07-10-2018, 12:00 AM
That was… fun. I suppose.
Despite herself, Velameestra felt the thought flicker through her mind as she stood a small distance away from the laughing, cheerful group that had reconvened after the “battle” that had broken out within the training yard. Her second-hand, elven bow was once again replaced over her shoulder.
She was vaguely aware of the faint traces of amusement in the back of her mind courtesy of her mental passenger, but any commentary from Kel’Thuzad did not arise as introductions were made and formalities were exchanged among the assembled mix of veterans and companions. However, the elf’s eyes were subconsciously drawn to the side, and momentarily met Uther’s gaze as he glanced in her direction. His mouth parted in a wide grin, and the the tips of the mage’s ears suddenly became distinctively warm as she quickly tore her own eyes away.
What’s he grinning for?
“How about we all get breakfast? I imagine everyone’s starved.”
The suggestion carried out from the chattering group, and Velameestra froze, her thoughts fizzling. Her expression shifted from its normal, vaguely bored, neutral coolness to one of slight agitation as she glanced in Uther’s direction again for half a second before attempting to catch the eye of her twin brother.
Amazingly, she found Gilveradin also looking to intercept her glance, and the woman couldn’t help but blink in surprise as he offered a wink, a grin, and a slight jerk of his head before he burst forward in an explosion of motion and chatter and swiftly caught several members of the group around the shoulders.
....Is he actually?
The elf blinked again, her mouth slightly agape. Ashwynn and Vittoria both happened to look back in her direction, but neither drew any attention to her as she shook the surprise off, gave a tiny nod, and set off with long, practiced strides.
In the opposite direction.
It was only when she was out of sight, in the safety of the corridor that lead back into the castle, that she released a small sigh of relief.
The commotion and cramped quarters of a packed breakfast hall had been the last thing she wanted to be a part of. Especially in the presence of Muradin and the raucous tidal wave of activity he (and most dwarves) had a tendency to cause.
She blew a stray strand of her blonde hair out of her face. Her bangs promptly fell back in their messy array across her eye, and she shook her head firmly before she started walking further down the corridor in the direction of the wing where her bedroom was located.
What was he grinning for?
In the silence of the stone halls, the thought resurfaced. In the edges of her mind, Velameestra found the look similar to the one that Uther had given her in the forested, alpine regions where she had, against her better judgement, humored him enough to indulge in a game of tag in the woods.
“Training” he had called it.
The elf scoffed, shaking her head in firm denial.
“I don’t have time for this,” she muttered as she continued to cover the distance to her room and allowed her thoughts to drift to other items on the endless checklist of tasks that occupied her mind.
Despite herself, Velameestra felt the thought flicker through her mind as she stood a small distance away from the laughing, cheerful group that had reconvened after the “battle” that had broken out within the training yard. Her second-hand, elven bow was once again replaced over her shoulder.
She was vaguely aware of the faint traces of amusement in the back of her mind courtesy of her mental passenger, but any commentary from Kel’Thuzad did not arise as introductions were made and formalities were exchanged among the assembled mix of veterans and companions. However, the elf’s eyes were subconsciously drawn to the side, and momentarily met Uther’s gaze as he glanced in her direction. His mouth parted in a wide grin, and the the tips of the mage’s ears suddenly became distinctively warm as she quickly tore her own eyes away.
What’s he grinning for?
“How about we all get breakfast? I imagine everyone’s starved.”
The suggestion carried out from the chattering group, and Velameestra froze, her thoughts fizzling. Her expression shifted from its normal, vaguely bored, neutral coolness to one of slight agitation as she glanced in Uther’s direction again for half a second before attempting to catch the eye of her twin brother.
Amazingly, she found Gilveradin also looking to intercept her glance, and the woman couldn’t help but blink in surprise as he offered a wink, a grin, and a slight jerk of his head before he burst forward in an explosion of motion and chatter and swiftly caught several members of the group around the shoulders.
....Is he actually?
The elf blinked again, her mouth slightly agape. Ashwynn and Vittoria both happened to look back in her direction, but neither drew any attention to her as she shook the surprise off, gave a tiny nod, and set off with long, practiced strides.
In the opposite direction.
It was only when she was out of sight, in the safety of the corridor that lead back into the castle, that she released a small sigh of relief.
The commotion and cramped quarters of a packed breakfast hall had been the last thing she wanted to be a part of. Especially in the presence of Muradin and the raucous tidal wave of activity he (and most dwarves) had a tendency to cause.
She blew a stray strand of her blonde hair out of her face. Her bangs promptly fell back in their messy array across her eye, and she shook her head firmly before she started walking further down the corridor in the direction of the wing where her bedroom was located.
What was he grinning for?
In the silence of the stone halls, the thought resurfaced. In the edges of her mind, Velameestra found the look similar to the one that Uther had given her in the forested, alpine regions where she had, against her better judgement, humored him enough to indulge in a game of tag in the woods.
“Training” he had called it.
The elf scoffed, shaking her head in firm denial.
“I don’t have time for this,” she muttered as she continued to cover the distance to her room and allowed her thoughts to drift to other items on the endless checklist of tasks that occupied her mind.