Post by Archivist~Alabaster on Apr 21, 2006 10:06:21 GMT -5
Love and Desire
~me~
Rubbing the back of her head, Celah squinted her eyes. "They never told us about these things in the temple, you know. I'm just so confused. I mean. I like him. But I just don't know what I want. And I have so much to see yet. So much to do. And what is with that woman's bosom?!" Blinking, Celah could not help but wonder at this sly looking woman with clothing worn in such a way to cause all the gents to fall over themselves.
Oria snickered and shook her head. Holding out a small wooden bowl filled with dried fruits and nuts, she snacked with the priestess on the steps of Stormwind's bank.
"I have no idea. But it seems a common thing. Think she is seeking a mate? I've heard the humans just seek anyone! No life matings. Just random flirtations leading to meetings in taverns that never last a fortnight! Can you believe it?"
Celah nodded wide-eyed. "I had a knight of the crown once buy me a drink in Goldshire. At first I thought, how kind! I am thirsty! But then he mentioned my tag on my clothing said something about being made in heaven? I don't get it. I didn't weave a tag into this robe!" She twisted around, fingers pulling at the color of the vestments as Oria laughed harder.
Pitching some of the nuts to fluttering birds, they continued to listen to the lure of folk around them. Oria sighed and prodded Celah to watch the gent walking up to them. Affable, well-groomed, smile on his lips, Jaab approached with a dawning brightness in his eyes. How he hoped to find his Celah.
"Celah! Oh so very good to see you!"
The priestess smiled nodding. "Jaab! I'm good! And how are you this evening?"
Settling near the ladies, he nodded a hello to Oria. The two winked sharing a bit of knowledge that he was truly smitten with the priestess. "As well as rain as I've heard my uncle say. I think he needs to stop with the tree-fever. And good evenin', Oria."
"Greetings, Jaab. Tree-fever? Oh yes, now I remember." She laughed trying to imagine a gnome ravaging an elf as he had told her...it seemed a physical impossibility.
The trio spoke long into the evening until finally Celah's eyes drooped, sleep calling. Wandering to the inn, she left the two to their speaking.
Jaab sighed from his shoes, eyes warmed and awed. "Do you think she knows? How I feel?"
Tilting her head, Oria watched the warrior, his heart worn openly for all to see. "I believe she senses your care, Jaab. But with the elven, love sometimes is a slow building thing. It's nothing of dwarves and their wenching. Nothing like Goldshire."
They laughed recalling that conversation, the gnome teaching Oria what it meant of the slogan what happens in Goldshire, stays in goldshire...for the right price.
"Ah well. You see, I'm not very good with girls. And all I know my uncle taught me."
"The tree-fevered one?" Seeing his nod, she waved her hands frantically. "Well hold on! I wouldn't take his word for how to woo women, especially elves. Though Tolliver may be able to aid." His eyes seemed to plead for help. Smiling, she ruffled Jaab's hair. "Alright, some advice. Be yourself. Don't press her too quickly for anything. And if she likes something you've done that's sweet, don't overwhelm her with it."
"Hmm...that seems fair advice. Oh! I know!" His eyes brightened as the gaslit lanterns, fingers snapping loudly. "When my other uncle, Shintorg, sent me to find her out in Mulgore, I found her picking flowers. She just loved that. Well, I settled to talk with her, braiding her hair and weaving the peacebloom into it."
They smiled and chatted long into the night. And soon he noticed she smiled in that way women seemed to when thinking of someone dear. "So is there someone special in your life, Oria?"
For the first time, he caught a dusky blush in her cheek, softening the rough old huntress. "That there is... Most assuredly..."
~me~
Rubbing the back of her head, Celah squinted her eyes. "They never told us about these things in the temple, you know. I'm just so confused. I mean. I like him. But I just don't know what I want. And I have so much to see yet. So much to do. And what is with that woman's bosom?!" Blinking, Celah could not help but wonder at this sly looking woman with clothing worn in such a way to cause all the gents to fall over themselves.
Oria snickered and shook her head. Holding out a small wooden bowl filled with dried fruits and nuts, she snacked with the priestess on the steps of Stormwind's bank.
"I have no idea. But it seems a common thing. Think she is seeking a mate? I've heard the humans just seek anyone! No life matings. Just random flirtations leading to meetings in taverns that never last a fortnight! Can you believe it?"
Celah nodded wide-eyed. "I had a knight of the crown once buy me a drink in Goldshire. At first I thought, how kind! I am thirsty! But then he mentioned my tag on my clothing said something about being made in heaven? I don't get it. I didn't weave a tag into this robe!" She twisted around, fingers pulling at the color of the vestments as Oria laughed harder.
Pitching some of the nuts to fluttering birds, they continued to listen to the lure of folk around them. Oria sighed and prodded Celah to watch the gent walking up to them. Affable, well-groomed, smile on his lips, Jaab approached with a dawning brightness in his eyes. How he hoped to find his Celah.
"Celah! Oh so very good to see you!"
The priestess smiled nodding. "Jaab! I'm good! And how are you this evening?"
Settling near the ladies, he nodded a hello to Oria. The two winked sharing a bit of knowledge that he was truly smitten with the priestess. "As well as rain as I've heard my uncle say. I think he needs to stop with the tree-fever. And good evenin', Oria."
"Greetings, Jaab. Tree-fever? Oh yes, now I remember." She laughed trying to imagine a gnome ravaging an elf as he had told her...it seemed a physical impossibility.
The trio spoke long into the evening until finally Celah's eyes drooped, sleep calling. Wandering to the inn, she left the two to their speaking.
Jaab sighed from his shoes, eyes warmed and awed. "Do you think she knows? How I feel?"
Tilting her head, Oria watched the warrior, his heart worn openly for all to see. "I believe she senses your care, Jaab. But with the elven, love sometimes is a slow building thing. It's nothing of dwarves and their wenching. Nothing like Goldshire."
They laughed recalling that conversation, the gnome teaching Oria what it meant of the slogan what happens in Goldshire, stays in goldshire...for the right price.
"Ah well. You see, I'm not very good with girls. And all I know my uncle taught me."
"The tree-fevered one?" Seeing his nod, she waved her hands frantically. "Well hold on! I wouldn't take his word for how to woo women, especially elves. Though Tolliver may be able to aid." His eyes seemed to plead for help. Smiling, she ruffled Jaab's hair. "Alright, some advice. Be yourself. Don't press her too quickly for anything. And if she likes something you've done that's sweet, don't overwhelm her with it."
"Hmm...that seems fair advice. Oh! I know!" His eyes brightened as the gaslit lanterns, fingers snapping loudly. "When my other uncle, Shintorg, sent me to find her out in Mulgore, I found her picking flowers. She just loved that. Well, I settled to talk with her, braiding her hair and weaving the peacebloom into it."
They smiled and chatted long into the night. And soon he noticed she smiled in that way women seemed to when thinking of someone dear. "So is there someone special in your life, Oria?"
For the first time, he caught a dusky blush in her cheek, softening the rough old huntress. "That there is... Most assuredly..."