Eh, a bit more serious than usual, and I should warn you this story won't always be so light hearted xD I do have a plot, but it doesn't get depressing anytime soon. xD But enjoooy! :D


It had been a rather successful night; Keina had managed to down ten mugs (Bad idea, really.) before getting insanely drunk. With some help from her newfound dead smelling friend she had made it to her room. The room was shared with Vojjin, but the two had left Vojjin passed out on the table.

Keina couldn't wait till he woke up; it was going to be so funny.

Well, for her at least.

She cracked an eye open and glared at the sunlight streaming in through the window; she had woken up about an hour ago with a screaming headache. Thanks to the small amount of healing magic she knew, she was able to get rid of her hangover, but she couldn't get rid of the desire to stay in bed.

And that is what she had been doing for an entire hour, lying in bed and staring at nothing. She felt no desire to get out from underneath her warm blankets; she was very comfortable at the moment.

"What da hell, mon?!" A very familiar voice roared.

Oh goody.

He was up!

She glanced at the closed door of their (her) room, even though she really, really wanted to see the look on his fact at the moment she couldn't quite get up to energy. She sighed and turned her gaze to the wooden ceiling, just what was she doing?

She had duties elsewhere.

She couldn't just spend her time running around with an amusing troll; Keina had promises to keep…

She was a fool to think this would last, how long would they stick together on this journey? Would she be forced to watch him die? She didn't associate herself with other people for that fear...but she obviously failed at it.

Back in Darnassus there was Asanri, her human friend. Now she had new friends...Cogar, Malar, and Vojjin. (Lomali was working her way up there, but she didn't have to worry about the undead dying before she herself did.)

She groaned and covered her eyes with her arm, the sunlight hurt her eyes. Keina was sick of the sorrow; she had had enough of that back in Darnassus. The new home of the Night Elves was full of it. At least it seemed that Dalnaar had dealt with his.

Dalnaar...the druid had always been her pillar, holding her up when she wanted to collapse. Then there was Issa... Issa had always, always been there for her, now that she was without the saber, she felt a hole in herself, in her soul maybe.

She was such a fool.

A fool that feared life, feared everyone's death but her own. She was tired of living so long, tired of witnessing the turn of centuries. Maybe she was searching for death?

She laughed at herself, no, she wasn't searching for death, she was waiting for it to come to her. Ah...she was a twisted soul.

The door banged open, wood splintering and a deafening screech sounded as the door was ripped from its hinges with the force of it. "Break the door why don't you, now you have to buy it." She murmured not even bothering to look. She knew who it was.

"Fuck da door," Vojjin snarled. "Ya left meh in dat bar last night!"

She felt herself shrug. "So? You left me to get mugged." She tried to force her bad mood back into the pit it had sprung from. She forced a grin onto her face. "Not my fault you can't hold your drink, some troll you are." She moved her arm from over her eyes and turned to peer at the troll, his breathing was rapid, probably from his rage. His long red hair was out of his braid, it was spilling across his shoulders and down his back, it made her fingers itch to run through it.

For some reason his tusks looked extra pointy, that couldn't be a good thing, she hoped his jaw was sore...if not his tusks.

Could he feel if someone touched his tusks? Would it hurt if they were broken? The answers she did and did not want to find out.

She sighed. "I thought trolls were supposed to be able to drink a dwarf under the table." It was quite a feat to beat a dwarf at a drinking game. Those dwarves seemed to run off of their beer, drinking it constantly. She had flown with a dwarf in Outland once...the poor bastard was so wasted that he thought the tail of his nether drake had been its head. Sad to say...the dwarf didn't quite make it on that trip.

Vojjin growled low in his throat and moved, first he had been at the door and now he was yanking her out of the bed. Damn he moved fast when he wanted to. She tilted her head back and glared at him, not caring if his normally amber eyes were tinted red. "Don't blame me for your shit." She hissed out.

"I dun blame ya for mah shit. I blame ya for leavin' meh on dat table all night!" His voice was rising, getting louder and angrier. She bet he had a horrible hangover. She vaguely recalled leaving him on the floor…so some kind person at least put him back on the table.

Her anger left her, she wouldn't rise to this fight, and she didn't feel up to it. She sighed and lifted a hand and poked the tusk that was near her face. "Do you feel that?" He shook his head in answer dislodging her finger in the process. She bit the inside of her cheek and motioned to his jaw. "How about your jaw?"

His eyes narrowed slightly and she cursed herself for mentioning it. "Sore." He muttered.

"You pay for everything today and I'll do you a favor." She said sweetly.

His eyes were still narrowed; he was looking at her with suspicion. "Fine." Apparently his curiosity won out. She reached her hand up and laid it on his cheek, somehow managing to touch his temple in his jaw at the same time.

Her hand glowed green as she summoned what little healing magic she knew, after a few minutes she let her hand drop. "Better?"

He nodded and before he could say something she held up her hand. "Yes, I can heal, no I can't heal major wounds so don't even think of me as a life line." Her stomach grumbled as soon as she was finished talking. She turned in looked up at him, trying to put on the most innocent look she had. "Food?"

Maybe if she ate something she'd feel less tired, because that's how she felt at this moment, exhausted to the bone. Her anger and her sadness at left her, and the drain of emotions left her feeling so very, very tired. She headed out in front of Vojjin, trying her best not to step on any splinters, she may be wearing leather shoes but that didn't mean she wouldn't get a splinter in her foot. It would be just her luck to step on the one shard of wood that would stab through the leather and stab into her foot. The neck of her shirt stretched and then dug into her as Vojjin picked her up with it and then slung her over his shoulder. "What the he—" she was cut off as she jostled her into a more comfortable position. (More comfortable for him at least.) "Put me down!" she hissed.

He either didn't hear her (which meant he had really bad hearing) or he was ignoring her. She'd bet all her money on the letter. She sighed and tried to push her hair out of her face, the white strands were trying their best to smother her.

She really didn't get why in all the stories the humans tell that this position was supposed to be romantic, it was rather uncomfortable. She had recently healed her cracked ribs and they were still slightly sore, she knew they were going to be bruised by tomorrow.

She heard cackles and snorts of laughter as Vojjin walked into the bar. Damn the troll. Keina tried her best to peer around Vojjin, but all she saw was his back. Damn the troll once more.

"Oh, I see my friend is in the process of being elf-napped." Keina recognized the smooth yet raspy voice of Lomali.

"A little help would be nice." She once again tried to twist to around Vojjin so she could see, yet again she failed. "I promise he won't die…so feel free."

"Dun be promisin' anythin'." The troll ground out.

Keina shrugged. "You're the one starting this; don't blame me if you end up with more bruises."

Finally Keina was able to see things that didn't involve a troll's back as she was swung off his shoulder and basically thrown into a chair, a chair she noticed that was next to Lomali. She ignored Vojjin as he settled down across from her. "Were you going to help, or just watch?"

The undead shrugged, a small tilt of her lips signaled that she was amused. "It would have been entertaining to watch, it is not every day that I get to witness a troll kidnapping a night elf."

Keina sighed. "Glad to see that you're enjoying your undeath," she turned her head towards the scent of food. "Food?" she asked once again.

Vojjin sighed; it seemed that sighing was contagious. "Fine, ya'll get ya food."

Well, she thought, at least he fed her.


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