Kaewynn took a deep breath and relished the relative quiet. There was too much movement, too much noise, too much heat, and too many scents in a crowd. It threatened to become too much to process. Out here in the cold air of the balcony, there was only a few servants, who kept a discreet distance, and Frederick returning with two steaming drinks. He placed one in her hand.
“It’s like mulled cider. Only they used some sort of fruit from Pandaria,” he said. “Genevieve started talking to me while I was waiting and the name of it flew right out of my head.”
“That’s all right. Thank you.” It was warm and spicy. She saw reds and orange and heard the sound of a flute playing a low note. The warmth spread through her body.
“I should probably see that Lord Mallorey doesn’t need anything.” She felt more than heard the resigned sigh beside her. “What is it, Frederick?”
“It’s nothing, Kaewynn.”
Gypsie’s Dawn had made a valiant attempt to try and evade the orc warships closing with her, but her maneuvering options had been limited since she needed to reach the fleet and the horde warships had firmly entrenched themselves between her and alliance reinforcements. Nira’s efforts to increase the Gypsy’s speed were fruitful but being laden with cargo it didn’t give them enough momentum to outrun their aggressors. The three orc destroyers continued to close in a wide v formation close enough that you could see brown and green orcs running around the top decks making ready for a fight.
“Captain, bearing 2-5-0 degrees, blue sails,” Kala reported looking through her spyglass. It seemed the horde had spotted the sails as well, the right most destroyer was in the process of breaking formation, leaving two ships coming up on the Gypsie’s Aft quarter “Looks like the horde saw her as well.”
It's time for the time honored tradition of making certain meddlers do stupid stuff to get a shiny new title and tons of new responsibilities, so that Nich and I don't have to work so much.
“Hullo, Miz F’Sharri,” the Argent flight handler smiled, taking the reins of Aerie’s grand gryphon. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”
Aerie stretched, working out the kinks from the long flight. “It’s that time of year again,” she said. The sun was shining, but there was a chill in the air and clouds piled on the horizon, bringing with them the scent of an incoming autumn rain.
((I'd been wanting to do another Naval based bit for awhile since the Siege started.))
The boat rocked as it crested waves as if the destroyer was trying to leap out of the water only to slam back against the ocean once gravity asserted its claim on the vessel. The ocean itself was relatively calm as the sun beared down on the crew of the vessel, men and women, humans, dwarves and the odd draenei that was constantly trying to remain on her hooves.
This was the one thing Nira didn’t like about boats so far was the constant motion that made her have to keep shifting about to stay standing. She’d already fallen a few times this trip which had gotten a laugh from several of the crew about the landlubber completely lacking sea legs. Which earned a blush from the draenei as she redoubled her efforts to stay standing.