A/N: A small drabble I wrote while battling insomnia. After her people join with the Horde, my blood elf sets off for Orgrimmar.

Disclaimer: I don't own Warcraft or any related materials, etcetera, etcetera. Note:Fanfiction.


Ekeira stood on the tips of her toes, leaning precariously over the edge of the zeppelin. The ground sped past hundreds of feet below, blurring itself into a muddy blend of colours that made her head spin. It were almost as if the very clouds could be in her grasp by simply reaching out a hand.

She knew the Alliance employed gryphons for short flights, and of course heard tales of flying gnomish contraptions. However, she had never seen them, let alone soared atop one. Always relying on Hawkstriders or portals for transportation - and occasionally ships when she thought her stomach could handle it - this was a new experience all together. The mighty vessel really flew! The thing was of an incredible size, lifting off the ground without the aid of any magic was barely short of inconceivable!

The high winds sent Ekeira's hair whipping about her face and she thought her very bones might have frozen from the cold, but with the vast red expanse of Durotar stretching out beneath them it was hard to care. Her first visit to the fabled Orc city of Orgrimmar had brought her on a titanic airship, no less. There was nothing on the face of Azeroth that could spoil her mood. She only ducked back to shelter, sputtering, when a bug became caught in her teeth.

Clutching a battered satchel to her chest, Ekeira watched as the miniature engineers scrambled about the deck, heeding commands from the pilot. Excited chattering sounded from the crew - they would be docking soon, and one of the goblins perched at the bow cried out that the zeppelin for Tirisfal had arrived.

With a grin plastered across her face to rival a hyena, she gathered up her scattered belongings and dashed to the opposite rail, eager to disembark. As fascinated as she was by the dirigible, it paled in comparison to her destination.