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Post by SugarRequired on Feb 7, 2014 10:49:13 GMT -6
Dalaran was bustling with activity with all the people that had been in such a rush to get here, now many of them were desperate to make ends meet. The streets were loud, garbage filled and smelt faintly of poop. With all the pets and mounts that were running through the streets it was amazing the place wasn't up to the neck in fetuses. Tej’lie wrinkled her nose at the thought of such things touching her, her stomach turned in distaste, she had never seen any piles out for long. The troll stepped out into the street finding a couple of peons walking behind a cart each with a shovel in hand. Despite their unsavory job the kaldorei and orc were cheerful. That always amazed her, when fractions that had been taught to hate were able to set their differences aside and work together.
She had convinced herself long ago she didn’t have such a warm heart. Though, she didn't have an overwhelming hate for the Alliance. She just carried no love for them either, she kept herself indifferent. At times it was a full time job, especially with her shop she was forced her to deal with every one of all shapes, colors and fractions. She frowned, correcting herself, she used to deal when the franchise was booming. Now, she rarely made enough to pay for food.
The reason why she had left her home and was currently in Dalaran, Tej’lie finished her delivery of goods to the local tailor and given the promised payment. She dropped the coins in her pouch on her way out. Glad they were too busy to bend her ears with all the endless stories they seem to have. She wandered to a few shops and nearly getting run over by a warlock's fiery steed and a huge kodo, she pegged it time to leave. She opened a side pocket on her travel bag and freed a smaller stone from it. She performed a ritual and she simply vanished.
Shattrah was more appeasing to her senses, the city that had offered hope after the planet had been torn apart during the war with the Burning Legion. She had fallen in love with the circular city the moment she rode into it, there was such a presence here she didn't fully understand. It was warm and welcoming, like a mother's embrace, she couldn’t find a reason to leave. Always coming back filled with the same feelings all those years ago when she first stepped foot into place. No other place in all her travels had given her such a sense of belonging. This had spurred her to begin selling her uniquely designed traveling bags at the auction house. This proved to be a very profitable business, enough for her to pay for a small property in the Lower City near the bank.
In the two story building she used the lower half as her shop and the upper half for her living quarters. People use to come from all over just to browse her little shop and buy her designs. Since, the rush to other regions with stronger and bigger bags flooding the market, her designs were not sought after. Even after she lowered the prices to compensate, she was losing more money than was coming in.
Again she was forced to tend to her duty and killed enemies of the Horde and running errands for others too busy to tend to it themselves. To her it was worth all the fuss, this was her place and owned it outright. It was only a matter of time before her next venture will add to the sweetness she had to offer. Enchantments. They were not cheap for anyone and once she was practiced fully in the arts she would have that to offer as well as the garments she crafted.
The troll unlocked the door with a skeleton key and whispered a chant before she shoved it open. The familiar smell of fabric drafted over her, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She felt her body instantly relax, she leaned against the door to release the breath. "Home," she whispered and with a flick of her wrist several candles were lit warming the shop with their glow. Another caused the wood in the hearth to burst into a crackling fire bringing warmth to the chill in the shop.
She was flanked by racks of robes and other clothing, in the windows were a display of traveling bags and other specialized pouches with all sorts of flamboyant patterns. A cushioned chair sat near the hearth, which she hadn’t put in until the counter had been shortened. The chair had been visually displeasing if it hadn't been so amazingly comfortable she would not have taken it. She refurbished a cloak to correct the visual problem. Behind what was left of the counter sat her workbench, patterns, threads, needles and shears stuffed here and there. Bolts of fabric poked from the shelves under the workspace. Against the back wall, a large foot-treadle floor loom was perched. Her pride and joy.
Tej'lie sat her traveling pack on the counter and touched the sturdy frame with affection. She had the loom specially designed for her long legs. Before she was balled up on the floor to weave her fabric. This one she was able to sit comfortably for hours. With another exhale she turned away from the structure and took inventory of the space. The log rack was empty, the delivery of wood brought the day before still needed to be split and stacked. The kettle hissed as it heated with no water, she picked up the iron hook and pulled the swinging arm away from the fire. She didn't need the empty pot burning, she had lost many kettles that way.
Tej'lie put off all the things she should have been doing and sat at the loom, she touched the soft yet strangely durable frostweave. The pattern was simple, deep rich tones that would enhance her own pale blue flesh tone. She wanted to start cutting and sewing soon, she just needed to finish making the bolt first. She toyed with the idea of just heading off to bed and starting fresh in the morning. Putting the need to sleep aside for a little while, at least, she set to weaving.
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Post by SugarRequired on Feb 7, 2014 11:10:31 GMT -6
A tapping on the door stalled her rhythm, she glanced at the panel with a frown. "Closed, come back in da morning," she called and sent the shuttle through the shed once more before the knock came again, this time a little more insistent. Grumbling, she untangled herself from her work and stalked to the door. She warmed up a frost spell, just in case.
She was flabbergasted to see a draenei standing at her threshold, holding the back of his robe in the most peculiar way. The broad shouldered male gave her a slight bow than straightened quickly. His blue cheeks darkened with embarrassment. "Forgive my invasion, mage," his tone of voice was deep, silky smooth. Something she would have no problem listening to for hours on end. "I have found myself in dire need of a tailor."
Tej'lie blinked at the priest confused by his urgency, she pressed her palm against the wall passing the unused energy from the spell ebb into the barriers heading straight to the protection seals scribed on the walls and ceiling of her house. The runes brightened for a few moments before they faded back into the colors the surroundings. "Change and come back in da mornin," she responded and swung the door close.
A large hoof stopped the door, she glanced at the polished hoof. Her eyes went up his person to his face. "I have no other clothing," he stated shamefully. "Please, I will be forever in your dept. I am to meet Velen himself tomorrow," his luminescent blue eyes glowed a bit brighter at the mention of the great prophet's name. "I had to travel quickly and very light."
The troll didn’t feel like mending robes this late. Most priests had a few robes on hand, they were the first to be vomited or bled on. She noted he didn't even carry a travel pack, instead a stringed instrument was there around his waist was the typical belt of pouches that most adventuring and travelers wore. She wrestled with her mistrust, exhaustion and emotions.
"I bent over to aid a child, who had tripped and skinned her knee. My pants and robe both tore," the hue in his cheeks deepened as he cleared his throat. "Thus exposing my backside."
Tej'lie's jaw dropped for a moment, she stepped away from the door and allowed the priest into the shop. She couldn't have the priestly butt exposed when he was to meet such an important person in his culture. Pointed to the curtain with the detailed picture of a golden bloom embroidered on it. Behind it was a tiny space for trying on clothing.
"May the Light bless you," he said most humbly yet cheerfully as he shut the door behind him. He freed the lute from his back and leaned it against the counter as she worked on the screen.
She lit a few candles that were staged on a dark chair rail, she stepped out of the confining space. "Undress, I get ya somet’ing ta wear." The draenei wiggled into the small room half not bothering to shut the curtain. She turned away when he started pulling free his belt. She busied herself by rummaging through a few large chests she had stuffed under the counter. Nothing she found would fit his larger frame, she drummed her fingers on the top of the last trunk. Her eyes were drawn to the row of drawers built into the wall flanking the door. She moved to them and started digging in them. She freed a black and silver robe she had been hunting for, she turned and shoved the drawer shut with her heel. Her eyes land on the well-toned back, she swallowed as she watched the priest's muscles ripple under the taunt flesh. Tan hair hung to the middle of his back held in place by a gold clip. She licked her lips, a small voice in her mind screamed to stop staring. Yet, she couldn't physically remove her gaze from the male. Tej'lie's heart was racing by the time she finally was able to listen, she even stepped to the side to allow the panel to block her view. She would sneak a peek again if given the chance. She put the garment on the top of the divider and took his white and blue robe to her workbench.
The seams were made by a hurried hand and set up to fail, she found several spots where the stitching were coming undone. If she were a terrible person, she would only repair the hole and leave him for future wardrobe malfunctions. Alas, she was an honest worker and took pride in what she did, she wasn't going to give a priest an inadequate repair. Doing it right would more than likely take most of the night. She had an inkling that giving him a new robe and pants would be faster and safer.
"Is it repairable?" He asked, stepping from behind the panel tying the sash around his waist.The hem reached slightly below his knees showing off the odd bend in his legs perfectly.
She was used to seeing it in the furry tauren, his was strangely and very arousing sort of different. She wanted to touch and feel the muscles flexing under her fingertips. The dark fabric contrasted his light toned skin, it almost clashed with the golden bands on the four tendrils -things that graced his strong jaw. At first she was unnerved by those odd appendages, tonight for some reason they added to the exotic appearance. She shook her head to dislodge the random thoughts. "Weh, it take a while is all," she waved a hand toward the fireplace. "Tea can be made, if ya like."
"Thank you," he wandered off to the other side of the shop while Tej'lie started working on his well-worn robes. He lifted the top of the kettle and frowned. "Where is the water?" The troll shut her eyes, her procrastination had kicked her in the butt. She started to rise to fetch it, his large hands gestured for her to stay put. "I'll get it, just tell me where you keep it."
She blinked at him in surprise, she had not meet a male who would do such a thing for himself. "Da barrel is on da side of da house," she pointed to the wall. He gave a nod and carried the kettle outside to fill it. She convinced it was a fluke and gathered the items she needed and settled on her stool for the long repair ahead of her. She glanced up when he entered again, she gave him a small smile as he headed to the fireplace. He balanced the pot on the hook and stirred the fire before adding a piece to the blaze. "Ya seem ta know ya way around da fire."
He made a humming sound that caused goose bumps to run over her entire body. "Sterilizing and heating comes with the territory, so I have had much practice." He glanced at her as he rose from his knee and slipped into the chair. He shifted slightly to give his tail enough room without pinching.
Tej'lie fought for control of her rash hormones as she continued to stitch the garment, fighting mentally for something intelligence to say. "F'sure," she cleared her throat and drew on the fact most people loved to talk about themselves. "So what made ya want ta become a priest?"
"I have a need to help people. After the crash there was such a huge need for healers, I could not see myself doing anything but. There is so much hate and pain that rests upon this whole world, there is a universal need for more love and compassion between all people." He paused, leaning forward to use the poker to shift the wood in the hearth, he hung the poker on the stand before leaning back.
She grunted in agreement, she had witnessed healers give comfort and compassion, she had the unfortunate need for such a person in the tribe many times in her young life. Tej'lie shivered in disgust at the thought and focused once again on her work. There was only one male she felt she could fully trust. The only one that had helped her though those tough times.
"You disagree?"
Tej'lie shook her head and their gazes met for a heart stopping moment. How the priest held himself was much like her cousin, the draenei had that same gentle nature that shown through in Joft. "Nah, I d'inkin' dere should be more like ya 'round in fact," She glanced away afraid she would spoil him with all the naughty thoughts brewing inside her skull. He seemed so pure in spirit and she completely dirty. "I admire ya diligence as does all dose ya help, I wager."
"Glesig," he said with a warm smile on his lips.
Tej’lie’s heart skipped a beat and her stomach flipped flopped at the sight of his grin. It took a bit before her brain caught up with her. "Huh?"
"My name it is Glesig," he clarified.
"Oh," she said shifting on the stool, mentally kicking herself for being so stupid. All good men were taken and she didn’t need that problem in her life. "Tej'lie."
"It is nice to formally meet you."
She gave him a lopsided smile, when he turned to tend to the whistling kettle she put a hand over her face. She rehearsed all the reasons why she should not be thinking like that. It was easy to come up with logical reasons, her heart was harder to convince. She was fearful for that door to be opened again.
Glesig reached up and pulled two mugs from the mantel and added tea leaves before pouring the hot water in them. "What of you? What brought you to choose such a class?"
The troll's mind stilled at the loaded question. It was an accident that brought her down the path of the mage, she was defending herself from that troll and she frosted his feet to the floor. It made for a quick and easy escape, it wasn't a tale she wanted Glesig to know. More than likely the story he had heard much in his work. "Can't control da power of da shaman, got burned plenty times. Da water element called ta me, dough, could freeze wifout training."
He smiled and nodded. "I have heard of such talents as if the elements or magic's choose them instead of the other way around." She nodded at this, for her it was how it had been. He tended to the tea, filtering out the leaves before bringing a mug to her and sat it on the surface of her workbench. He picked up the lute before returning to the chair. Practiced fingers strummed the strings in a peaceful melody.
The mood wasn't strained between the pair, which the mage found almost difficult to swallow. She had always been so tense around any male that tried to near her. "Why dis prophet coming ta Shattrah, I dought he was da draenei city." Not that she had ever met the Vol'jin, she had gained audience with the Thrall only once. She had barely started her work for the Horde when she had entered that circular room, she had never felt so small and insignificant. Thrall had such a kindness and way about his manner of speaking that she was put to ease on some levels. He had spoken kindly and gave her work to accomplish. For many months after that meeting she had fancied herself in love with the orc, she had talked herself out of such foolishness. Not worthy with such a past as she bore.
"He is there," he answered the music not stalling. "I have met him once, but his busy schedule doesn't allow for random meetings of lowly priests like myself." Glesig titled his head up in thought. "He is taking a tour of Shattrah in the morning and giving a speech before being whisked away again."
"Weh, f'sure," she whispered, threading her needle with practiced ease. She didn't think she would go out of her way to see or hear any of the leaders of the Horde. Not after the embarrassment of her youthful fancy. Not that anyone knew about her secret crush. "It be uplifting, f'sure."
"You should come with me," he stated his fingers stilled. Her gaze snapped to his face, her own work frozen in place at the invitation. "To listen to the prophets words. All can benefit from his wisdom."
"Nah," she said, she didn't need more empty promises in her life. She resumed her work. "I stick ta da hard trufs in life."
"Which are?" He started creating that sweet melody again.
"Everyone and everyting take advantage, if a body not careful," she answered, he hit a sour note in the music at the tone of bitterness in her voice.
He rested his palm over the strings, he stared at the floor. He took a breath before speaking. "I'll tell you a secret."
Tej’lie shrugged her shoulders in the attempt to be indifferent. She was highly curious of what sort of secrets one so pure could hold.
"When I woke up after the crash, I hated anyone beyond my own people, I had such a hard time with my faith in the Light. How could something like that happen to the believers? It was only than the priest at the crash site uttered a truth that stunned me. It is still true this day. He said: 'Life is hard, my friend, because it is the greatest teacher. It is only through the heat of adversity that we are forged into the jewel we were meant to be.'" Glesig put his lute aside and moved toward the troll. "We are being prepared for what is to come. The future is not for the faint of heart," his strong hand rested on her arm, her scarlet eyes rose to meet his. "If the heart is faint than there is no hope for the people of this world." He squeezed her forearm in a comforting way, he leaned forward enough that they were eye to eye. "Sometimes life doesn't slow down to give time for meditations to find the lessons that it was intended."
His handsome features showed only concern and a deep caring that made her want so desperately to trust.
"I am strong, Tej'lie, lay your burdens upon me. It is through sharing that such things can be found, let me shoulder your anguish for a bit."
Tej'lie looked away not wishing allow her walls to fall. It hurt to let people in, they always disappointed. Years of worth of walls and distrust had built a cold dark place for her heart. A place she was content to keep it until the end of her days. Her eyes met his once more, the priest had shattered all her fortifications and the fight was lost before it even began. "I can't do dat ta ya, Glesig,” she said in her last attempt to keep all those things buried inside.
"I do it happily, Tej’lie."
Tej'lie shook her head, she couldn’t tell him the darkness inside her. Good didn’t happen to her, not without a lot of hard work and endless fighting. It couldn’t be that easy. There had to be a catch.
“Tell me,” he prompted shifting closer to her ready to give comfort and strength to her struggling soul.
She lowered her head slightly, she took a deep breath everything spilt out of her in a rush that it made her a little dizzy. From the rape, the endless abuse at the hand of her father, her cousin, Joft, aid in running away from her tribe. "Ya must t'ink me bad voodoo."
"No," he whispered his thumb brushed a tear from her cheek. "You are incredible strong to have endured all that by yourself."
"Nah, I t'ink ya da one wif da strength ta get me ta talk 'bout it. Only one odder know."
"No one will hear it from my lips, I swear," he sealed the vow with a kiss on her knuckles.
Tej'lie believed him. Against her better judgment and all she had vowed she would not do, she wrapped her arms around his neck. His strong arms encircled her thin form, she didn't feel him tense or uncomfortable in any way. Her body felt drained like she had been shooting frost bolts for a month nonstop, her soul felt a little lighter. "Tank you," she finally whispered, his hand slipped up and down her back, her eyes closed relishing the simple pleasure of being touched. The couple had formed a bond that moment that could never be severed. They had revealed the deepest part of their souls and was not to be taken lightly. They would shoulder each other’s burden for the rest of their lives. It took all her resolve and inner strength to peel herself from him. "I better get a sewin' if ya ta look presentable in da mornin."
A slight touch to her cheek stilled her once more, she peered in his eyes. "You are always welcomed at my fire, Tej'lie. Always."
It took a long time for her to wrap her head around those words and the unspoken promises held within. Beautiful and easily promised in the confined of a private shop. The rougher part of her heart instantly denied he would live up to that promise. She knew herself and she would welcome him. "Da same for ya, Glesig."
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Post by SugarRequired on Feb 7, 2014 13:06:08 GMT -6
She gave him a lopsided smile, when he turned to tend to the whistling kettle she put a hand over her face. She rehearsed all the reasons why she should not be thinking like that. Glesig reached up and pulled two mugs from the mantel and added tea leaves before pouring the hot water in them. "What of you? What brought you to choose such a class?"
The troll's mind stilled at the loaded question. It was an accident that brought her down the path of the mage, she was defending herself from him and she frosted his feet to the floor. It made for a quick and easy escape, it wasn't a tale she wanted him to know. More than likely the story he had heard much in his work. "Can't control da power of da shaman, got burned plenty times. Da water element called ta me, dough, could freeze wifout training. Momma let me study wif a mage in Orgrimmar." The others were very unhappy that she had had such uncontrolled powers and she was not stopped by the male who had tried to claim her.
He smiled at her knowing there was more she wasn't telling, he didn't pry. "I have heard of such talents as if the elements or magic's choose them instead of the other way around." She nodded at this, for her it was how it had been. He tended to the tea, filtering out the leaves before bringing a mug to her and sat it on the surface of her workbench. He picked up the lute before returning to the chair. Practiced fingers strummed the strings in a peaceful melody.
The mood wasn't strained between the pair, which the mage found almost difficult to swallow. She had always been so tense around any male that tried to near her. "Why dis prophet coming ta Shattrah, I t'ought he was da draenei city." Not that she had ever met the Vol'jin, she had gained audience with the Thrall only once. She had barely started her work for the Horde when she had entered that circular room, she had never felt so small and insignificant. Thrall had such a kindness and way about his manner of speaking that she was put to ease on some levels. He had spoken kindly and gave her work to accomplish. For many months after that meeting she had fancied herself in love with the orc, she had talked herself out of such foolishness. Not worthy with such a past as she bore.
"He is there," he answered the music not stalling. "I have met him once, but his busy schedule doesn't allow for random meetings of lowly priests like myself." Glesig titled his head up in thought. "He is taking a tour of Shattrah in the morning and giving a speech before being whisked away again."
"Weh, f'sure," she whispered, threading her needle with practiced ease. She didn't think she would go out of her way to see or hear any of the leaders of the Horde. Not after the embarrassment of her youthful fancy. Not that anyone knew about her secret crush. "It be uplifting, f'sure."
"You should come with me," he stated his fingers stilled. Her gaze snapped to his face, her own work frozen in place at the invitation. "To listen to the prophets words. All can benefit from his wisdom."
"Nah," she said, she didn't need more empty promises in her life. She cleared her throat and resumed her work. "I stick ta da hard trufs in life."
"Which are?" He started creating that sweet melody again.
"Everyone and everyt'ing will take advantage, if a body not careful," she answered, he hit a sour note in the music at the tone of bitterness in her voice.
He rested his palm over the strings, he stared at the floor mentally struggling. "I'll tell you a secret," she shrugged her shoulders in the attempt to be indifferent. She was highly curious of what sort of secrets one so pure could hold. "When I woke up I hated anyone beyond my own people, I had such a hard time with my faith in the Light. How could something like that happen to the believers? It was only than the priest at the crash site uttered a truth that stunned me. It is still true this day. He said: 'Life is hard, my friend, because it is the greatest teacher. It is only through the heat of adversity that we are forged into the jewel we were meant to be.'" Glesig put his lute aside and moved toward the troll. "We are being prepared for what is to come. The future is not for the faint of heart," his strong hand rested on her arm, her scarlet eyes rose to meet his. "If the heart is faint than there is no hope for the people of this world." He squeezed her forearm for a moment, he dropped to a knee. "Sometimes life doesn't slow down to give time for meditations to find the lessons that it was intended." His handsome features showed only concern and a deep caring that made her want so desperately to trust. "I am strong, Tej'lie, lay your burdens upon me. It is through sharing that such things can be found, let me shoulder your anguish for a bit."
Tej'lie looked away not wishing allow her walls to fall. It hurt to let people in, they always disappointed. Years of worth of walls and distrust had built a cold dark place for her heart. A place she was content to keep it until the end of her days. Her eyes met his once more, the walls around her heart tumbled down with ease. She didn’t want to open her heart, the fight with herself was lost before it even began. This draenei had shattered all her fortification with ease. "I can't do dat ta ya, Glesig,” she said in her last attempt to keep all those things buried inside.
"I do it happily, Tej’lie. Let my horrific experience happened for a reason. We were meant to meet and aid each other."
Tej'lie shook her head, she couldn’t tell him the darkness inside her. Good didn’t happen to her, not without a lot of hard work and endless fighting. It couldn’t be that easy. There had to be a catch.
“Tell me,” he prompted shifting closer to her ready to give comfort and strength to her struggling soul.
She lowered her head slightly, she took a deep breath everything spilt out of her in a rush that it made her a little dizzy. From the rape and the endless abuse at the hand of her father. Her cousin, Joftrakloo's, aid in leaving the tribe. She spoke of the endless battle with the dark secret that had always impeded upon any relationship she had. He didn't move even after she fell silent. "Ya must t'ink me bad voodoo."
"No," he whispered his thumb brushed a tear from her cheek. "You are incredible strong to have endured all that by yourself."
"Nah, I t'ink ya da one wif da strength ta get me ta talk 'bout it. Only two odders know." Her cousin, Joftrakloo, had stepped in her defense a few times against her father and, of course, her mother.
"No one will hear it from my lips, I swear," he sealed the vow with a kiss on her knuckles.
Tej'lie believed him. Against her better judgment and all she had vowed she would not do, she wrapped her arms around his neck. His strong arms encircled her thin form, she didn't feel him tense or uncomfortable in any way. Her body felt drained like she had been shooting frost bolts for a month non stop, her soul felt a little lighter. "Tank you," she finally whispered, his hand slipped up and down her back, her eyes closed relishing the simple pleasure of being touched. The couple had formed a bond that moment that could never be severed. They had revealed the deepest part of their souls and was not to be taken lightly. They would shoulder each other’s burden for the rest of their lives. It took all her resolve and inner strength to peel herself from him. "I better get a sewin' if ya ta look presentable in da mornin."
A slight touch to her cheek stilled her once more, she peered in his eyes. "You are always welcomed at my fire, Tej'lie. Always."
It took a long time for her to wrap her head around those words and the unspoken promises held within. Beautiful and easily promised in the confined of a private shop. The rougher part of her heart instantly denied he would live up to that promise. She knew herself and she would welcome him. "Da same for ya, Glesig."
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