I get these moments when these stories just pop into my mind, and since my social life has recently adopted some un-needed drama, this is pretty much going to intertwine with it now. It will have actual conversations and situations that have happened currently and it will have some made up bunnies as well. Give or take some personal fantasies and what not :D

But yeah, I know I had another story, but the reason I think I stopped it was because, well, I think by putting my actual friends into this, the characters will flow better and I won't get writers block as quickly or as much. Hopefully.

Also, the only real, as in an actual character in Warcraft, is Avia (and maybe another one later on). She's modeled after my character Tëmptrëss on the realm Bleeding Hollow, a PVP realm. So if you ever wanna say hii, just send me some mail! Or if I'm online, a whisper. I like those :3

Anyways.

Here's the first chapter!

I don't own World of Warcraft, Blizzard does.

So hop off, yeah?

-Genevieve

Mist

The morning light peaked through one of two windows in the room. The other was fortunately drawn closed with thick, dark red curtains while this one had been carelessly left half open. Gentle streams of light filtered in through the dusty window pane before landing on one of the two figures haphazardly lying in a queen sized bed in the middle of the room. A light blue green face scrunched up in annoyance as the light made itself known on her face. Incoherent grumbles were muffled by pillows and blankets as she shoved and burrowed her way back under the comfortable downy protection.

After a few shifts and position changes, a sigh escaped the confines of the bed and the aggravated figure slowly rose. Gently, she removed herself from the bed, careful not to wake her companion, and made her way to the bathroom across the room. Once inside, she turned and closed the door with a soft click before turning to the mirror. Silver eyes inspected and roved over her body, looking for any indication of the 'battle' from the night spent with her friend. Slender fingers illuminated with a healthy green glow traced easily over scratches and bruises erasing all traces of the violent, joyful activities she had participated in. White teeth nibbled gently on a full plumb colored lower lip, memories of last night flooding her mind.

After a moment of fighting with herself on whether to go back to the bed and demand another round or two versus taking a quick, cold shower, she decided on the later. With no clothes to strip off her body, she quickly turned on the shower and jumped in, having no need to wait for the warm water seeing that she had no need for it. Mere minutes passed before the shower knob was turned off and a clean night elf emerged dripping with water. Quickly she dried off and rung her dark, damp hair before tip toeing back into their room.

With practiced grace, she grabbed her pack and armor before slipping back into the bathroom to dress. It wasn't that she was afraid to let the man in the other room see her naked, it was that if he saw her dressing, he would be up and dressing as well, ready to follow her anywhere. This company was by far the most enjoyable she had been graced with recently, but he had subtly hinted at them traveling together and for her, giant red flags started frantically waving in her eyes. She was by no means a loner, she loved company, but she had places to go and people to see. Literally. Quite frankly, the real problem was that, well, she had a group, and they didn't take well to new additions. Especially when that new comers connection to them was through a steamy night in the Valley of the Four Winds.

With most of her armor set, she lastly pulled on her large, spiked shoulder pads and adjusted her cloak and staff on her back. Finally, quick decisive hands maneuvered her long, thick black hair into a loose braid to be carelessly thrown over her left shoulder. Her gloved hand stopped before reaching the door handle and retracted quickly as if burned. Her brows furrowed and a silent goodbye was sent to the man still lying in the next room before she turned to the bathrooms window, slid it open and jumped out and unto the soggy earth below.

She didn't have to walk for long before a vitreous stone drake landed in her path. A wide smile spilt on her face before she jogged up and whispered loving words to her faithful drake. She brought her hands to both sides of its head and leaned her forehead on its plated one. Quickly, she pecked the drake on the nose, much to its embarrassment, and nimbly swung herself into the saddle. With a small nudge, her mount took to the skies and pointed itself towards Halfhill.

Large, thick taloned feet landed and small elfish feet followed as they landed in a sparse field. Grabbing the reigns, Avia lead her drake into the town. Today, it was crawling with Horde, much to her dismay. They wouldn't bother her here, but only because of the Pandarean walking around. Wasting no time, she sold her wares and bought what she needed before walking with her scaled companion away from the restless Horde watching her. Once at a safe distance, she started shuffling through a small hip pouch before producing a small rune that would transport her to the Moonglade. All druids were equipped with one, and she was no different. After rubbing it gently with her thumb, the runed stone glowed a pretty dark purple before a portal opened in front of her. She threw a quick look over her shoulder before walking with haste with her drake in tow through the swirling mist.

Within seconds, they were in an earthy wonderland. Druids were everywhere, roaming and talking in light tones to each other. Peace; the only word she had for this place. The Moonglade had been by far her favorite place to go when she was younger and in conflict. The older, wiser druids always had wisdom to share with her and always could lift her spirits from the mud if need be.

So much was taught to her by these wonderful beings. They were part of her family, her rock. When she was having doubts about which talents she should focus her energy to, they helped her find her path and gave her the push she needed. Because of them, she became the accomplished restoration druid she was today.

When she had told them of her desire to become a healer, they were thrilled. Much to both her and their shock, it was soon revealed that she had an affinity to easily switch between healing and more feral tendencies. As soon as this became known, she realized the Moonglade druids could do little to aid her in the feral arts, so she left and trained with more suitable teachers. In a few short years, she returned to them now an expert in both, and they welcomed her back with open arms.

In those years away she met friends that she soon found to be irreplaceable. Torn between getting close to them and forming a bond or to seclude herself in efforts of shielding her heart from the ache when they fell, she made the second hardest decision of her life. Desperately she wanted to confide in the druids and ask for guidance, but being thousands of miles away made that impossible. So stubbornly, she decided on training harder so she could protect her important people. She gave into her heart and formed the strongest bond she didn't even know was possible.

As the time progressed, they began to be able to read each other like a hunter reads its prey. Their team work was flawless and precise. It was these people that Avia was passing through the Moonglade to see. Both were currently in Darnassus, and Avia could feel herself getting antsy about getting there.

Previously, they had all been on Pandaria, specifically in the Valley of the Four Winds, when Samera, one of Avia's close friends fell deathly sick, and no matter how much healing power Avia poured into her, Samera's condition would not improve. So in haste and desperation, Samera opened a portal to Darnassus and she and Kirsten, Avia's other companion, quickly went through, leaving Avia to clean up the unfinished business they left behind, which would incidentally lead to her one night stand.

That had been a week ago. A week too long since she had seen her dear friends, and now she was but a mere small body of water apart, give or take a few mountain ranges. Her foot falls quickened as she made her way through the Moonglade. The druids waved at her and attempted to make small talk but she kept on and gave her apologies and relayed that she was in a rush. As usual, the druids just smiled and waved while telling her the Elune smiled on her path and she kept on.

Once to the edge, she hopped onto her drake and took off into the sky. Avia's heart soared as they crossed over the high pointed mountain tops of Darkshore and the misty ocean came into view.

'So close.'

Yet so far.