Alnarra stumbled gently through the roads of Stormwind, clutching at her large mug of mead happily, She hiccupped a bit before taking another sip and brushing the foam away from her mouth, this particular stout had all the things she loved about the dwarves and their alcohol.
She had never drunk anything like it during her years with Veraldan, but after his death Dathans had suggested she try the stuff, and he did always have the best ideas, that silly Dathans. She slammed back the mug before tripping over a few of the cobblestones in the road. They were always REALLY tough to avoid, but she was impressed with her agile reflexes.
The misery and the crying of the last few days seemed to all be a distant memory. She had spent so long talking with Valdriirn about his new collection of bees, he had seemed so proud of the little creatures. She had planned to stay another night, but Val had somewhere to be and Alnarra didn’t want to be a bother.
"Silly Valdrirrn," she hiccuped looking at the small mead mug as if it might listen. She leaned in close to the mug so that she could tell it her secrets, "Did you know… when we were growing up, Val and Veral used to try to watch me bathe?" a giggle escaped her lips before a full blown laugh ran it’s course, "But it’s ok…." she poked the mug, "I threw rocks at them…. Veral had so many whelts"
Her body swayed back and forth, there was so much to do in Darnassus. She didn’t remember when she got the first mug, but that wasn’t important, that last mug had been a liar and filled with moonberry juice.
She pulled out her map, turning it upside down a few times for good measure before turning to the mug, “Where should we go?” she asked it sloshing it around a bit for good measure. The mug was rather quiet on the matter… being a mug and all.
She looked over the map intently, disappointed in the mug’s lack of ideas. She bit her lip as she began to look the area over, “Hmm…. that looks like… a nightsaber!” she circled a section of the map with her finger, giggling at her discovery.
She took on her Storm Crow form, being careful to wrap her talons around the lip of the mug, wouldn’t want to have any of that expensive juice dropping on the ground. As she took flight, the mixture of human buildings proved to quite a bit more difficult to navigate. She bumped into a few, slammed into others, but nothing could impede her from going to that spot on the map that looked like a Nightsaber.
As she glided on the winds, she finally found herself in the forest again, she passed trees for what seemed like eons before settling on a spot somewhere near the grove, she looked down to her drink as she began her rather…. interesting land approach, “Did you see Hafu rocking that cradle when I got home? I bet you didn’t!” she did a small spin though for a drunk bird the grace was impressive.
"What was he doing rocking a cradle? I told him what the doctors told me…. no baby!" with that she came crashing down in a small clearing.She clamored to her feet shedding her avian form and looking at her mug, "Why no baby?" she hiccuped.
She trotted along the road way, swaying back and forth a few times for good measure, “Val says its because it was a half-breed,” she chuckled to herself, “What does Val know?” she looked to the mug with an inquisitive eye, “I bet he’s never even be—” she stumbled a bit, “Been married!”
Alnarra moved her head about a few times for good measure, it helped make the road straighter. She was quick to point at her ring, “I got married!” a hiccup more then quick to follow, “He was so cute… he said he came to make me better,” her eyes drifting across the road, “Did you know he’s covered in fur?”
She slumped over, finding herself in some kind of town, looking up the stars seemed to be obscured by the treeline, “The doctors say I can eat fish again!” the world quickly becoming to dizzy a place to concentrate, “Why was he rocking a cradle?”
The mug seemed to be rather quiet tonight, so she shrugged before picking herself up and aiming for the nearest structure, “I bet you there is more of you in there!” she says pointing to the building. As she staggered in she managed to find a railing, holding on to it tightly, before beginning to hum to herself.
"Why was he rocking the cradle," she asked the mug again, before laughing to herself, clearly something funny had crossed her mind, "Maybe Val should mix his bee honey with you…" she mused, then an Elven woman approached her, she could tell because of the long ears and the distinct lack of fur.
Alnarra recognized this woman though, she’d seen her a few times, she was younger than Alnarra. Alnarra could be this girl’s mother…. no wait Alnarra already was a mother. Where was Alannah? Oh yes she was probably seeing that Terethor boy. He was such a strange one.
She looked around the structure, seeing no mugs or taps anywhere a deep disappointment overtaking her as she turned to the mug, “You…. lied” she hiccupped.
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