Post by Arianiris on Sept 18, 2009 20:15:22 GMT -5
Ari stumbled blindly to her apartment on the upper side of the Mystic Ward. Holding her head in her hands, she ascended the stairs being careful not to bump into the low lintel of her door. “Bloody short dwarfs”, she mumbled when she was safely on the other side. Stopping briefly, she tipped the contents of a pitcher into the empty basin next to her door. Splashing her head with the tepid water, she combed her hair away from her face and sighed as the heat from the forge dissipated from her skin. “Why do they drink so much?”
Looking in the mirror, she winced at her blurry expression blinking back at her. Taking a deep sigh she trudged over to her bed and sat down on the edge. Unbuckling her light armor and dropping it carelessly on the side, she swung her legs up onto the bed and winced again as her hooves gouged yet another notch in the wooden bedpost. Looking at the somewhat decimated footboard, she layed back down on her pillow with a forced whoosh of breath on impact. “Bloody short dwarves and their bloody short beds”, she softly exclaimed while flinging her arm over her eyes.
Ari was never in a good mood when she drank as much as she did, but the inhabitants of Ironforge made drinking as easy as drinking water after a long parching day in Tanaris. Scrubbing her eyes with her arm, she closed them and tried to make the room stop spinning. Concentrating on a certain face, she relaxed her body slowly as her breathing became more even.
“Garen.” She whispered as her swirling mind began to settle down into her stomach instead. Groaning she blindly grabed for a horn next to her bed and drained the water filled contents with her eyes still closed. Waiting again for her stomach to settle, her mind drifted to the last time she saw her beloved knight. Conjuring up an image of him dressed in a black suit, his eyes glowing softly in tandem with the blue glow of Darnassus. Adjusting her position again on the short bed, she let her mind drift further into her memory, carefully side stepping any of the ones that haunted her dreams, the ones that left her shaking in her sleep and waking in a cold sweat. Calming down into a smile, she continued to remember that night not so long ago.
The last thing she remembered before oblivion finally claimed her battered senses was a deep resonating voice whispering, “My lovely Ari, with your lovely hooves.”
Looking in the mirror, she winced at her blurry expression blinking back at her. Taking a deep sigh she trudged over to her bed and sat down on the edge. Unbuckling her light armor and dropping it carelessly on the side, she swung her legs up onto the bed and winced again as her hooves gouged yet another notch in the wooden bedpost. Looking at the somewhat decimated footboard, she layed back down on her pillow with a forced whoosh of breath on impact. “Bloody short dwarves and their bloody short beds”, she softly exclaimed while flinging her arm over her eyes.
Ari was never in a good mood when she drank as much as she did, but the inhabitants of Ironforge made drinking as easy as drinking water after a long parching day in Tanaris. Scrubbing her eyes with her arm, she closed them and tried to make the room stop spinning. Concentrating on a certain face, she relaxed her body slowly as her breathing became more even.
“Garen.” She whispered as her swirling mind began to settle down into her stomach instead. Groaning she blindly grabed for a horn next to her bed and drained the water filled contents with her eyes still closed. Waiting again for her stomach to settle, her mind drifted to the last time she saw her beloved knight. Conjuring up an image of him dressed in a black suit, his eyes glowing softly in tandem with the blue glow of Darnassus. Adjusting her position again on the short bed, she let her mind drift further into her memory, carefully side stepping any of the ones that haunted her dreams, the ones that left her shaking in her sleep and waking in a cold sweat. Calming down into a smile, she continued to remember that night not so long ago.
The last thing she remembered before oblivion finally claimed her battered senses was a deep resonating voice whispering, “My lovely Ari, with your lovely hooves.”