”
Once back in the room she shared with the Order’s grand master, Dorri placed the bowls on a thickly woven rug she had nicked out of Fabrio’s office just for that purpose last night. She carried the empty and fowled dishes back to the kitchen and cleaned them. With a bit of a twinge, she left them to dry as she carried the pot of coffee, an extra cup and a couple of fresh biscuits. It might be a few hours before Keltyr actually roused enough to eat, but if she did not snag breakfast now, the hungry hordes might eat it. It used to be there was always extra food. Not so much now. There were too many of them coming and going.
Dorri considered sitting at the table to sketch a few designs when a chittering from the closet erupted. “What are you into?” It was Kel’s closet, which she avoided. The last time she had looked in there, she had organized what had seemed like a disastrous mess and Keltyr had complained for a month that he could not find anything. A snout poked out, pulling a trail of blue cloth, silk that Dorri had picked up to match one of her lover’s holiday outfits before he had decided to dye a leather belt instead.
The little lizard held up an end of the cloth and then wrapped it around his forearm. He got a bit tangled up in it. “Well, I guess. Kel doesn’t seem to want it.” It chirped happily and went skittering back to the other hatchling which was eating. It tripped over the long cloth and tumbled into a heap.
“Light.” Dorri walked over, righted the lizard back on its feet and caught sight of what they had done with their boxes in the night. Both were on their sides. The cloth that she and Kel had placed in them and been woven into a nest in one of the boxes, that was angled towards the wall. The other box was abandoned.
Impulsively, Dorri stretched out on the rug, and opened her sketch book. Within a few minutes, she had both hatchlings watching her sketch out pictures of them. Dorri pulled out a piece of paper and placed a few bits of pencil on the floor. Once her hatchling showed the other what to do, they busily made little pictographs, leaving her to finish what she was doing.
A hand running through her hair, not for the first time, roused her. Keltyr was sitting at her side, sipping coffee and smiling “I’m almost jealous. I have to get you drunk to get you to sleep in.”
“Hmm?” He pointed at her side. The two hatchlings were curled up against her arm, sleeping.
“Mommy?” Kel taunted her.
“Still not funny.”
He smirked, knowingly, and ran his hands through her hair one more time. “Of course not.”
Keltyr copied her motion, rolling onto his side and muttering. He looped an arm around her midsection and pulled. When she did not move to him, he scooched closer, muttering in his sleep. He dropped kisses along her shoulder, muttered about it not being morning and went back to sleep. The pleasant heat of his body was all along her back, but then came the noise from the edge of the bed again.
Curious, she leaned over to look at the floor. Two pairs of yellow eyes looking back at her. Oh, the hatchlings. One of them squawked softly. It did not sound like the hungry cry. Then one of them moved towards the door to the hallway.
“Light.” At least they had not just done their business on the floor. “Right, let me get up and get some clothes on.” In the dark, she could not tell which hatchling it was, but one chirped in agreement. Reluctantly, she untangled herself from covers and Kel. She slipped her night shift on and stuck her feet into the slippers that were by the door.
She opened the door a crack, stifling a snicker as both little lizards dashed down the hallway, heading for the kitchen. She turned the corner a few steps behind them, just in time to hear one of the servants squeal.
“Belore, she’s let the little monster loose again and it’s doubled itself.” Dorri fixed the woman with a glare as the two hatchlings made a beeline for the garden.
“One of them is Master Sunsworn’s.” It was amazing how much of a change that comment made.
“Ifin you’ll excuse me, mam. I gots shopping to do before the rest of the house rises. There’s coffee on the stove.” She nearly ran out of the kitchen and out the door.
Dorri poured herself a cup of coffee and waited for the two little things to come back. She must have dozed off, because she nearly kicked one of the hatchlings as it scratched gently at her leg. It pointed at its mouth and then at her cup.
“I don’t think so. Let’s get you some water.” She went to the cabinet that held bowls and filled it with fresh water. Then, suddenly struck by inspiration, she filled a second bowl with meat that the cook has finished cubing before she scurried off. It was probably meant for lunch, but the hatchlings would eat it. “Right, let’s head back.”
Once back in the room she shared with the Order’s grand master, Dorri placed the bowls on a thickly woven rug she had nicked out of Fabrio’s office just for that purpose last night. She carried the empty and fowled dishes back to the kitchen and cleaned them. With a bit of a twinge, she left them to dry as she carried the pot of coffee, an extra cup and a couple of fresh biscuits. It might be a few hours before Keltyr actually roused enough to eat, but if she did not snag breakfast now, the hungry hordes might eat it. It used to be there was always extra food. Not so much now. There were too many of them coming and going.
Dorri considered sitting at the table to sketch a few designs when a chittering from the closet erupted. “What are you into?” It was Kel’s closet, which she avoided. The last time she had looked in there, she had organized what had seemed like a disastrous mess and Keltyr had complained for a month that he could not find anything. A snout poked out, pulling a trail of blue cloth, silk that Dorri had picked up to match one of her lover’s holiday outfits before he had decided to dye a leather belt instead.
The little lizard held up an end of the cloth and then wrapped it around his forearm. He got a bit tangled up in it. “Well, I guess. Kel doesn’t seem to want it.” It chirped happily and went skittering back to the other hatchling which was eating. It tripped over the long cloth and tumbled into a heap.
“Light.” Dorri walked over, righted the lizard back on its feet and caught sight of what they had done with their boxes in the night. Both were on their sides. The cloth that she and Kel had placed in them and been woven into a nest in one of the boxes, that was angled towards the wall. The other box was abandoned.
Impulsively, Dorri stretched out on the rug, and opened her sketch book. Within a few minutes, she had both hatchlings watching her sketch out pictures of them. Dorri pulled out a piece of paper and placed a few bits of pencil on the floor. Once her hatchling showed the other what to do, they busily made little pictographs, leaving her to finish what she was doing.
A hand running through her hair, not for the first time, roused her. Keltyr was sitting at her side, sipping coffee and smiling “I’m almost jealous. I have to get you drunk to get you to sleep in.”
“Hmm?” He pointed at her side. The two hatchlings were curled up against her arm, sleeping.
“Mommy?” Kel taunted her.
“Still not funny.”
He smirked, knowingly, and ran his hands through her hair one more time. “Of course not.”
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Waiting
“I… I’ll be waiting for you.”
Dorri watched Keltyr for some sign of acknowledgement, but he continued to stare across the snow covered tourney grounds. Reluctantly, She walked onto the long stone base of the coliseum. She turned to look at Kel, but he was still looking outwards, away from her, in the same place she had left him. She walked to the corner of the stone patio, crossing her arms to shield them a bit from the cold wind that was stronger where the walls of the coliseum did not sheild her. She turned again and manage to catch him marching away.
She watched the Sunreavers remove the body of Keltyr’s uncle from the coliseum,following their path with her eyes to the large tent where they would prepare the body for its journey to Silvermoon. Their gold and red finery stood out in the weak afternoon sunlight as they walked slowly. Even if no one else was watching, they would give the fallen some honor. It was only then that it hit her. Kel had told her to go to Dalaran, but he would be going to Silvermoon with the body. She did not want to leave him alone for that long. Dorri ran a hand through her hair, trying to think of a way to vent some of her worried anxiety, trying to decide what to do.
She sunk down onto the cold stones. Out here, away from the covered walkways, there were no people to worry about brusing against her. It felt safer, if lonelier. Dorri was not sure how long she just sat there. She vaguely remembered Hammaryn coming to talk to her as well as asking for some gems. She kept scanning the tourney looking for a shock of red hair and maroon and gold armor. It would not take this long to prepare the body, would it? Where had he gone to vent his anger?
Eventually, there came a point where the sun was fading in the sky and it grew too cold to wait for Keltyr, besides she told him she would be waiting in Dalaran. She went to their rooms and smoked. She drank. She cleaned. She cleaned some more. She sketched, or she tried. But every time she sat down, something in the room attracted her attention. She polished the metal shirt Keltyr had made her until it shined as brightly as it could, but she could not stay focused. Her frustration and the underlying fear that fed it continued to grow.
Finally, she felt like she would explode and tensed to throw what was in her hand. The slightly off tonal chirp of the mechanical squirrel caused her to stop. No, she did not want to break this. Disturbed, she frantically checked the little toy for any signs that she had damaged it, but it seemed relatively unharmed. Dorri leaned against the edge of the bed, as she put the squirrel on the floor.
“Light,” she told it softly. “I don’t know what to do.” Dorri pulled a pillow off the bed and sunk her face into it. The smell of it brought back the memory of Keltyr standing outside the Coliseum. She remembered the feeling of his tense muscles as she had stood at his side, hand wrapped around his arm. The chill she felt was not a memory of the cold biting air of Icecrown.
She grabbed her goblin stone and set it for Kel’s private channel. She could not just wait, she realized. Maybe Ryn was right, he was in shock. She did not know for sure. What she did know was that he was hurt. He never talked about his past or his family, at least not much. But this uncle of his, Jaereen, was important to him. Even if she did not know why, Dorri was certain that it was true.
“Kel?” Dorri asked softly over the stone. “Where are you?” Please answer me.
Dorri watched Keltyr for some sign of acknowledgement, but he continued to stare across the snow covered tourney grounds. Reluctantly, She walked onto the long stone base of the coliseum. She turned to look at Kel, but he was still looking outwards, away from her, in the same place she had left him. She walked to the corner of the stone patio, crossing her arms to shield them a bit from the cold wind that was stronger where the walls of the coliseum did not sheild her. She turned again and manage to catch him marching away.
She watched the Sunreavers remove the body of Keltyr’s uncle from the coliseum,following their path with her eyes to the large tent where they would prepare the body for its journey to Silvermoon. Their gold and red finery stood out in the weak afternoon sunlight as they walked slowly. Even if no one else was watching, they would give the fallen some honor. It was only then that it hit her. Kel had told her to go to Dalaran, but he would be going to Silvermoon with the body. She did not want to leave him alone for that long. Dorri ran a hand through her hair, trying to think of a way to vent some of her worried anxiety, trying to decide what to do.
She sunk down onto the cold stones. Out here, away from the covered walkways, there were no people to worry about brusing against her. It felt safer, if lonelier. Dorri was not sure how long she just sat there. She vaguely remembered Hammaryn coming to talk to her as well as asking for some gems. She kept scanning the tourney looking for a shock of red hair and maroon and gold armor. It would not take this long to prepare the body, would it? Where had he gone to vent his anger?
Eventually, there came a point where the sun was fading in the sky and it grew too cold to wait for Keltyr, besides she told him she would be waiting in Dalaran. She went to their rooms and smoked. She drank. She cleaned. She cleaned some more. She sketched, or she tried. But every time she sat down, something in the room attracted her attention. She polished the metal shirt Keltyr had made her until it shined as brightly as it could, but she could not stay focused. Her frustration and the underlying fear that fed it continued to grow.
Finally, she felt like she would explode and tensed to throw what was in her hand. The slightly off tonal chirp of the mechanical squirrel caused her to stop. No, she did not want to break this. Disturbed, she frantically checked the little toy for any signs that she had damaged it, but it seemed relatively unharmed. Dorri leaned against the edge of the bed, as she put the squirrel on the floor.
“Light,” she told it softly. “I don’t know what to do.” Dorri pulled a pillow off the bed and sunk her face into it. The smell of it brought back the memory of Keltyr standing outside the Coliseum. She remembered the feeling of his tense muscles as she had stood at his side, hand wrapped around his arm. The chill she felt was not a memory of the cold biting air of Icecrown.
She grabbed her goblin stone and set it for Kel’s private channel. She could not just wait, she realized. Maybe Ryn was right, he was in shock. She did not know for sure. What she did know was that he was hurt. He never talked about his past or his family, at least not much. But this uncle of his, Jaereen, was important to him. Even if she did not know why, Dorri was certain that it was true.
“Kel?” Dorri asked softly over the stone. “Where are you?” Please answer me.
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Sympathy
They had been lying in bed in silence for a long time when Keltyr started talking. Dorri had closed her eyes at some point, enjoying the return to normality. Kel's words came in starts and stops, just little things about his uncle. Little things he remembered or wished he had said or done. Dorri felt uneasy and lost as she listened to him. She had no idea what to do, but she knew she wanted to do something.
She opened her eyes, making out his face just barely in the dim firelight. He was lying on his side, facing her but not looking at her. All it took was her to reach a hand across the small distance between them. Dorri let Keltyr pull her towards him. Her head rested on one of his arms, while the other pressed her to his chest. She sighed softly, not wanting to disturb him and shifted here and there to get comfortable and still keep the closeness that seemed so important.
The blood knight felt incredibley naive for having listened to her lover's order to stay in Dalaran. It was obvious that he had needed her as much as she had needed him. Right now, Dorri thought he just needed her to listen, so she did. Her eyes closed, so she could focus on his words; the way they rumbled through his chest and the soft touch of his breath on her hair and across the top of ears. Finally, he talked himself out and his breathing evened.
Light, I’m hungry was the only thought she had before she finally drifted off to sleep as well.
Their morning routine was almost normal. Occasionally, Kel would just stop what he was doing and sigh, or just stare. Sometimes he would curse under his breath. The first few times, these startled Dorri enough that she froze, unsure how to react.
Eventually, Dorri found the courage to express her sympathy and the desire to lessen his pain, she hesitantly touched his arm. Keltyr's reaction was immediate; he engulfed her in a fierce hug. After that, she took the time to remind him of her presence, just a simple touch or a smile. Dorri recalled that Keltyr had done something similar during the weeks she could not sleep. She found an odd satisfaction in giving him some comfort.
Eventually, however, their stomachs began to protest the lack of food. After one particularly loud grumble, Dorri raised an eyebrow at Keltyr. “Ready to get something to eat? I can go get food from the kitchen, if you want.”
With a trace of his usual smile, he opened the door and made a grand gesture for her to preceed him. Within minutes, they were both sitting in Fabrio's office with coffee and plates of food. Dorri listened while Keltyr and Fabrio talked. As she ate, she watched the interplay between the two men. Fabrio engaged his cousin in conversation, bringing up a ridiculous story about Keltyr's childhood.
When she had eaten her fill, she sat back on the couch and curled against Keltyr's side, sipping her coffee. Keltyr wrapped one arm across her shoulders. He was more relaxed than he had been last night. Not quite normal, but there was something welcoming about just sitting there with no need to be anywhere else. With her lover's arm wrapped around her, she listened to the two men talk. Some of it was Order business, but most of it was remembrances or family talk.
After a while, Keltyr got to his feet, gathered up their empty dishes and left the office.
Dorri looked up at a soft coughing squeak from Fabrio to find the secretary looking at her. "That was well done, m'lady."
"Hmm?" The blood knight frowned in confusion . "Oh, Kel." Dorri lowered her eyes to stare in her coffee cup.
"I was surprised to see him return with the body alone." He raised an eyebrow when she gave a sigh and shrugged.
"He told me to wait for him in Dalaran." Dorri shrugged again. "It took me a couple of days to figure out I made a mistake. Wait.. You're glad I came?"
Fabrio merely smiled at her as Keltyr returned, but the blood knight filed it away for the next time she could talk to him in private.Corspilla
She opened her eyes, making out his face just barely in the dim firelight. He was lying on his side, facing her but not looking at her. All it took was her to reach a hand across the small distance between them. Dorri let Keltyr pull her towards him. Her head rested on one of his arms, while the other pressed her to his chest. She sighed softly, not wanting to disturb him and shifted here and there to get comfortable and still keep the closeness that seemed so important.
The blood knight felt incredibley naive for having listened to her lover's order to stay in Dalaran. It was obvious that he had needed her as much as she had needed him. Right now, Dorri thought he just needed her to listen, so she did. Her eyes closed, so she could focus on his words; the way they rumbled through his chest and the soft touch of his breath on her hair and across the top of ears. Finally, he talked himself out and his breathing evened.
Light, I’m hungry was the only thought she had before she finally drifted off to sleep as well.
Their morning routine was almost normal. Occasionally, Kel would just stop what he was doing and sigh, or just stare. Sometimes he would curse under his breath. The first few times, these startled Dorri enough that she froze, unsure how to react.
Eventually, Dorri found the courage to express her sympathy and the desire to lessen his pain, she hesitantly touched his arm. Keltyr's reaction was immediate; he engulfed her in a fierce hug. After that, she took the time to remind him of her presence, just a simple touch or a smile. Dorri recalled that Keltyr had done something similar during the weeks she could not sleep. She found an odd satisfaction in giving him some comfort.
Eventually, however, their stomachs began to protest the lack of food. After one particularly loud grumble, Dorri raised an eyebrow at Keltyr. “Ready to get something to eat? I can go get food from the kitchen, if you want.”
With a trace of his usual smile, he opened the door and made a grand gesture for her to preceed him. Within minutes, they were both sitting in Fabrio's office with coffee and plates of food. Dorri listened while Keltyr and Fabrio talked. As she ate, she watched the interplay between the two men. Fabrio engaged his cousin in conversation, bringing up a ridiculous story about Keltyr's childhood.
When she had eaten her fill, she sat back on the couch and curled against Keltyr's side, sipping her coffee. Keltyr wrapped one arm across her shoulders. He was more relaxed than he had been last night. Not quite normal, but there was something welcoming about just sitting there with no need to be anywhere else. With her lover's arm wrapped around her, she listened to the two men talk. Some of it was Order business, but most of it was remembrances or family talk.
After a while, Keltyr got to his feet, gathered up their empty dishes and left the office.
Dorri looked up at a soft coughing squeak from Fabrio to find the secretary looking at her. "That was well done, m'lady."
"Hmm?" The blood knight frowned in confusion . "Oh, Kel." Dorri lowered her eyes to stare in her coffee cup.
"I was surprised to see him return with the body alone." He raised an eyebrow when she gave a sigh and shrugged.
"He told me to wait for him in Dalaran." Dorri shrugged again. "It took me a couple of days to figure out I made a mistake. Wait.. You're glad I came?"
Fabrio merely smiled at her as Keltyr returned, but the blood knight filed it away for the next time she could talk to him in private.Corspilla