The Gadgetzan Gazette (Warcraft)
Author: Ashynarr
Summary: Moments within and outside the timeline that were, are, might be, or might never have been. Or, in other words, a drabble collection featuring the wide cast and timeline of the Warcraft universe.
Disclaimer: Warcraft's not mine.
Warning: I suppose canon
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"What's that?"
Heliostrasz looked up from his note taking at the whelp who had landed on top of the tree hosting his current subject of study. Due to his currently being human (hands and fingers were so much more convenient to the lore keeping process), Geristrasza was actually just a bit larger than him, putting her age at around a few months at most. Her attention was directed to the creatures below her, their buzzing drawing her attention easily.
"Those would be bees," The whelp's father informed her, smile tugging at his lips. "Shouldn't you be with your siblings?"
"They're all sleeping right now," She sulked, drooping over the top of her perch. "But I'm not tired, and I wanted to see what you were doing 'cause it looked real important!"
"Well, I suppose it is," He agreed. "I'm making sure these fellows are healthy; they can tell me if the rest of the area is doing well."
"Really? How? They're so small - and they can't talk!"
The elder dragon quirked an eyebrow. "Oh really? Are you sure about that?"
That stumped Geristrasza, who tilted her head as she thought it over. "Well, they aren't talking now, are they?"
"Of course they are," He corrected, gesturing to the insects. "Do you see how they're bumping into each other? That's their way of telling the others where the best flowers are, whether there's any intruders, and how warm it is outside the hive."
"Really?" She leaned over, trying to see what he was talking about, only to nearly fall from her perch. "But how does that tell you about everything else?"
"Well, if the bees got sick, I could look around and see what's making them sick."
"Ohh. You mean like that time you took care of the wolf 'cause it got caught in an old trap?"
"Yes - you remember how your mother and I spent the day looking for other such things? We'd do the same thing here, except we'd look at things like the flowers they get food from, or perhaps the water they drink."
"Ohh. So are the bees okay?"
Heliostrasz chuckled. "They are perfectly fine, I assure you, though I have no doubts they'd appreciate you not shaking their tree any more than necessary."
The whelp gasped, scrambling to get off the tree in a rush at that. "I didn't mean to bother them, honest!"
"I know you didn't, and so do they," He reassured his daughter, who was now huddled besides him and peering up apologetically. "How about we let them get back to their jobs and go check in on the rabbit dens, hmm?"
"Bunnies?" The whelp gasped. "Oh oh I'll be the best helper ever!"
"Just remember to be quiet - you don't want to scare them, do you?"
Geristrasza firmly pressed her lips together and nodded as seriously as any child could. Heliostrasz smiled in turn and nodded, inwardly grateful that she was the easiest of his children to keep under control even if she had a bad habit of avoiding naps whenever she could.
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AN: Hello it has been a while again. Let's just say end of year project and exams ate me alive and spat me out, and some other IRL stuff afterwards just added onto that mess. Still, I'm back and hoping to occasionally update this (and actually update Icebound, which I admit has been stumping me even before school dragged me away) so that you have more Warcraft things to enjoy.
This drabble... I'm sort of meh on it; my idea was that red dragons, as the caretakers of life on Azeroth, would actually have something of an ecologist / conservationist bent to them, and then I had the idea of a father explaining to his kid a bit of what he was doing, while conveniently forgetting that I suck at writing kids like wow. So yeah I'm not happy with this but I hope it conveys what I was trying to show about the red flight?
