Possibly some closer moments between these two in this chapter. Reviews are always welcome.
"Me?" Leanadas stared around her, at the small bare outcropping and the flood waters beyond. She felt slow and thick witted, the heat from the sun, already pickling her brains. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead as the sun sizzled her flesh. Beneath the long robe, her body was baking and she untied it at the neck.
"Do you see anyone else here?" He asked, standing beside her to stare out at the landscape. "as you're a mage, you're sure to have better ideas than a simple grunt like myself." Mockery laced his tones and she glared at him, yet is was merely annoyed glance with no real heat to it.
Roasting in the fabric of her robe, she continued to unlace the garment, drawing Kalvor's attention as her fingers moved to pull the article open. "You're not planning to swim are you?"
"No, I'm baking." He watched her shrug the robe free from her shoulders and drop it to the ground. Beneath the rich dark robes, a snug set of breeches and light blouse adorned her slender form. Kalvor took a deep breath and his eyes slowly drifted over her body with interest, taking in the swell of her breasts beneath the light fabric and her well sculpted legs. Leanadas caught the direction of his gaze and smiled, men it seemed, were the same everywhere.
"Getting a good look?" She murmured, picking up the crumpled outfit and stowing it in her backpack.
"Oh yes," He replied, his face breaking into a wide grin. "It's my revenge for earlier."
She raised her eyebrow and folded her arms. "Make some sense if you can." She demanded, staring across at the grinning Night Elf with some irritation.
"Well you did spend an inordinate amount of time staring at me. I figured it was about time I returned the favour."
"I... I.. wasn't staring at you.. I.." She finally stammered out, her face flushing with embarrassment. "I was making sure you didn't do anything," As his grin widened at her stammered protestations, she flared into anger. "As if I'd find something interesting about a Night Elf?"
"Never the less, you did undress me with your eyes earlier," He was deliberately baiting her now, she could see it, the amusement in his gaze as he pushed her buttons. "In fact you haven't stopped staring at me since we got stuck here and of course let's not forget your constant efforts to touch me."
"You... that was," Choking with anger, she almost missed him starting to laugh. For several long moments, his laughter bounced off the walls of the canyon and she scowled at him. "If you've finished, perhaps we'd better get started." She finally snapped across the clearing, granted she had managed to draw attention with her figure, but this was bordering on the ridiculous. Kalvor shook his head, refocusing on the situation as he attempted to wipe the smile of his face.
"Sorry," He said, his words rich with latent laughter. "But really I couldn't resist."
"Just because we've decided not to kill each other, doesn't mean you get to become all friendly."
"No no of course," He walked over to her and she scowled. "But you did start it."
She refused to answer and stared out across the flood. On the opposite bank of the Thousand Needles, she could see a trail leading up and out of the region. "If we could make it to the other bank, we could walk out over there," She pointed, the sleeves of her robe fluttering in the breeze. "The trouble will be getting over there."
Kalvor stepped forward and shaded his eyes, looking at the location she indicated before sighing and rubbing his bottom lip in thought. For a long moment, neither spoke, both elves staring at the obstacles in their path. Or rather Kalvor stared out at the trail, Leanadas had turned her face towards his companion, wondering just what had possessed him a few moments ago. Granted he had shown an appreciation of her body, but he had also tried to kill her. She ignored the small voice that murmured he was right about her staring. Sighing in exasperation, she returned her attention to the problem.
"If we could get hold of some of the debris, we could attempt to make a raft," Kalvor mused, his rich voice rippling thoughtfully between them, traces of the humour now gone. "How's your boat building?"
"Not great." She answered him, her voice soft yet discouraging. "It doesn't mean I can't try."
"Alright," He stared down the flood, watching as more debris, pieces of carved wood from some distant outpost, swept toward them. "Those are close enough." He moved to the edge of the outcrop and lay down. "Hold my legs." He ordered as he shuffled forward.
"Don't be idiotic, I couldn't keep hold of you if something happened," Leanadas felt her heart rush into her mouth as she contemplated the fast flowing flood. "I'll do it."