Jaina Proudmoore wasn't always the best of students. She was inquisitive, bright, clever, and something of a hopeless romantic. She snuck out of Dalaran to visit the land of Quel'thalas whenever she could. She was a young, rash woman but she adored visiting the beautiful land of the elves.
Not only did she enjoy that, but she enjoyed quiet moments alone with Ranger-General Sylvanas, another young woman who enjoyed seeing foreign sights. And given she was tasked with protecting her homeland, Jaina was about the most foreign any of her sights got.
A giggle passed between them as Jaina followed Sylvanas into a side room of the nearest open Silvermoon building. The Quel'thalas seasons were lovely and warm, almost never needing to even wear a jacket. The elf tugged the sorceress into her, and she cupped her face between her hands and smiled. "It's so good to see you." Jaina's face was curved into a lovestruck smile, simply looking at the other woman's face as they fell into their usual habits.
"Sh, I don't want them to hear." Sylvanas coaxed the cloak off of Jaina's shoulders, planting a hot but hurried kiss on the human's cheek. "We have to make the most of our time before I have to go to the meeting." She pressed another kiss to Jaina's nose, somewhat clumsily as it was clear she was aiming for her mouth.
Jaina was glad to be rid of her cloak, allowing her to more freely hold onto the other and run her hands over her upper arms. She leaned in for a proper kiss, and she grabs onto Sylvanas' arms to steady herself. Her entire body and soul was overwhelmingly enamored by the other woman, and she showed her that by pressing together in this small corner.
Sylvanas leaned into Jaina's neck, kissing there gently, and then again but this time biting into the skin, leaving a welt of a soft purple and red color. Jaina had to suppress a moan from the contact as a shiver ran down her body.
"Don't go if you can help it," Jaina begged in their private whisper, one of her hands reaching to weave fingers through the ranger's hair. "I want you to stay here with me."
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. A voice of one of the other rangers came shouting, "Ranger-General? The others are looking for you." She let out a groaning sigh, grabbing Jaina's cloak from its place on the floor and returning it to the young sorceress' shoulders. In a hurried whisper she said, "Shorel'aran, my dear. I'll see you again soon." She kissed the other's forehead and returned her clothing to its prescribed arrangement, heading out and saying in her most professional voice, "Yes, I'm coming, Fandreth. They won't start without me."
Jaina was left with her crooked cloak, cheeks still flushed a bright red from the quiet passion. She pulled her hood over her face and adjusted it to hide the hickey left there. She grabbed her staff and brought up the magical field around her, sending her teleporting back to Dalaran.
Once there, she tried to quietly make her way back to her chambers, and not show off the marking to anyone, but in an effort to be quiet and subtle she walked right into another student. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said to the young man, who she'd cleanly knocked to the ground. "Let me help you up, this is so embarrassing." She extended a helping hand, which he gladly took and stood up.
"Don't worry about it. I wasn't looking where I was- Are you okay? Did you get hurt or something?" he asked, pointing to the now deep purple mark on her neck. "Should I get one of the healers?"
Aaaaand the red face is back. "No, I- No I'm fine. Please don't mention it. It'll be gone before long." She pulled at her hood and went off, her face too hot for her to really do anything but try to get out of the frier.
"Are you-" He seemed to be saying something more, but she had already run off into the building where her room was, barricading herself in the moment she had a chance. A deep breath. She was finally alone. And free to think about Sylvanas again without worrying about people seeing her being embarrassed.
The sorceress dropped her staff and tugged her cloak closer around her. She wrapped herself into the cloak as tightly as possible and sat up against the end of her bed. She buried her face in the hood, taking in the sensory feelings of being in this, and specifically in something that Sylvanas had touched. It was a kind and soft feeling, like she was being held. It was amazing how far she could go in just a day, and how she had a chance to see someone so wonderful when she did. Magic was truly a gift.
She woke up the next morning, realizing that her comfortable spot had led to her sleeping the rest of her day and the rest of the night away. She wiped at her face, the gunk in her eyes letting her separate her lids again. A wide yawn filled the silence of the room, and she decided to get to her feet. Her back hurt, for sure, and this entire day would probably include aches and pains for sleeping on the floor.
New clothes almost made it seem as if she hadn't slept on the floor. She dragged a comb through her hair and only snagged five times. Watching her own eyes in the mirror above her vanity, she dropped her comb back on the surface and ran her fingers over the side of her face. She looked a little tired, but it was okay.
Her goal was to go see Antonidas, and see what she was to do today. She grabbed her staff and dusted off her cloak, returning it to her shoulders. She let the hood hang back, forgetting for now about her love mark.
Upon approaching the upper level, she heard another voice and decided to investigate before interrupting. She silently wrote the symbol in the air for invisibility and snuck around the corner.
"You must be wiser than the king! The end is near!" A man dressed in a cloak with raven's feathers on the shoulders shouted at the Archmage.
Her master, as stoic as ever, responded, "I told you before, I'm not interested in this nonsense."
"Then I've wasted my time here."
The strange man wrapped his cloak around himself and transformed once again into a raven, lifting himself onto the wind and soaring off over the city. Antonidas furrowed his brow and sighed. Then he turned towards where Jaina was hiding and said, "You can show yourself now, Jaina. He's gone."
Dispersing the spell, she felt embarrassed and compelled to say…something. "I'm sorry for eavesdropping, master, but-"
Rather than let her finish, Antonidas let out a hearty laugh and stood from his place, putting a hand on her shoulder. "It's your inquisitive nature that I've come to rely on, child." He squeezed her shoulder then took his hand back and reached for the staff he had leaning against the wall behind his desk. "That crazed fool's convinced that the world is about to end."
He waved his staff through the air and the two of them were teleported into the Violet Citadel, able to walk out onto the main street of Dalaran.
"I've heard the rumors of the plague spreading throughout the northlands." She met eyes with her teacher. "Do you truly believe that the plague is magical in nature?"
"It's a strong possibility. That's why I need you to travel there and investigate the matter." With a clever half-smirk, he added, "I've arranged for a special envoy to assist you."
With a bow, she answered, "Yes, master. I'll do my best."
"I know you will, child. Farewell."
Jaina turned to leave, and Antonidas spoke up once more. "One more thing. Perhaps see one of the healers before you go to remove that. And give the Ranger-General my regards when you visit next."
Brightly red for the third time in a day, she responded, "Of course, master. I'll be sure to."
"Travel safely."