It was not often that Kel was up and moving first thing in the morning, but he had fallen asleep talking about the silly idea of mechanical chickens and rockets. As much as she hated to admit it, Keltyr’s excitement about something new to tinker with was infectious. So, she had spent the morning at the forge with him, helping construct molds and flatten sheets of metal. After they had scavenged lunch out of the kitchen, stealing what Keilos had made for breakfast, they had settled in the back of the chapter house.
Dorri was stretched out on a pallet at the edge of the stone patio behind the chapter house. It had been the only clear space after she and Keltyr had hauled all the pieces he had spent most of the morning forging. She wanted to sketch some of the flowers and it was still comfortably warm in Silvermoon. Flowers had been her intention but she should have known better. It was difficult to concentrate on something as mundane as flowers when Kel was in the middle of a new project.
“This one’s wings are different.” Dorri commented looking up from her sketch pad. She had begun a study of a large lily, but most of the page was filed with doodles of mechanical wings.
“I trimmed them back.” Keltyr showed her the shavings left over from the altered wing panels. I think they were interfering with the initial trajectory.” She nodded, though he had already turned back to the clockwork fowl.
The remains of three previous constructed protypes were still smoldering at the edge of the garden. None of them had managed to fire their rockets. Instead they had exploded, sending shards of thin metal everywhere. The rose bushes under Ryn’s window were shredded husks of themselves. Only luck had kept them from shattering the window.
“Right, let’s give it a try.” He set the chicken down and watched eagerly as it scuttled down the path. Then, it made a beeline for the kitchen.
“Where’s it going?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t remember programming it to do that.” Keltyr tilted his head to follow its progress. Then they heard the rockets fire. Loud cursing followed. Dorri heard Keilos’ grumbling and braced herself for trouble. She still did not quite trust the truce they had forged last night.
But while Kei was stalking towards them, Ysani paused behind him. The girl bent down to look at the chicken at her feet. She gave the little thing a curious poke and then picked it up.
“I was trying to cook!”
Keltyr just walked around Keilos, because at the same time Ysani asked, “Sir, did you make this?”
While Kei stared at Keltyr’s back, Dorri laughed. “I warned you, they’ll be taking it apart in a few minutes.”
The blonde knight snorted and turned, retreating towards the sleeping chambers. "Fine. Let 'em scrounge up their own dinner." As he passed one of the smoking chicken corpses, he gave it a kick. The device skittered forward, made an off tone "bawk", bounced off the wall of the chapter house, and rebounded, catching Keilos in the back of the knee. Another vehement stream of profanity, and Kei limped down the hall and out of sight.
Blood Knight Adventures
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Re: Blood Knight Adventures
Dearest Cersei
Fabrio gave out a long-suffering sigh as he began yet another letter. This would be his fourth letter to Stonard in as many weeks. None of them had yet been answered, even though he assumed the goblin post was reliable.
Every day without hearing from you is dull. You were a brilliant light in my dreary day
But not dull. No, his days were never dull, he reflected, as Dame Firebloom stormed down the hallway and into his cousin’s office. The door slammed behind her. The secretary could hear the blood knight's strident voice raised in anger. Keltyr’s softer, calmer voice followed. Fabrio adjusted his glasses and forced himself to tune out everything around him and focus on the matter at hand.
I long for the moment I could see you again.
He could feel his pale face flush at the thought of the beauty that had graced his bed. It was more than just the sex, he told himself. It had to be, didn’t it? He was not his cousin to be caught in the grip of one lustful encounter enough to want the entire woman. No, his Cersei was as different from Dame Firebloom as he was from his cousin. Cersei had listened to him, been interested in him.
He heard something slam into a wall. Belore, were they fighting?
I hope that you can find time in your busy schedule assisting the barbarian orcs to pen me a simple reply and let me know when you will be permitted to take leave in Silvermoon again. Or perhaps, I could visit? All I need from you is merely a yes, my darling.
"Fabrio?" The secretary started, letting out a squeak and nearly knocking over his inkwell. Dame Firebloom sighed and gave him a scathing look. "Light." The blood knight was still armored. He noticed that she was rubbing one hand againt the knuckles of the other. He would have to remember to get someone to repair the wall again.
He blushed at the tone of her voice, inwardly cursing himself for getting so involved in crafting the perfect letter than he had not heard her enter his office. "I'm sorry. What can I do for you, mam?"
"Kel is taking me out for another driving lesson. We're going to have the stones turned off for a while." It was obvious from the dark circles under her eyes that she had slept very little the night before, but Dame Firebloom's eyes searched the room as she shifted from foot to foot filled with restless energy.
The secretary was fighting the urge to find a hole to bolt into when his cousin appeared in the doorway. Master Sunsworn was also fully armored. "If you need us, private channels only cousin." There was no smile as Keltyr placed a hand on his lover's shoulder. "Let's get going." They removed themselves from his office, for which Fabrio was grateful.
The moment I recieve your response, I will fly to your side. I remember all the things you said you missed about Silvermoon and will bring some of those pleasant things with me to brighten your long days spent among the barbarians.
In his mind, he could picture landing in Stonard and seeing the smiling Cersei. He would take her hand and kiss it. The memory lingered and it progressed further. Fabrio Sunsworn sighed deeply, remembering that he had meant to tell his cousin something. What was it? Oh yes, Dame Cloudbreaker and the farstrider that Dame Dawnsorrow had stuffed in the closet holding hands just outside the door.
The secretary tried to summon up the indignant outrage he had felt last evening when he had seen that, but all that escape him was a long sigh. Because instead of the young blood knight and the bumbling hunter, he saw himself and his beloved Cersei.
Write to me soon, my love.
Yours eternally,
Fabrio Sunsworn
Factor for the Order of the Prophecy of Light
Silvermoon
Fabrio gave out a long-suffering sigh as he began yet another letter. This would be his fourth letter to Stonard in as many weeks. None of them had yet been answered, even though he assumed the goblin post was reliable.
Every day without hearing from you is dull. You were a brilliant light in my dreary day
But not dull. No, his days were never dull, he reflected, as Dame Firebloom stormed down the hallway and into his cousin’s office. The door slammed behind her. The secretary could hear the blood knight's strident voice raised in anger. Keltyr’s softer, calmer voice followed. Fabrio adjusted his glasses and forced himself to tune out everything around him and focus on the matter at hand.
I long for the moment I could see you again.
He could feel his pale face flush at the thought of the beauty that had graced his bed. It was more than just the sex, he told himself. It had to be, didn’t it? He was not his cousin to be caught in the grip of one lustful encounter enough to want the entire woman. No, his Cersei was as different from Dame Firebloom as he was from his cousin. Cersei had listened to him, been interested in him.
He heard something slam into a wall. Belore, were they fighting?
I hope that you can find time in your busy schedule assisting the barbarian orcs to pen me a simple reply and let me know when you will be permitted to take leave in Silvermoon again. Or perhaps, I could visit? All I need from you is merely a yes, my darling.
"Fabrio?" The secretary started, letting out a squeak and nearly knocking over his inkwell. Dame Firebloom sighed and gave him a scathing look. "Light." The blood knight was still armored. He noticed that she was rubbing one hand againt the knuckles of the other. He would have to remember to get someone to repair the wall again.
He blushed at the tone of her voice, inwardly cursing himself for getting so involved in crafting the perfect letter than he had not heard her enter his office. "I'm sorry. What can I do for you, mam?"
"Kel is taking me out for another driving lesson. We're going to have the stones turned off for a while." It was obvious from the dark circles under her eyes that she had slept very little the night before, but Dame Firebloom's eyes searched the room as she shifted from foot to foot filled with restless energy.
The secretary was fighting the urge to find a hole to bolt into when his cousin appeared in the doorway. Master Sunsworn was also fully armored. "If you need us, private channels only cousin." There was no smile as Keltyr placed a hand on his lover's shoulder. "Let's get going." They removed themselves from his office, for which Fabrio was grateful.
The moment I recieve your response, I will fly to your side. I remember all the things you said you missed about Silvermoon and will bring some of those pleasant things with me to brighten your long days spent among the barbarians.
In his mind, he could picture landing in Stonard and seeing the smiling Cersei. He would take her hand and kiss it. The memory lingered and it progressed further. Fabrio Sunsworn sighed deeply, remembering that he had meant to tell his cousin something. What was it? Oh yes, Dame Cloudbreaker and the farstrider that Dame Dawnsorrow had stuffed in the closet holding hands just outside the door.
The secretary tried to summon up the indignant outrage he had felt last evening when he had seen that, but all that escape him was a long sigh. Because instead of the young blood knight and the bumbling hunter, he saw himself and his beloved Cersei.
Write to me soon, my love.
Yours eternally,
Fabrio Sunsworn
Factor for the Order of the Prophecy of Light
Silvermoon
Re: Blood Knight Adventures
Cersei sighed and passed the letter to her succubus. "Another love letter, I don't know how long I can take this." She ran her hands through her long black hair, and leaned against one of the planks that supported the dingy little building she worked in.
The succubus smiled, looking quite pleased with herself as she poured over the contents of the page. "This one is obsessed with you, Mistress."
Lorrin Foxfire got up from his seat across the small room, coming up to peer over the demon's shoulder. "You got another letter, Cersei? How delightful!"
"Would you please go back to shutting up and sitting in your chair?" Cersei scowled at the boy and he retreated back to the other corner of the building.
She'd been so happy at first, when the Magisters told her they were sending a mage to work with her in the Swamp of Sorrows. Until she found out that not only was he one of the gayest boys to ever walk the face of the earth, he never shut up. They wanted to get rid of him, just like they did with her. Certainly he was attractive enough, but women just didn't interest him. And on top of that, at some point he'd taken a liking to the Orc's backward ways, and spent most of his time extolling the virtues of the swamp's humidity on his complexion. She was trapped out here, the demon her only friend. She had to take what she could when she was given leave for Silvermoon, and Fabrio Sunsworn had been easy to take. It was an unfortunate accident that he'd seen it as something more.
"I need to find a way to get him to stop sending these letters."
"But why, Mistress? Surely you can use this to your advantage." The succubus passed the letter back to Cersei, copying the motions of her hand through her hair.
"Don't be stupid. Why would I want some chubby idiot fawning all over me?" She rolled her eyes at the demon.
"He says that he will come to see you if you'd like, and bring you presents. You would be able to slake your thirst without going back to Silvermoon." The demon began adjusting her clothes, pushing and pulling as if she was thinking of slaking her thirst as well.
"I don't want to talk to him. I already have to deal with Lorrin's incessant chattering, not to mention the Orcs' gossiping when they think I'm not listening!" She turned to look up towards the loft, where the Orcs did their work. One of them had in fact been leaning just outside the door, and as she narrowed her eyes at him he laughed and went back to sit with his comrades. "I hate it here."
"I think there is another way we can use him, Mistress."
Cersei let out an exasperated sigh. "Don't you ever get tired of talking about that? He only seemed to know the one position, anyways."
"That is not what I mean, Mistress. This Fabrio Sunsworn is the factor for an order of blood knights."
"Don't be stupid, I can't screw all of them."
The demon smiled seductively. "He occupies a position of power, Mistress."
The plan dawned slowly over Cersei's face. Fabrio was infatuated with her, had said he'd do anything for her. He was the factor for what seemed to be a prominent order of blood knights. This man might have connections. After all this time, he could be her key to getting a new assignment in Silvermoon, away from the Swamp of Sorrows.
She pushed herself away from the plank she'd been leaning on. "You're brilliant."
The demon cracked her whip against her thigh, and grinned from ear to ear as she licked her lips. "I know, Mistress. I know."
The succubus smiled, looking quite pleased with herself as she poured over the contents of the page. "This one is obsessed with you, Mistress."
Lorrin Foxfire got up from his seat across the small room, coming up to peer over the demon's shoulder. "You got another letter, Cersei? How delightful!"
"Would you please go back to shutting up and sitting in your chair?" Cersei scowled at the boy and he retreated back to the other corner of the building.
She'd been so happy at first, when the Magisters told her they were sending a mage to work with her in the Swamp of Sorrows. Until she found out that not only was he one of the gayest boys to ever walk the face of the earth, he never shut up. They wanted to get rid of him, just like they did with her. Certainly he was attractive enough, but women just didn't interest him. And on top of that, at some point he'd taken a liking to the Orc's backward ways, and spent most of his time extolling the virtues of the swamp's humidity on his complexion. She was trapped out here, the demon her only friend. She had to take what she could when she was given leave for Silvermoon, and Fabrio Sunsworn had been easy to take. It was an unfortunate accident that he'd seen it as something more.
"I need to find a way to get him to stop sending these letters."
"But why, Mistress? Surely you can use this to your advantage." The succubus passed the letter back to Cersei, copying the motions of her hand through her hair.
"Don't be stupid. Why would I want some chubby idiot fawning all over me?" She rolled her eyes at the demon.
"He says that he will come to see you if you'd like, and bring you presents. You would be able to slake your thirst without going back to Silvermoon." The demon began adjusting her clothes, pushing and pulling as if she was thinking of slaking her thirst as well.
"I don't want to talk to him. I already have to deal with Lorrin's incessant chattering, not to mention the Orcs' gossiping when they think I'm not listening!" She turned to look up towards the loft, where the Orcs did their work. One of them had in fact been leaning just outside the door, and as she narrowed her eyes at him he laughed and went back to sit with his comrades. "I hate it here."
"I think there is another way we can use him, Mistress."
Cersei let out an exasperated sigh. "Don't you ever get tired of talking about that? He only seemed to know the one position, anyways."
"That is not what I mean, Mistress. This Fabrio Sunsworn is the factor for an order of blood knights."
"Don't be stupid, I can't screw all of them."
The demon smiled seductively. "He occupies a position of power, Mistress."
The plan dawned slowly over Cersei's face. Fabrio was infatuated with her, had said he'd do anything for her. He was the factor for what seemed to be a prominent order of blood knights. This man might have connections. After all this time, he could be her key to getting a new assignment in Silvermoon, away from the Swamp of Sorrows.
She pushed herself away from the plank she'd been leaning on. "You're brilliant."
The demon cracked her whip against her thigh, and grinned from ear to ear as she licked her lips. "I know, Mistress. I know."
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Hats - Pilgrim's Bounty Tale
"Light, people actually wear this?" Dorri shook her head as the Forsaken shop tender merely nodded her head.
"It's tradition, miss." The woman's voice was whispery, missing the harsh edge that the blood knight had come to associate with her kind. The dresses the woman made were well made. Dorri knew enough to appreciate decent tailoring.
"They're hideous." She wrinkled her nose again, still not moving away. Holiday clothing shopping was an adventure. Though no outfit she had found had quite gotten the reception as the green Winter's Veil elf costume from the previous year. That one was still worn from time to time, though she barely had to mention it without having Keltyr's interest.
"They are made of very sturdy wool, miss. Garments like this were designed to take years of abuse and still look as good as the first day they were sewn." Bony hands help up the seam of the garment. "Feel the weave, miss. Very strong."
"it is good wool." Dorri frowned pensively. "I will take a dress and perhaps we can discuss you making some of the wool padding for my armor?" The tailor bowed deeply with a smile. They haggled over price, which was Dorri's favorite part of shopping. She loved the challenge of determining a price and then trying to get the merchant to that price. Satisified, she left the shop, scanning the hastily erected booths for Keltyr.
She found him, sitting patiently as a gangly troll fitted a paper ring over his head. The ring had holes cut in it that allowed the blood knight's ears to poke through. Having caught sight of her as she moved closer, Kel smiled broadly.
"I'm getting a hat!" He gestured towards the black headcovering nearby. The silver buckle that adorned the hat shone in the dim Undercity light.
"Jus chu shtay still, chu ga ma?" The troll cursed as Kel nearly nodded his head in response. Dorri found a tall stool and dragged it over. She tried to find an angle where she could watch everything. Impulsively, she shucked her thin slippers and propped her feet up on the arm of the chair where her lover sat. With a grin, Keltyr wrapped a hand around her calf, beneath the long skirt she was wearing. She gave him a soft kick in the arm when his hand went towards her knee.
The troll milliner chuckled as he turned back around to them. "Chu too na ba doin dat in ma place, chu `ear? Chu na payin ma enough fa dat." Dorri grinned in response, pinning the wandering arm to the chair leg before Kel could make another foray upwards.
While Kel dozed, She watched in fascination as the troll pinned the paper ring to the bottom of the hat and used the holes he had cut for Kel's ears to cut precise holes in the brim. The troll deftly glued and stiched in soft felt into the newly cut holes. The felt patches were indistinguishable from the thick black wool of the hat.
Muttering underneath his breath, the lanky troll took another measurement of Keltyr's head and then went back to the hat. Finally, the troll turned around, holding the hat out reverantly. Dorri kicked Kel in the arm again, looking away as he glared at her. His hand tightened around her ankle, but loosened as he was distracted by the finished hat before his eyes. Eagerly, the blood knight donned the hat and looked at the single mirror in the shop. Then he stood and posed for Dorri.
"I like that hat." She paid the troll with a smile.
Keltyr stood casually just outside the booth as she haggled. She watched him preen out of the corner of her eye. The alarm went off from above. There was stealing of sweet potatos going on at the tables in the ruined city above. She cut her negotiations short, ignoring the troll's gasp as she overpaid him.
Keltyr grinned as she walked towards him. "You can appreciate me and my hat after we defend our pumpkin pie from the greedy humans."
"Walk ahead of me, I can appreciate part of you now." Struting, Keltyr walked towards one of the elevators to the surface with Dorri behind him.
"It's tradition, miss." The woman's voice was whispery, missing the harsh edge that the blood knight had come to associate with her kind. The dresses the woman made were well made. Dorri knew enough to appreciate decent tailoring.
"They're hideous." She wrinkled her nose again, still not moving away. Holiday clothing shopping was an adventure. Though no outfit she had found had quite gotten the reception as the green Winter's Veil elf costume from the previous year. That one was still worn from time to time, though she barely had to mention it without having Keltyr's interest.
"They are made of very sturdy wool, miss. Garments like this were designed to take years of abuse and still look as good as the first day they were sewn." Bony hands help up the seam of the garment. "Feel the weave, miss. Very strong."
"it is good wool." Dorri frowned pensively. "I will take a dress and perhaps we can discuss you making some of the wool padding for my armor?" The tailor bowed deeply with a smile. They haggled over price, which was Dorri's favorite part of shopping. She loved the challenge of determining a price and then trying to get the merchant to that price. Satisified, she left the shop, scanning the hastily erected booths for Keltyr.
She found him, sitting patiently as a gangly troll fitted a paper ring over his head. The ring had holes cut in it that allowed the blood knight's ears to poke through. Having caught sight of her as she moved closer, Kel smiled broadly.
"I'm getting a hat!" He gestured towards the black headcovering nearby. The silver buckle that adorned the hat shone in the dim Undercity light.
"Jus chu shtay still, chu ga ma?" The troll cursed as Kel nearly nodded his head in response. Dorri found a tall stool and dragged it over. She tried to find an angle where she could watch everything. Impulsively, she shucked her thin slippers and propped her feet up on the arm of the chair where her lover sat. With a grin, Keltyr wrapped a hand around her calf, beneath the long skirt she was wearing. She gave him a soft kick in the arm when his hand went towards her knee.
The troll milliner chuckled as he turned back around to them. "Chu too na ba doin dat in ma place, chu `ear? Chu na payin ma enough fa dat." Dorri grinned in response, pinning the wandering arm to the chair leg before Kel could make another foray upwards.
While Kel dozed, She watched in fascination as the troll pinned the paper ring to the bottom of the hat and used the holes he had cut for Kel's ears to cut precise holes in the brim. The troll deftly glued and stiched in soft felt into the newly cut holes. The felt patches were indistinguishable from the thick black wool of the hat.
Muttering underneath his breath, the lanky troll took another measurement of Keltyr's head and then went back to the hat. Finally, the troll turned around, holding the hat out reverantly. Dorri kicked Kel in the arm again, looking away as he glared at her. His hand tightened around her ankle, but loosened as he was distracted by the finished hat before his eyes. Eagerly, the blood knight donned the hat and looked at the single mirror in the shop. Then he stood and posed for Dorri.
"I like that hat." She paid the troll with a smile.
Keltyr stood casually just outside the booth as she haggled. She watched him preen out of the corner of her eye. The alarm went off from above. There was stealing of sweet potatos going on at the tables in the ruined city above. She cut her negotiations short, ignoring the troll's gasp as she overpaid him.
Keltyr grinned as she walked towards him. "You can appreciate me and my hat after we defend our pumpkin pie from the greedy humans."
"Walk ahead of me, I can appreciate part of you now." Struting, Keltyr walked towards one of the elevators to the surface with Dorri behind him.
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Key to Trouble
“I don’t want to get up.” She told Keltyr after he poked her for a third time. She had already buried her head beneath the blankets. He stuck his hands underneath the blanket and she lashed out in irritation. She grabbed the back of his knee and pulled. Figuring, in her headache hampered planning, that if he fell on his ass, her lover would leave her alone for a little while longer.
Sometimes, she forgot just how quick he was. Instead of having the decency to just take his fall, the other blood knight grabbed her arm and pulled her off the bed. With a loud squawk, she landed in a heap across his legs with her covers falling with a loud plop behind her. Since he was laughing, she blindly punched him in the side.
Kel cursed and Dorri scowled for a moment. "Light, damn, move your hand!." She slapped his hand away from where he had pressed it against his side, revealing the rather spectacular bruise she had given him last night. She called on the light and felt that warm power flow out of her into him. As his breathing grew less hitched, his grin returned.
"My ass is cold." She told him with pique and then squawked as he slapped the body part in question. They wrestled on the floor for a few minutes, giggling and laughing. Eventually she had him pinned on the floor. Dorri slammed his shoulders back against the floorboards just once to make her point. She watched suspiciously as one of his hands moved at her side, but he grabbed the tail end of the blanket and pulled it so it lay at his side. Keltyr held his hands out to his side and Dorri took the invitation. She curled up at beside him, letting Keltyr pull the covers over her. As usual, he seemed completely unaffected by the cold floor beneath him.
"Right, there's been no sign of him. You should get dressed so we can toss the bombs in."
Dorri lifted her eyes from his chest to stare at the three large crates filled with explosives, or rather what looked like explosives. Kel had spent at least two evenings crafting them with the orc woman, Roxka. Last night he had assured her that they were duds, just a few had to at least look real to convey the proper sense of danger.
"I need to wash up first." She could already feel the oil in her hair and smell the visceral stink of her unwashed skin. Strange, she never seemed to mind Keltyr's smells.
"You can take a bath when we finish with the trick. I'll help." Dorri snickered, knowing exactly what kind of help he would be. In response, her lover went back to playfully poking her.
"Okay! Okay! I need to get my clothes." A slightly crumpled bundle of slacks, shirt and small clothes was shoved into her face. "How long have you been trying to wake me up?"
"Couple of hours." He was grinning as she started to get dressed. It took him only a few seconds to throw a shirt on. She sighed as she was pulled away from messing with her hair. Still, she was as excited as he was once they dragged the crates down the stairs and stood in front of Tahlian's room. Keltyr pulled the key they had acquired from Katanya out of his pocket and opened the door.
Dorri shuffled through the door with the large crate and then stopped dead in her tracks. At first, she thought that the large bear skin rug in the center of the room looked uncomfortably lumpy, then the open mouth closed and it opened its eyes. The two large lumps on either side of the bear opened their eyes too. She was blocking the doorway, so Keltyr shoved her forward.
Dorri stumbled forward, and the duds dropped out of the crate in her hands and rolled across the floor. Her ears caught the sound of movement from another room.
"Umm, Kel."
The other blood knight had his back to her, dragging in the last crate. "Hmm?"
Dorri watched the two cats and the bear slowly get to their feet. She figured that with the furniture between them and the animals, they would have to come at her one at a time. A large reptilian head appeared from behind the corner. She elbowed Keltyr to the side, dragged the crate into the room. Kel looked up as she got the crates through the door. Before she could straighten up, Keltyr pulled her through the doorway and slammed it shut behind them.
They both jumped as they heard the sound of something banging against the door.
"RUN!" She was not sure who shouted, but they both dashed down the stairs at full speed. Dorri pushed Azuregaze's human wife out of the way as she bolted for the outside. She heard the woman scream at them and saw a round tray streak past her into the street, hitting a troll hunter in the back of the head. Keltyr ran past her, turned around to shout something back into the inn. The woman's reply, whatever it was, was drowned out by the loud and dramatic display from the enraged troll. Dorri took one look at Keltyr and they kept running.
Neither of them bothered to pay attention to where they were running. When they stopped, panting for breath and still managing to laugh, Dorri had completely lost track of where they were. Thick grass was beneath their feet, but the wall of the city was on one side and the tall walls of a building were on the other.
After a few minutes, Dorri shivered in the chill air. Keltyr wrapped his arms around her, still smiling gleefully.
"I'm not going to get my bath."
"You can take it later. The water will still be there. We can buy you a cloak later." The blood knight's smile changed to a pensive frown. "I would change one thing though."
"What? I thought it went fine."
Her eyes narrowed as he struggled to keep the frown. "Next time, I am picking you out a skirt." She would have hit him, the thought did cross her mind. But as he lowered his lips to hers, she had to admit that a skirt would have made things easier.
Sometimes, she forgot just how quick he was. Instead of having the decency to just take his fall, the other blood knight grabbed her arm and pulled her off the bed. With a loud squawk, she landed in a heap across his legs with her covers falling with a loud plop behind her. Since he was laughing, she blindly punched him in the side.
Kel cursed and Dorri scowled for a moment. "Light, damn, move your hand!." She slapped his hand away from where he had pressed it against his side, revealing the rather spectacular bruise she had given him last night. She called on the light and felt that warm power flow out of her into him. As his breathing grew less hitched, his grin returned.
"My ass is cold." She told him with pique and then squawked as he slapped the body part in question. They wrestled on the floor for a few minutes, giggling and laughing. Eventually she had him pinned on the floor. Dorri slammed his shoulders back against the floorboards just once to make her point. She watched suspiciously as one of his hands moved at her side, but he grabbed the tail end of the blanket and pulled it so it lay at his side. Keltyr held his hands out to his side and Dorri took the invitation. She curled up at beside him, letting Keltyr pull the covers over her. As usual, he seemed completely unaffected by the cold floor beneath him.
"Right, there's been no sign of him. You should get dressed so we can toss the bombs in."
Dorri lifted her eyes from his chest to stare at the three large crates filled with explosives, or rather what looked like explosives. Kel had spent at least two evenings crafting them with the orc woman, Roxka. Last night he had assured her that they were duds, just a few had to at least look real to convey the proper sense of danger.
"I need to wash up first." She could already feel the oil in her hair and smell the visceral stink of her unwashed skin. Strange, she never seemed to mind Keltyr's smells.
"You can take a bath when we finish with the trick. I'll help." Dorri snickered, knowing exactly what kind of help he would be. In response, her lover went back to playfully poking her.
"Okay! Okay! I need to get my clothes." A slightly crumpled bundle of slacks, shirt and small clothes was shoved into her face. "How long have you been trying to wake me up?"
"Couple of hours." He was grinning as she started to get dressed. It took him only a few seconds to throw a shirt on. She sighed as she was pulled away from messing with her hair. Still, she was as excited as he was once they dragged the crates down the stairs and stood in front of Tahlian's room. Keltyr pulled the key they had acquired from Katanya out of his pocket and opened the door.
Dorri shuffled through the door with the large crate and then stopped dead in her tracks. At first, she thought that the large bear skin rug in the center of the room looked uncomfortably lumpy, then the open mouth closed and it opened its eyes. The two large lumps on either side of the bear opened their eyes too. She was blocking the doorway, so Keltyr shoved her forward.
Dorri stumbled forward, and the duds dropped out of the crate in her hands and rolled across the floor. Her ears caught the sound of movement from another room.
"Umm, Kel."
The other blood knight had his back to her, dragging in the last crate. "Hmm?"
Dorri watched the two cats and the bear slowly get to their feet. She figured that with the furniture between them and the animals, they would have to come at her one at a time. A large reptilian head appeared from behind the corner. She elbowed Keltyr to the side, dragged the crate into the room. Kel looked up as she got the crates through the door. Before she could straighten up, Keltyr pulled her through the doorway and slammed it shut behind them.
They both jumped as they heard the sound of something banging against the door.
"RUN!" She was not sure who shouted, but they both dashed down the stairs at full speed. Dorri pushed Azuregaze's human wife out of the way as she bolted for the outside. She heard the woman scream at them and saw a round tray streak past her into the street, hitting a troll hunter in the back of the head. Keltyr ran past her, turned around to shout something back into the inn. The woman's reply, whatever it was, was drowned out by the loud and dramatic display from the enraged troll. Dorri took one look at Keltyr and they kept running.
Neither of them bothered to pay attention to where they were running. When they stopped, panting for breath and still managing to laugh, Dorri had completely lost track of where they were. Thick grass was beneath their feet, but the wall of the city was on one side and the tall walls of a building were on the other.
After a few minutes, Dorri shivered in the chill air. Keltyr wrapped his arms around her, still smiling gleefully.
"I'm not going to get my bath."
"You can take it later. The water will still be there. We can buy you a cloak later." The blood knight's smile changed to a pensive frown. "I would change one thing though."
"What? I thought it went fine."
Her eyes narrowed as he struggled to keep the frown. "Next time, I am picking you out a skirt." She would have hit him, the thought did cross her mind. But as he lowered his lips to hers, she had to admit that a skirt would have made things easier.
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The chapter house was quiet and dark as Dorri made her way towards the kitchen. Her bare feet made no noise on the fine carpets that covered the weathered wood. The air was cool enough against her bare legs, but warm enough that she did not think about returning to her room to try and find her pants. Luckily, Keltyr's shirt covered enough that Fabrio would not fall over in a faint if he saw her. At least she hoped not. Sometimes it was hard to judge just what her lover's cousin would do.
The paladin paused as she heard a loud noise coming from beyond the closed door she was passing. The noise repeated and Dorri smiled. Alanth was snoring. Well at least one of them was sleeping. If Ryn would just loosen up a little, she was certain that Hammaryn would sleep better as well. Despite what Keltyr might snidely comment, Dorri was certain that those two shared the same bed and little else. Hopefully, Alanth's snoring would cover the sound of her walking. The last thing she wanted to deal with was one of Ryn's glares.
The blood knight moved quickly down the hallway, striving to be quiet even though the house was mostly empty. She paused at the end, frowning at the lamp light that filtered from the common room. She heard no noises coming from the large common room.
"Someone just forgot a lamp." She told herself, imagining Fabrio's muttering about wasting money. With a smile she turned the corner and froze in shock at what she saw.
At one of the large tables in the room slumped the Order's secretary. His tally book and other papers were spread all over the place. On his left was a large open pastry box and two seemingly empty bottles were on his left. Wrapped around his neck and twisted in his hands was a gauzy red scarf. The table and Fabrio's clothes were covered in crumbs and pastry paper.
"Oh bloody hell!" She glared at the pudgy elf, but he did not move. Instead, he began to snore. In between snores, she heard him mutter something "seer say" or "Sear sea." She crossed her arms over her chest, fighting her initial urge to go up to the secretary and shake him.
She should just leave him there. And then he whimpered, clutching the scarf closer. With a sigh, she crossed the distance to the table, wincing at the cool stone that were now underfoot. Muttering, she gathered the bottles and tossed them into the dustbin. The loud crash of broken glass startled Fabrio and Dorri didn't bother to stifle the laugh as he fell off the bench and onto the floor. Crumbs, papers and other things scattered around him.
The secretary looked up at her, blinking in bleary incomprehension. Dorri's first response was to kick him, but she stopped herself. For all his faults, Fabrio was the Order's secretary. He was also Keltyr's cousin and Kel liked his cousin, most of the time. Still scowling, Dorri admitted that she liked the plump elf as well. Fabrio cared about Keltyr, even if she did not understand why. So, instead of kicking the sniveling man, she held her hand out.
Fabrio squeaked as she moved, then flushed and sheepishly took her hand. She hauled him off the floor and stood with her arms crossed as he brushed himself off. One of his hands remained curled around the red scarf. He turned away from her and began to pick up the papers off the floor. The scattered crumbs made her skin itch, so she hauled one of the enchanted brooms out of the kitchen and set it to work, once Fabrio had stacked the papers on the table.
"What's wrong with you?" She finally growled as the secretary continued to fiddle with the paper stack.
"You... You're naked." He squeaked as he talked. The flush carried all the way to the tips of his ears.
She took a step towards him and he cowered away from her. "No," Dorri growled in aggravation. "That's not it. You've been staying up nights. You were whimpering in your sleep. And Ysani is complaining that there are never any muffins in the morning. That bitch take your balls, what little ones you had?"
"Don't you talk about Cersei like that!" Fabrio looked her in the eyes. The hand that had been clutching the gauzy scarf had balled into a fist. The usual timid secretary's face was curled into an angry snarl. And then he snivelled again.
"Light, at least Dir didn't snivel." She held herself rigidly still as Keltyr's cousin leaned against her and continued crying. "Right, you need to get to bed. Kel finds you out here, he'll be annoyed." She hoped that was the right thing to say, because she was not sure how long she could keep herself from striking Fabrio. She did not want to hurt him, but she also did not want him leaning on her crying like a baby.
"I can't sleep." The man wailed and Dorri winced at the high pitched noise. "I thought she.. she loved me. Buh. But she just wanted ou... out of the swamp."
"She what?" Fabrio stumbled back as she growled. The other elf just continued to sob. Light, what a mess. "Right," she grabbed his arm and started walking towards his room. Despite sniffling about how he could not sleep, Fabrio put up very little resistance. Barely keeping her temper in check, she got the secretary settled into his bed. She closed the door with caution and then stormed into the room she shared with Keltyr.
When Keltyr looked up at her, she remembered that she had gone to get them both some wine and something to eat. She opened her mouth but Keltyr snarled. "When I find her, that bitch will wish she never set eyes on Fabrio."
Dorri slugged him in the shoulder, snarling back when he glared at her. "When we find her."
The paladin paused as she heard a loud noise coming from beyond the closed door she was passing. The noise repeated and Dorri smiled. Alanth was snoring. Well at least one of them was sleeping. If Ryn would just loosen up a little, she was certain that Hammaryn would sleep better as well. Despite what Keltyr might snidely comment, Dorri was certain that those two shared the same bed and little else. Hopefully, Alanth's snoring would cover the sound of her walking. The last thing she wanted to deal with was one of Ryn's glares.
The blood knight moved quickly down the hallway, striving to be quiet even though the house was mostly empty. She paused at the end, frowning at the lamp light that filtered from the common room. She heard no noises coming from the large common room.
"Someone just forgot a lamp." She told herself, imagining Fabrio's muttering about wasting money. With a smile she turned the corner and froze in shock at what she saw.
At one of the large tables in the room slumped the Order's secretary. His tally book and other papers were spread all over the place. On his left was a large open pastry box and two seemingly empty bottles were on his left. Wrapped around his neck and twisted in his hands was a gauzy red scarf. The table and Fabrio's clothes were covered in crumbs and pastry paper.
"Oh bloody hell!" She glared at the pudgy elf, but he did not move. Instead, he began to snore. In between snores, she heard him mutter something "seer say" or "Sear sea." She crossed her arms over her chest, fighting her initial urge to go up to the secretary and shake him.
She should just leave him there. And then he whimpered, clutching the scarf closer. With a sigh, she crossed the distance to the table, wincing at the cool stone that were now underfoot. Muttering, she gathered the bottles and tossed them into the dustbin. The loud crash of broken glass startled Fabrio and Dorri didn't bother to stifle the laugh as he fell off the bench and onto the floor. Crumbs, papers and other things scattered around him.
The secretary looked up at her, blinking in bleary incomprehension. Dorri's first response was to kick him, but she stopped herself. For all his faults, Fabrio was the Order's secretary. He was also Keltyr's cousin and Kel liked his cousin, most of the time. Still scowling, Dorri admitted that she liked the plump elf as well. Fabrio cared about Keltyr, even if she did not understand why. So, instead of kicking the sniveling man, she held her hand out.
Fabrio squeaked as she moved, then flushed and sheepishly took her hand. She hauled him off the floor and stood with her arms crossed as he brushed himself off. One of his hands remained curled around the red scarf. He turned away from her and began to pick up the papers off the floor. The scattered crumbs made her skin itch, so she hauled one of the enchanted brooms out of the kitchen and set it to work, once Fabrio had stacked the papers on the table.
"What's wrong with you?" She finally growled as the secretary continued to fiddle with the paper stack.
"You... You're naked." He squeaked as he talked. The flush carried all the way to the tips of his ears.
She took a step towards him and he cowered away from her. "No," Dorri growled in aggravation. "That's not it. You've been staying up nights. You were whimpering in your sleep. And Ysani is complaining that there are never any muffins in the morning. That bitch take your balls, what little ones you had?"
"Don't you talk about Cersei like that!" Fabrio looked her in the eyes. The hand that had been clutching the gauzy scarf had balled into a fist. The usual timid secretary's face was curled into an angry snarl. And then he snivelled again.
"Light, at least Dir didn't snivel." She held herself rigidly still as Keltyr's cousin leaned against her and continued crying. "Right, you need to get to bed. Kel finds you out here, he'll be annoyed." She hoped that was the right thing to say, because she was not sure how long she could keep herself from striking Fabrio. She did not want to hurt him, but she also did not want him leaning on her crying like a baby.
"I can't sleep." The man wailed and Dorri winced at the high pitched noise. "I thought she.. she loved me. Buh. But she just wanted ou... out of the swamp."
"She what?" Fabrio stumbled back as she growled. The other elf just continued to sob. Light, what a mess. "Right," she grabbed his arm and started walking towards his room. Despite sniffling about how he could not sleep, Fabrio put up very little resistance. Barely keeping her temper in check, she got the secretary settled into his bed. She closed the door with caution and then stormed into the room she shared with Keltyr.
When Keltyr looked up at her, she remembered that she had gone to get them both some wine and something to eat. She opened her mouth but Keltyr snarled. "When I find her, that bitch will wish she never set eyes on Fabrio."
Dorri slugged him in the shoulder, snarling back when he glared at her. "When we find her."
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Her fingers paused on the black silk dress. The simple and revealing garment drew her attention, not because of how it would look on her, but because of the memories that surrounded it. Dorri closed her eyes, remembering the moment Keltyr had held a box wrapped in red paper in front of her eyes. Good memories forged in difficult times. The blood knight opened her eyes, smiled and dismissed the idea of wearing that dress for this night's work.
The dress was beautiful, but it was not something to wear after having spent the afternoon sparring with Kel. By the time they headed for the taverns of Silvermoon, she would have a collection of dark bruises that would distract from the tantalizing bits of flesh left uncovered. It also had nowhere for her to hide a weapon. The Farstrider's sister might not have weapons of her own, but considering what Fenniel had told them, she might be with someone who did. It would be better to be prepared. So, she continued to search her closet for just the right dress.
Behind her, she could hear Keltyr working on something at the table. He had been sitting there, tinkering while she had napped and washed up. The activity of the afternoon was only a distraction, since they were not likely to find their quarry during the day. It had been enough for her, but not for him. The tension had been building in her lover since the first night they had found Fabrio sobbing in the common room of the chapter house.
"Wear the blue one." They were the first words Kel had spoken in hours. "The one with the white underdress. It has good sleeves for hiding these." She turned from her clothes to see her lover holding a small sphere over his head. She pulled the dress from the closet and laid it over a chair, before turning to give her lover her full attention.
She reached out to pick up one of the small spheres that had been occupying his attention. Kel struck before she could get close, gripping her forearm tightly. She let him pull her hand away. Getting into a fight right now would only delay them, and the delay would only make Keltyr angrier.
Most of the time, she enjoyed the benefits of Kel’s temper, but the rewards of allowing him to vent it on the woman there were hunting for were greater. So she did not fight against the strong hand on her arm. Her easy compliance did not get his attention. Keltyr still remained focused on the little orbs on the table. Dorri snarled and used her free hand to thump him in the chest. Once she had his full attention and he had loosened his grip, she bounced onto his lap.
"Show me what you've been doing," Dorri said softly as she leaned against him. Kel grabbed a wire and leather contraption off the table. With a lopsided sly grin, he wrapped the leather straps around her forearm. He tightened the straps, watching her face. Instead of giving him the reaction he wanted, she struck back. "This thing is going to make it difficult for you to hold my hand properly while we're dancing." He paled as she goaded him and then gave one of the straps one last tight pull. Dorri did not bother to hide her smirk. Keltyr had many talents and Dorri appreciated all of them, but dancing was not one of them.
Her lover plucked one of the small spheres and put it in her hand. "That one, the one with the raised bumps. The powder in there will flash brightly in the air. It'll burn the skin too." It was a tiny thing. Dorri rolled it across her palm, working out in her head how she would have made it. "I'll put it on the left side.” He placed them carefully in the contraption he had strapped to her arm. “The others are just smokers. I'll throw them in the right column. You'll have to be careful. They're made of glass."
Kel made her practice with the mechanism. He watched her dress and then made sure that his device was not visible at first glance. He was just pulling his jacket on when she announced, "I have to fix my hair."
Dorri was not even able to keep a straight face as Keltyr cursed. He looked at her, scowling, and she flashed three hair decorations. All three had been sharpened enough to be knives. Keltyr's scowl quickly switched to a sly vicious smile. "Let me help." With both of them dressed and with enough weapons to give them options, they left the chapter house and headed for the clubs frequented by the elite.
When they were done with Cersei, she was going to wish she had stayed in the swamp.
The dress was beautiful, but it was not something to wear after having spent the afternoon sparring with Kel. By the time they headed for the taverns of Silvermoon, she would have a collection of dark bruises that would distract from the tantalizing bits of flesh left uncovered. It also had nowhere for her to hide a weapon. The Farstrider's sister might not have weapons of her own, but considering what Fenniel had told them, she might be with someone who did. It would be better to be prepared. So, she continued to search her closet for just the right dress.
Behind her, she could hear Keltyr working on something at the table. He had been sitting there, tinkering while she had napped and washed up. The activity of the afternoon was only a distraction, since they were not likely to find their quarry during the day. It had been enough for her, but not for him. The tension had been building in her lover since the first night they had found Fabrio sobbing in the common room of the chapter house.
"Wear the blue one." They were the first words Kel had spoken in hours. "The one with the white underdress. It has good sleeves for hiding these." She turned from her clothes to see her lover holding a small sphere over his head. She pulled the dress from the closet and laid it over a chair, before turning to give her lover her full attention.
She reached out to pick up one of the small spheres that had been occupying his attention. Kel struck before she could get close, gripping her forearm tightly. She let him pull her hand away. Getting into a fight right now would only delay them, and the delay would only make Keltyr angrier.
Most of the time, she enjoyed the benefits of Kel’s temper, but the rewards of allowing him to vent it on the woman there were hunting for were greater. So she did not fight against the strong hand on her arm. Her easy compliance did not get his attention. Keltyr still remained focused on the little orbs on the table. Dorri snarled and used her free hand to thump him in the chest. Once she had his full attention and he had loosened his grip, she bounced onto his lap.
"Show me what you've been doing," Dorri said softly as she leaned against him. Kel grabbed a wire and leather contraption off the table. With a lopsided sly grin, he wrapped the leather straps around her forearm. He tightened the straps, watching her face. Instead of giving him the reaction he wanted, she struck back. "This thing is going to make it difficult for you to hold my hand properly while we're dancing." He paled as she goaded him and then gave one of the straps one last tight pull. Dorri did not bother to hide her smirk. Keltyr had many talents and Dorri appreciated all of them, but dancing was not one of them.
Her lover plucked one of the small spheres and put it in her hand. "That one, the one with the raised bumps. The powder in there will flash brightly in the air. It'll burn the skin too." It was a tiny thing. Dorri rolled it across her palm, working out in her head how she would have made it. "I'll put it on the left side.” He placed them carefully in the contraption he had strapped to her arm. “The others are just smokers. I'll throw them in the right column. You'll have to be careful. They're made of glass."
Kel made her practice with the mechanism. He watched her dress and then made sure that his device was not visible at first glance. He was just pulling his jacket on when she announced, "I have to fix my hair."
Dorri was not even able to keep a straight face as Keltyr cursed. He looked at her, scowling, and she flashed three hair decorations. All three had been sharpened enough to be knives. Keltyr's scowl quickly switched to a sly vicious smile. "Let me help." With both of them dressed and with enough weapons to give them options, they left the chapter house and headed for the clubs frequented by the elite.
When they were done with Cersei, she was going to wish she had stayed in the swamp.
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Dorri’tow did her best not to fidget, but she did shoot Keltyr a look. He was laying sprawled out the other wooden lounge chair. Wearing nothing but some strange short pants that Fabrio had assured her were for swimming, her lover looked completely relaxed. She hated him for it. He was going to burn, just lying there like that, but she would be damned if she told him to turn over. Dorri managed to hold onto the thought of letting him suffer through a sunburn, but then she thought of how grumpy he would be. There would also be a lack of other things. So, of course, she would remind him to turn over.
The paladin poured herself another drink and propped her sketch pad on her knees, glaring at the paper which was still frustratingly blank. She tapped the butt of her pencil against the page. The midday sun hit the spire of the Violet Citadel and it caught the light just perfectly. She started to sketch the spire, thinking about a piece of crystal she had traded a Taunka for earlier in the week. Inspried, she sketched out a basic idea for what she would carve and then realized that she wanted to see the crystal in the light before she went into greater detail.
Putting the sketch book down, Dorri went to go the crystal. Blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dim interior, she scowled at the room. The disorderly mess rubbed her nerves raw. Books and papers were scattered across the table. After putting the books away and organizing the papers, she noticed the bed was not quite made right and she fixed that. She picked up the shirt and pair of pants that Keltyr had laid strewn over the floor and put them in the basket by the door.
Sounds of snoring came from the balcony and Dorri stuck her head out the double doors and cajoled Keltyr until he turned over before his fair skinned burned. She had taken only two steps back inside before the snoring started up again. Why had she come inside again? Right, the crystal. She careful picked the precise tools she would need for the small sculpture and carried them and the stone back to her chair outside. She put the stone on a table beside her and looked from it, to the spire and then back to her pad.
Keltyr’s snores accompanied the scratch of her pencil against the paper. Luckily, he was already mostly in the shade before his back turned a lobster shade of red. Once she was satisfied with the sketch, she turned her attention to the crystal. The light, however, was already fading. With a sigh, she returned her tools, the pad and the stone to their proper locations.
Their evening meal was delivered, on time as always. She hauled out the food, utensils, wine and some thistle out to the balcony. This was the closest they got to a real holiday. One day in Dalaran before they went back out to Icecrown to continue assisting the Argent Crusade with cleaning up what was left of the Lich King’s tattered army.
Keltyr blinked as she finished setting up the meal and pulled the back of the chair up so he could sit. Dorri poured him a glass of wine and then sat at the end of the lounge chair, putting his feet in her lap. Ignoring the raised eyebrow he gave her, she opened a jar of warmed scented oil and started rubbing it into his feet. For a few seconds, he relaxed, then his eyes shot open and he narrowed her eyes at her.
“What are you doing?” There was a hint of a snarl in his voice.
She froze, hands still wrapped around his left foot. His fel-tainted eyes glared at her, the brightest thing on the balcony as the darkness grew. “Fabrio said you liked this.”
“I do.” He frowned and shook his head. “I did.” Dorri knew that look on his face. She turned her attention back to his feet, letting Keltyr decide what he would say. Dorri did her best to massage the oil into his feet as she waited.
A cool breeze caused her to shiver as she turned to his right foot. “It was one of the stupid primping things. The right clothes, the right jewelry, the right make-up.” There was an angry bitterness in Kel’s voice as he spoke. He so rarely talked about the past and, most of the time he did, he sounded like this.
Dorri wiped her hands on the towel under his feet and stretched out beside him on the chair. He held himself so stiffly but she placed her head on his chest anyway. His skin was warm against her cheek. “Me rubbing your feet won’t turn you into your parents.” She whispered.
His arms tightened around her and a long sigh drained some of the stiffness from him. "I know." He kissed the top of her head. "What brought up the foot massage?"
"I wanted to do something for you." Keltyr snickered and she poked him in the side, knowing what he was thinking. "Something that was just for you. Something that didn't benefit me. Didn't work though."
One of his hands ran up and down her arm before he spoke. "It worked."
"Not really, it was supposed to be relaxing." She bit her lip and then scowled as he laughed at her again. "I'm not very good at just doing nothing."
He shrugged, just as she knew he would. "Are you relaxed?"
Dorri snuggled closer against him, using his warmth as protection against the rapidly cooling air. "Yeah."
"Good, now you won't ask me to dance tonight." She only poked him lightly in the ribs as he laughed.
The paladin poured herself another drink and propped her sketch pad on her knees, glaring at the paper which was still frustratingly blank. She tapped the butt of her pencil against the page. The midday sun hit the spire of the Violet Citadel and it caught the light just perfectly. She started to sketch the spire, thinking about a piece of crystal she had traded a Taunka for earlier in the week. Inspried, she sketched out a basic idea for what she would carve and then realized that she wanted to see the crystal in the light before she went into greater detail.
Putting the sketch book down, Dorri went to go the crystal. Blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dim interior, she scowled at the room. The disorderly mess rubbed her nerves raw. Books and papers were scattered across the table. After putting the books away and organizing the papers, she noticed the bed was not quite made right and she fixed that. She picked up the shirt and pair of pants that Keltyr had laid strewn over the floor and put them in the basket by the door.
Sounds of snoring came from the balcony and Dorri stuck her head out the double doors and cajoled Keltyr until he turned over before his fair skinned burned. She had taken only two steps back inside before the snoring started up again. Why had she come inside again? Right, the crystal. She careful picked the precise tools she would need for the small sculpture and carried them and the stone back to her chair outside. She put the stone on a table beside her and looked from it, to the spire and then back to her pad.
Keltyr’s snores accompanied the scratch of her pencil against the paper. Luckily, he was already mostly in the shade before his back turned a lobster shade of red. Once she was satisfied with the sketch, she turned her attention to the crystal. The light, however, was already fading. With a sigh, she returned her tools, the pad and the stone to their proper locations.
Their evening meal was delivered, on time as always. She hauled out the food, utensils, wine and some thistle out to the balcony. This was the closest they got to a real holiday. One day in Dalaran before they went back out to Icecrown to continue assisting the Argent Crusade with cleaning up what was left of the Lich King’s tattered army.
Keltyr blinked as she finished setting up the meal and pulled the back of the chair up so he could sit. Dorri poured him a glass of wine and then sat at the end of the lounge chair, putting his feet in her lap. Ignoring the raised eyebrow he gave her, she opened a jar of warmed scented oil and started rubbing it into his feet. For a few seconds, he relaxed, then his eyes shot open and he narrowed her eyes at her.
“What are you doing?” There was a hint of a snarl in his voice.
She froze, hands still wrapped around his left foot. His fel-tainted eyes glared at her, the brightest thing on the balcony as the darkness grew. “Fabrio said you liked this.”
“I do.” He frowned and shook his head. “I did.” Dorri knew that look on his face. She turned her attention back to his feet, letting Keltyr decide what he would say. Dorri did her best to massage the oil into his feet as she waited.
A cool breeze caused her to shiver as she turned to his right foot. “It was one of the stupid primping things. The right clothes, the right jewelry, the right make-up.” There was an angry bitterness in Kel’s voice as he spoke. He so rarely talked about the past and, most of the time he did, he sounded like this.
Dorri wiped her hands on the towel under his feet and stretched out beside him on the chair. He held himself so stiffly but she placed her head on his chest anyway. His skin was warm against her cheek. “Me rubbing your feet won’t turn you into your parents.” She whispered.
His arms tightened around her and a long sigh drained some of the stiffness from him. "I know." He kissed the top of her head. "What brought up the foot massage?"
"I wanted to do something for you." Keltyr snickered and she poked him in the side, knowing what he was thinking. "Something that was just for you. Something that didn't benefit me. Didn't work though."
One of his hands ran up and down her arm before he spoke. "It worked."
"Not really, it was supposed to be relaxing." She bit her lip and then scowled as he laughed at her again. "I'm not very good at just doing nothing."
He shrugged, just as she knew he would. "Are you relaxed?"
Dorri snuggled closer against him, using his warmth as protection against the rapidly cooling air. "Yeah."
"Good, now you won't ask me to dance tonight." She only poked him lightly in the ribs as he laughed.
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Dorri glowered at the stairs and then glowered at the fine tile in the hallway. Her hand tightened around the flower filled vase that adorned the table next to the door of their rented room. With a curse, she flung it down the hall and then push open the door so hard it slammed against the far wall. She turned around and slammed the door shut with just as much force.
The paladin took the sword she was carrying and put it on the rack where it belonged. Then she stalked around the room, picking things up and putting them away. She could see the light from Kel's eyes and from his cig on the balcony. Occasionally, she looked up to glare at him but every time she did he was not looking her way. Light damn him! She slammed a fist into the table, snarling.
Dorri'tow turned to glare at her lover as he walked inside. A cloud of blood thistle smoke followed him. Keltyr took another long gulp from the bottle of whiskey in his hands, seemingly oblivious to her angry stare. She went to grab the bottle of his hand. Keltyr grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, setting her off balance. As she spun around, Dorri caught a glimpse of him downing the rest of the bottle. With a grunt, he tossed the bottle into the hearth. The glass shattered against the wood and the fire flared up briefly.
"Tell me why..." Dorri started, glaring into his eyes.
"I told you why. I am not explaining it to you again."
"He is hurting her." Dorri snarled, balling up her fists.
"Less than a year ago, you were bragging about how she could take care of herself." Keltyr reminded her, leaning towards her with his arms now crossed over his chest.
"She can"
"Then LET HER!" Keltyr's frustrated voice boomed in her ears.
The yelling was all the spark she needed, Dorri'tow threw a low punch catching Keltyr hard in the ribs. She would have followed it with a second punch, but Keltyr pushed her away. The few steps she stumbled backward was enough to allow him to recover. When she charged forward, Keltyr did not defend himself, as he usually did. Instead, he attacked. She was not prepared for the closed fist that slammed into her chest or the leg that swept her feet.
She pulled herself up on a chair just in time. Keltyr swung another punch, which she dodged. With a howl, she charged at him. When he tried to throw her off balance, she dragged him with her, allowing her body weight to take them both to the ground. Still, she landed flat on the stone floor, with Keltyr over her. With a snarl of his own, Keltyr drove his knee into her side. While she gasped for breath, Keltyr slammed her shoulders back on the floor. "Say you pound Keilos? What's the point?"
"He'll stop bossing her around." She tried to yell back, but she had trouble finding the force of breath to get the volume she wanted. Before he could open his mouth to argue with her again, she wedged a knee between them and pushed him away. "She's my friend! She deserves better than that!"
"No," Keltyr corrected her angrily. He watched warily as she got to her feet. "She deserves to be treated like more than a pet."
"I am not treating her like a pet!" She yelled back, incensed by the look of scorn on Keltyr's face.
"You are acting just like your sister! Deciding what is best for Ysani, instead of letting her make her own decisions." Anything else Kel had to say was lost. The entire scope of Dorri's vision turned red. The enraged paladin lost track her blows or strategy. She threw punches, kicks and bites with ferocity. The object of her rage managed to get away from her, but she tracked him with her eyes. Her chest ached from the blows he had gotten in and her hands ached from the punches she had thrown.
"I'm not Then! I'm not!" She shouted, trying to find a way to get an advantage over him.
"You're acting just like her!" Keltyr shouted back, putting more distance between them. Blood ran from deep scratches along his chest.
"You're not doing anything!" She shouted back at him, still furious. "Just letting it happen," Dorri took a few steps closer to Keltyr. "Letting Keilos bully her, letting Dir hit on her." She was only a few steps away. "Sit by and do nothing. Just like your father."
Keltyr's normally pale skin was suddenly flushed with rage. She managed to dodge the fist that flew at her face, but could not keep him from slamming her against the wall. His body pinned her to the wall and his forearm pressed against her throat. He glared at her as she struggled to breathe and she glared back definitely, while clawing at his arm to relieve the pressure against her throat. Abruptly, he pulled away.
With one final glare, Keltyr stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Dorri howled in rage and threw a chair at the door, watching it shatter. It took over an hour for her to destroy the table and she ruined two swords and an axe doing it, once she could no longer bear the pain that shot through her fists.
She wanted him to come back. Wanted to make him do what she wanted him to do. Compulsively, she cleaned up the shattered bits of the table and chairs. As she did so, she glared at his armor. How dare he say that she was like Then! She was not trying to control Ysani's life. She just wanted Ysani to be safe and cared for. And what was he doing? Nothing. Damn him! Nothing at all, just sitting there smirking as Dir worked his charms on her. She nearly worked herself back up into a frenzy, but making fists made waves of pain that flew up her arms. She grabbed a bottle from over the mantle and started drinking. She did not stop until morning.
The paladin took the sword she was carrying and put it on the rack where it belonged. Then she stalked around the room, picking things up and putting them away. She could see the light from Kel's eyes and from his cig on the balcony. Occasionally, she looked up to glare at him but every time she did he was not looking her way. Light damn him! She slammed a fist into the table, snarling.
Dorri'tow turned to glare at her lover as he walked inside. A cloud of blood thistle smoke followed him. Keltyr took another long gulp from the bottle of whiskey in his hands, seemingly oblivious to her angry stare. She went to grab the bottle of his hand. Keltyr grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, setting her off balance. As she spun around, Dorri caught a glimpse of him downing the rest of the bottle. With a grunt, he tossed the bottle into the hearth. The glass shattered against the wood and the fire flared up briefly.
"Tell me why..." Dorri started, glaring into his eyes.
"I told you why. I am not explaining it to you again."
"He is hurting her." Dorri snarled, balling up her fists.
"Less than a year ago, you were bragging about how she could take care of herself." Keltyr reminded her, leaning towards her with his arms now crossed over his chest.
"She can"
"Then LET HER!" Keltyr's frustrated voice boomed in her ears.
The yelling was all the spark she needed, Dorri'tow threw a low punch catching Keltyr hard in the ribs. She would have followed it with a second punch, but Keltyr pushed her away. The few steps she stumbled backward was enough to allow him to recover. When she charged forward, Keltyr did not defend himself, as he usually did. Instead, he attacked. She was not prepared for the closed fist that slammed into her chest or the leg that swept her feet.
She pulled herself up on a chair just in time. Keltyr swung another punch, which she dodged. With a howl, she charged at him. When he tried to throw her off balance, she dragged him with her, allowing her body weight to take them both to the ground. Still, she landed flat on the stone floor, with Keltyr over her. With a snarl of his own, Keltyr drove his knee into her side. While she gasped for breath, Keltyr slammed her shoulders back on the floor. "Say you pound Keilos? What's the point?"
"He'll stop bossing her around." She tried to yell back, but she had trouble finding the force of breath to get the volume she wanted. Before he could open his mouth to argue with her again, she wedged a knee between them and pushed him away. "She's my friend! She deserves better than that!"
"No," Keltyr corrected her angrily. He watched warily as she got to her feet. "She deserves to be treated like more than a pet."
"I am not treating her like a pet!" She yelled back, incensed by the look of scorn on Keltyr's face.
"You are acting just like your sister! Deciding what is best for Ysani, instead of letting her make her own decisions." Anything else Kel had to say was lost. The entire scope of Dorri's vision turned red. The enraged paladin lost track her blows or strategy. She threw punches, kicks and bites with ferocity. The object of her rage managed to get away from her, but she tracked him with her eyes. Her chest ached from the blows he had gotten in and her hands ached from the punches she had thrown.
"I'm not Then! I'm not!" She shouted, trying to find a way to get an advantage over him.
"You're acting just like her!" Keltyr shouted back, putting more distance between them. Blood ran from deep scratches along his chest.
"You're not doing anything!" She shouted back at him, still furious. "Just letting it happen," Dorri took a few steps closer to Keltyr. "Letting Keilos bully her, letting Dir hit on her." She was only a few steps away. "Sit by and do nothing. Just like your father."
Keltyr's normally pale skin was suddenly flushed with rage. She managed to dodge the fist that flew at her face, but could not keep him from slamming her against the wall. His body pinned her to the wall and his forearm pressed against her throat. He glared at her as she struggled to breathe and she glared back definitely, while clawing at his arm to relieve the pressure against her throat. Abruptly, he pulled away.
With one final glare, Keltyr stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Dorri howled in rage and threw a chair at the door, watching it shatter. It took over an hour for her to destroy the table and she ruined two swords and an axe doing it, once she could no longer bear the pain that shot through her fists.
She wanted him to come back. Wanted to make him do what she wanted him to do. Compulsively, she cleaned up the shattered bits of the table and chairs. As she did so, she glared at his armor. How dare he say that she was like Then! She was not trying to control Ysani's life. She just wanted Ysani to be safe and cared for. And what was he doing? Nothing. Damn him! Nothing at all, just sitting there smirking as Dir worked his charms on her. She nearly worked herself back up into a frenzy, but making fists made waves of pain that flew up her arms. She grabbed a bottle from over the mantle and started drinking. She did not stop until morning.