Post by itanyablade on Oct 17, 2008 13:20:26 GMT -5
She tried not slouch and look suspicious as she walked through the gates of Stormwind. She kept repeating in her head that the witch doctor’s spell had worked. Kept repeating it until she looked up in the trade quarter and realized she had no idea where she was. She looked around with her hands hidden beneath her cloak, clenching and unclenching in rhythmic distress.
“Can I help you, miss?” The human voice so close to her caused her to squeak in fear. The man, dressed up in the colors of the watch looked amused as she whirled around.
“WUT?” She scowled at him barely fighting the urge to scorch him.
“City is a big place.” He told her, frowning a bit. “I thought you might need directions.”
“Oh.” She scuffed her feet on the pavement. “Sorry, you startled me. I am, I am looking for someplace. The Pig and Whistle.” The frown deepended.
“I would stay away from that place, miss. Disreputable sort of place, run by untrustworthy people.”
“One of them did me a favor once.”
“People like that only do favors when they want something. You be careful. If you get into any trouble, look for the watch. We’ll protect you.”
She smiled and wondered who protected the Watch. He gave her fairly good directions. She only had to stop once to get pointed in the right direction. It was strange to walk through the city without creeping about at night. She felt naked without her hat and her usual robes and her sword. All those thoughts were very distracting and she could not afford to be distracted.
She was startled out of her wandering thoughts by a woman shouting.
“Jest!” She stopped in the middle of the street and looked up from the cobblestones. She watched a woman run to a man. The bustle of the people cover the sound of their conversation, but she wouldn’t have been listening anyway.
He looked older than she remembered. His hair was white and longer, but she knew him. He looked alive, but then so did she for the moment. She was filled with questions, overwhelmed with them. So many that they almost chased the very reason why she had come to Stormwind in the first place. He didn’t notice her staring and she did not approach. The conversation he had with the woman was short and while he paused briefly, thinking. She watched the line in his brow form for just a short moment.
She reached out and snagged the arm of a child who looked a bit ragged. “You want to earn a quick gold?” She took a feather out from a pouch, fingered the worn fletching for a moment. She pulled a blue ribbon and tied it around the base. “You see that man heading to the Canals?” he bobbed his head eagerly. “Give him this. Tell him Elena wishes him good fortune.” A cold thing for a daughter to say, but they had not grown close while he had been among the horde. The gulf between them had never been breeched. She pressed the coin into the small hand along with the feather. “If he says anything to you and you bring me back the message, I will give you another coin.
“Where you gonna be?” He looked at her suspiciously.
“In the Pig and Whistle waiting for someone.” She let go of his arm, watching him race after the vanished man with a pensive expression before going inside. She settled at a small table, ordered stew and an ale. She pulled a bundle from beneath her cloak and put it on the table. The brown paper wrapping had come askew during her travels, but it looked presentable enough. She put another package, this one shaped like a ball and wrapped in garish blue paper on top.
Nothing left to do but wait. She hated waiting, but better to wait here than go wandering all over Stormwind. Bittertongue or his chicky or her sister or Mr. fancy prissy pants would get here eventually.
“Can I help you, miss?” The human voice so close to her caused her to squeak in fear. The man, dressed up in the colors of the watch looked amused as she whirled around.
“WUT?” She scowled at him barely fighting the urge to scorch him.
“City is a big place.” He told her, frowning a bit. “I thought you might need directions.”
“Oh.” She scuffed her feet on the pavement. “Sorry, you startled me. I am, I am looking for someplace. The Pig and Whistle.” The frown deepended.
“I would stay away from that place, miss. Disreputable sort of place, run by untrustworthy people.”
“One of them did me a favor once.”
“People like that only do favors when they want something. You be careful. If you get into any trouble, look for the watch. We’ll protect you.”
She smiled and wondered who protected the Watch. He gave her fairly good directions. She only had to stop once to get pointed in the right direction. It was strange to walk through the city without creeping about at night. She felt naked without her hat and her usual robes and her sword. All those thoughts were very distracting and she could not afford to be distracted.
She was startled out of her wandering thoughts by a woman shouting.
“Jest!” She stopped in the middle of the street and looked up from the cobblestones. She watched a woman run to a man. The bustle of the people cover the sound of their conversation, but she wouldn’t have been listening anyway.
He looked older than she remembered. His hair was white and longer, but she knew him. He looked alive, but then so did she for the moment. She was filled with questions, overwhelmed with them. So many that they almost chased the very reason why she had come to Stormwind in the first place. He didn’t notice her staring and she did not approach. The conversation he had with the woman was short and while he paused briefly, thinking. She watched the line in his brow form for just a short moment.
She reached out and snagged the arm of a child who looked a bit ragged. “You want to earn a quick gold?” She took a feather out from a pouch, fingered the worn fletching for a moment. She pulled a blue ribbon and tied it around the base. “You see that man heading to the Canals?” he bobbed his head eagerly. “Give him this. Tell him Elena wishes him good fortune.” A cold thing for a daughter to say, but they had not grown close while he had been among the horde. The gulf between them had never been breeched. She pressed the coin into the small hand along with the feather. “If he says anything to you and you bring me back the message, I will give you another coin.
“Where you gonna be?” He looked at her suspiciously.
“In the Pig and Whistle waiting for someone.” She let go of his arm, watching him race after the vanished man with a pensive expression before going inside. She settled at a small table, ordered stew and an ale. She pulled a bundle from beneath her cloak and put it on the table. The brown paper wrapping had come askew during her travels, but it looked presentable enough. She put another package, this one shaped like a ball and wrapped in garish blue paper on top.
Nothing left to do but wait. She hated waiting, but better to wait here than go wandering all over Stormwind. Bittertongue or his chicky or her sister or Mr. fancy prissy pants would get here eventually.