I'm so sorry updates are slow! Here's another one! And I thing it might be the longest thing I've written in awhile. I've been collaborating with Raisenka a quite a bit lately haha, Isirah is her character, you should go check her out! (I have way too many mini stories going on with her haha.) She really helps me get my chapters out, she always reads them before I post and pesters me on skype to write!
Welp, here you go! Enjoy! xD
"I swear I can get up and walk now." Keina said in a desperate attempt to convince the hunter that she was mostly healed. She needed to get out of this cave, make it back to her group. She had info they could use. Every piece of her body ached, and it was a challenge to even sit up. Without the aid of a skilled healer such as Dalnaar, Keina was going to be bedridden for quite some time.
She laid back with a sigh as the hunter ignored her.
Time was her greatest enemy, and always would be.
The night elf cursed under her breath and quickly tried to pull her thoughts from the direction they were heading in. Just because she was bed ridden didn't mean she needed to ponder on the darker things in life. A hiss escaped her as she tried to sit up once more, her neck twisting to the side as she tried to glimpse Issa. Her dear feline friend seemed to be fairing much better than before. The saber's breaths were now slow and even, her wounds seeming to heal nicely.
Keina wasn't even jealous that Issa seemed to be healing faster than her. She honestly didn't know what she would do without the saber, Issa was familiy, a part of her heart that she couldn't function without.
"You are quite the stubborn elf, aren't you." The hunter murmured as they settled down in front of Keina.
Keina shrugged and forced her usual grin. "My stubbornness keeps me alive."
The draenai peered at her from under their hood, silver eyes clearly showing their doubt. The hunter's only response was a sigh as they set down a steaming bowl of hot water and laid a rag across the side. Instead of asking Keina to help unwrap her own bandages the hunter went about their usual routine, not speaking a word and being as gentle as possible.
"You know," Keina began "If you were to find my companions I would be out of your hair as fast as possible. My mentor is quite the skilled healer, he'd have me back on my feet in no time."
The draenai huffed. "You know nothing of Northrend."
The druid narrowed her eyes slightly, it was difficult talking to this draenai. She still had no more information on this hunter and she had been doing nothing but studying them the entire time she was bedridden. Well if there was anything Keina was good at it was being an annoyance, might as well pester them until they gave in. "So, I take it you've been in this frozen hell for awhile?"
The draenai's hands stilled from where they had been restitching one of Keina's wounds. "Yes."
Well that wasn't the most helpful of answers. Keina sighed and decided not to press the hunter. "Well, what's your name?" She asked, suddenly feeling very foolish for not asking sooner, or even introducing herself.
The hunter had resumed their work and continued stitching up her wound. Keina thought the draenai would not answer from how long the silence stretched between the two. "Isirah." the hunter finally replied.
Keina jerked and twisted around in surprise, the sudden action made the druid freeze from the searing pain that shot through her body. Sudden movements were definitely a bad idea. "You're a woman?" Keina gasped out as she doubled over in pain, she felt a trickle of warmth down her side and from Isirah's irritated sigh, Keina had gathered she had tore open another wound.
"I'm Keina, Keina Dawningstar." She said after the pain had ebbed away some.
The huntress nodded and gently pushed Keina to lay back down after she had stitched back up yet another gash. "Rest."
Keina huffed, she decided it was now her goal to get the draenai to open up to her, and if that didn't work, to at least convince the huntress to take Keina back to her group.
The days seemed to pass in an almost peaceful way. Needless to say the night elf as surprised at how comfortable Isirah had been able to make Keina feel here. In a wasteland where even the tiniest thing would try to eat you Keina was surprisingly not all that worried. She felt safe, but she still hadn't forgot what she had set out to do in the first place. Her mind wandered back to her friends, did they think her dead? Were they searching for her, or had they given up on it. Her heart twisted at the thought, she knew Dalnaar wouldn't give up, and the rest would at least hope she was alive, but Keina didn't know how long she would be here.
Keina hadn't stopped trying to convince the huntress to at least bring word to Dalnaar and the rest of her survival. Of course the two had grown a bit closer, who wouldn't when stuck in a cave together for quite sometime, but Isirah was still determined in denying Keina that small comfort.
The huntress always saying it was too dangerous being as Keina still couldn't move about properly. Keina had of course huffed and insisted she would manage just fine in the huntresses absence. So here the two were, silver eyes glaring into silver. "Please?" Keina tried, maybe this was her lucky time and the huntress would let her go.
Isirah shook her head and pushed Keina back down onto the furs, her hands smoothing away the ivory strands of Keina's hair. "You're still too weak."
Keina huffed. "But I'm not dead, and if I'm not dead then I need to get moving."
Isirah frowned down at the elf. "I have a feeling you'll sneak away if I even leave you alone for one moment."
Well that wasn't too far from the truth really, the truth was Keina would crawl away. She couldn't even sit up without help so how could she just calmly walk away? The elf resisted the urge to sigh and instead turned her attention to learning more about her new friend. The two seemed to talk for an age and learned much more about each other, their pasts, the recent happenings of how they both ended up in this frozen hell, but what the huntress seemed to take an interest in the most was Keina's love life.
If it could be called that.
The huntress currently had her knees drawn up to her chest and listened with interest as Keina told the story of how she met Vojjin.
"So he basically kidnapped you." Isirah deadpanned.
Keina managed a shrug. "Yeah, that's basically it." It was odd to hear it summarized up in such a short way, for a long adventure that had taken many a sharp turn it had started with such an odd act. Amazing how simple curiosity could bring them to where they were now. This easy peace between the two women did nothing to ease the pang of worry curling in the pit of her stomach. Once she was able to carry herself, she would leave this cave and find her way back.
Time was running out, she couldn't afford to lay around being idle, but Keina didn't even know how long it would take for her to heal. Infection was still a high risk as well.
A soft snort came from Isirah as the draenai eyed the night elf. "I do know what you're thinking." She murmured. "And the answer is still no." The huntress stood up swiftly and silent and carried away the dirty rags and purple tinged water.
The druid sighed, moping wasn't going to help her but maybe sleeping would help with something. So, with her mind set on dreaming about the vast enchanting forest of her birth Keina let herself drift off into the sweet arms of sleep.
"-ke up." An annoyingly familiar voice hissed into her ear. "Come on, wake up." The voice hissed again.
Keina had never been one who enjoyed waking up so her immediate reaction was to roll over after swatting at the offending entity. Her eyes snapped opened as a small hiss left her. Somehow in the back of her mind she had forgotten that the tiniest breath was agony, she partially blamed her dreams. She turned her head enough to catch a glimpse of whoever had woke her.
"Go away." She stated tiredly as she took in the only other troll rogue she knew.
Zelaji managed a pout. "I go out of my way ta help ya, and dis is how ya treat me?"
Keina snorted. "As you can see I'm certainly not in any condition to give you what you deserve." Which was a boot up the ass, but he didn't need to know that.
The rogue shook his head. "Come on ya stupid elf, we're gettin' ya out o' here before dat damn Alliance gets back."
Keina didn't have the energy to protest, and isn't this what she wanted? Even though she didn't know much about Zelaji she could hope that he was taking her back to Vojjin and the rest. She didn't even bother pointing out the fact that she herself was a member of the Alliance.
Issa raised her head and let out a low questioning rumble as the rogue knelt down by Keina's bedside, his brow drawing in confusion as he seemed to contemplate how to move her without it hurting too much.
"That's why I said go away." She muttered and forced herself to lift a hand to wave off Issa's concerns. Neither the druid nor the saber needed to reopening wounds, though Keina seemed to be doing that all too often lately. Not to mention the fact that she couldn't even keep her eyes open, she was too tired.
Zelaji shot up from his spot and drew his daggers in a flash. The clang of steel against steel met the druids ears and watched in amazement as the rogue managed to block one of the Isirah's bullets. The huntress had apparently been doing some hunting as her large wolf drug in the body of a even larger karibou. Even with a dead animal clamped between its jaws the wolf still managed a threatening rumble.
"It not be everyday someone sneaks up on me." Zelaji said, his tone clearly impressed and if Keina didn't know any better she would have said he was flirting with the draenai.
Isirah's eyes narrowed on the rogue, even if the rogue had been flirting it was obvious she wasn't even tempted. "It's not everyday I get to kill a troll with a bounty on his head."
Zelaji's lips drew back in a grin flashing sharp teeth. "It just be a part o' dis trade." He answered before subtly moving a step forward. "Now if ya excuse me, I be takin' dis elf. Da bounty on her not be enough for ya ta worry about."
Did the rogue think she had been kidnapped, is that it? Keina sighed, the stupidity of these trolls would never end. Well she only knew two or three trolls, and all of them had horrible tempers. Zelaji wasn't as quick to temper as Vojjin was, but this playful banter of his wasn't any less dangerous. His body language was saying quite enough.
Isirah didn't even grace him with a reply as she raised her rifle and shot off a quick round. The rogue quickly dodged and made a lunge for the huntress but has to dive out of the way of the wolf, jaws snapping mere inches from his face.
Keina turned her eyes away from the scene, she was too tired to really care at the moment. They were both being idiots. However, it was a familiar screech that made her eyes snap back open. That sounded very much like Talon. She heard Zelaji and Isirah break up the fighting as very familar snarl and string of curse words met her ears. It was all in orcish however so she didn't understand a word of it.
"Keina." A sweet voice from even sweeter memories breathed near her. A cool hand touched her face and a small curse left their lips. "She has a high fever."
Fever, huh? That would explain the blurry vision. Keina turned her head towards the familiar voice and squinted her eyes, she could barely make out long dark blue hair and amber eyes. "Dalnaar." Her voice croaked out. Her eyes fluttered closed again as the only person she could even think of calling father set about his work. Sleeping for a little wouldn't hurt, would it?
"It's yer damn fault, Alliance." Zelaji snapped. "Ya should have watched her better!"
"My fault?" The huntress growled. "She's extremely lucky to be alive, if I hadn't found her then she would be dead!"
"I'll skin da both of ya and ya don't shut up." Vojjin snapped, his deep voice a low rumble of thunder.
"None of you are helping." Dalnaar hissed as he started working on cooling Keina down. He couldn't heal her with magic yet, there was far too much to heal. "I need snow, fresh linens, and some kingsblood." The night elf said. "I don't care who gets what, but do it fast."
Dalnaar always had a soothing voice, so it helped to lull the young druid further into sleep, once again dreaming of her home forest.
As always I'm a bit unhappy with the chappy, probs cause not enough troll banter. I love my trolls xD