Alnarra sat quietly in the Stormwarder house hold, a large pot of boiling stew sat on the stove as she went to stir it occasionally with her left hand, keeping a close eye on all the ingredients. On top of her had sat a fluffy Chef’s hat, something the druidess had bought many years ago on a whim while traveling to Dalaran. In her right sat a book on the best ways to properly care for broken ribs, a medical diagram showing intricate weavings and bandages which the druidess seemed to glance at occasionally, her eye and concentration ever mindful of the stew.
Delegoth and Araane had both said they would return in time and it left Alnarra with a fair amount of free time to clean up around the house. It had only been a few days since she had started calling the residence home, still getting accustomed to all the things in the house, she had been trying to find a small chest to store her things in. What hadn’t been lost in the trip between Booty Bay and Surwhich had almost been entirely destroyed by the house fire. Even the wedding dress that Alnarra had prized so dearly was claimed by the low and destructive hum of the flames.
The last few days had seemed like a blur, the last thing the druidess remembered was sitting in the tavern with her friends, discussing matters of dresses and the night’s event. Araane had told her that she had caught some form of fever, though Alnarra found it very hard to believe. She looked around the small house, investigating the various collection of items that seem to have accumulated, amused by all the intricate troll artifacts and the seemingly endless collection of poorly written romance novels. With a slight grin she put the spoon down, going to rest her book on one of the nearby shelves and pulling one of the novels out. Flipping through the pages only caused the druidess to raise an eyebrow with an amused snort making her way to sit down on the bed keeping to herself.
She could not explain why, nor how, but for reasons beyond Alnarra’s understanding she felt more at peace with herself then she had been in a very long time. Even in light of the terrible circumstances not only of the previous year, but even the last few days, culminating with the burning down of the one place that Alnarra had come to call home.
Crawling under the covers of the bed she hummed thoughtfully to herself, flipping slowly through the pages. It had been some time since she had read something simply to enjoy it, rather than needing to study or catch up on work. She had even gone to Darnassus today to go and pick up her paperwork to complete her studies at the university. The druidess could not admit it to anyone but herself, but she was thrilled to finally have claimed the title that she desired for so long, to join the ranks of hundreds of other doctors in the world in which they all moved and played.
Glancing away from the book, she gave a happy nod at seeing the steam finally starting to rise from the large pot, littered with vegetables and meats she had picked up in Darnassus. She had been sure to pick up some other ingredients, not quite sure of Delegoth’s taste in food still. He had not been a big fan of her last several meals, and she was hoping perhaps she could fine tune her cooking to at the very least cheer him up.
She saw him only briefly that day, but he looked like he had been through quite a lot. Beyond all that Alnarra could tell from her brief conversation with Araane that the other druidess had been stressed by whatever it was that Alnarra had gone through. It worried her some, and she was hoping that perhaps she would have the chance to make it up to her.
A small sprite darter climbed cheerily from her satchel, giving a happy chirp as it began to nose about the house, playfully beginning to nose around in the various supplies it could find. “Kykona, stop that,” the druidess mumbled from beneath the sheets, her eyes still firmly affixed to the words of the trashy novel, yawning softly. The small sprite darter could only turn to her with hurt eyes, holding up one of the Stormwarders many possessions in its hands, attempting to juggle them as if attempting to impress the druidess.
Alnarra simply snatched the item away from the small creature, with a motherly instinct crawling from bed to place it back wherever the little trouble maker might have found it, her eyes still scanning the pages of the book with a small but noticeable grin. “We don’t play with other people’s things Kykona, this is not our home,” she looked up from the book, slamming it shut as she returned it to its place on the shelf, looking around with a small smile. “We are guest here in someone else’s home, in someone else’s bed, with someone else’s things. We do not throw them in the air to amuse ourselves hmm?” she scolded the small creature.
It chirped defensively but sullen it went about finding something else to do with its time, fluttering outside to continue about its day doing ‘Sprite Darter thing’s’ as Veraldan might have called them. “I’ve still got to get used to waking up next to a naked Draenei man in the morning,” Alnarra muttered to herself going to check on the stew again, “Need to start planning when the best time to wake up, brush my teeth, and make breakfast is without everything being so terribly awkward.” She shrugged a bit going to taste the stew, “Well at least he doesn’t snore, and she gets in after I’ve already passed out most nights it would seem”. The druidess chuckled softly to herself, shaking her head, “What a strange place”
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