Rendezvous
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Retzel sat on a squat stool, her pale blonde pigtails swaying as she swished, back and forth on the stool, humming to herself and staring at the ceiling dreamily. The ceiling was painted to look like a gentle summer day, the clouds lazily floating by, the sun bright and luminous. She was always fascinated by the opulent paintings that she saw upon the polished ceilings of their structures, where mechanical prowess was coveted.
She waited on her friend, Adel, to get off of work. The girl worked slowly, and had no sense of hustle, unable to sense her friend's impatience. Luckily for her, Retzel was very good at hiding her impatience, and was often distracted by peculiar things, such as bright colors, sounds that were unusual, and inventions beyond one's imagination.
"I'm sorry!" Adel said, her short legs hobbling over to Retzel as quickly as they would go. Her brown hair, pulled back into a low ponytail, swished across her back evenly as she hurried, amusing Retzel.
"It's okay, c'mon!" Retzel replied, hopping off of her stool and gesturing to the door. "We have time to grab some nourishment before I have to go to training!"
"Agreed," Adel said, her brown eyes wide as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder. "I am simply famished!"
The two friends waltz, side by side, into the neutral inn and bar in Dalaran, where those from both factions could come to relax, eat and drink, and be merry, despite the dire circumstances for which they were there.
"How has traveling the Broken Isles been?" Adel asked once they had settled into a comfortable cushioned booth, menus open and feet dangling off the seats.
"Troubling to say the least." Retzel admitted, eyeing her staff listlessly. "There are no shortage of the wounded here. Healing has taken quite the toll on my demeanor since I've been around."
"I could tell." Adel said, eyeing her worridly. "You haven't even been asking about your 'client'." Retzel's face immediately changed pallor, her coloring that of a Nagrand cherry.
"Sshh!" She shooshed her friend, looking around wildely. "Don't mention that so callously!"
"I thought that was why we named him your 'client'." Adel said in bemusement. "So that we could talk about it in public without prying ears or curious eavesdroppers?" Retzel sat back, sighing, pausing to order an aged red wine when asked by the barmaid. Turning her attention back to Adel, she sighed again, scratching her chin.
"I suppose you are correct." she said, her green eyes trained on the door, as if expecting someone to come through it at any moment. "I've just become paranoid since I've gotten here..."
"Understandable." Adel said, thanking the barmaid for her amber colored wine. Retzel took a sip and sighed, happy to tast the bitter drink. "But I do have a message for you concerning him."
"You do?" Retzel said excitedly, her eyes widening, her body hanging over the table. Adel rolled her eyes, but chuckled at the young gnome.
"Yes, it looks like he wrote it himself. His written common could use some work." Retzel admonished Adel with her eyes, but her friend was unapologetic, merely handing over the short note without comment. Retzel unfolded the parchment delicately, allowing herself to read the words slowly, without missing anything on the page.
"He wants to... meet up... tomorrow." She said slowly. "You were right, his written common is extremely rudimentary, for someone who spend so much time in Booty Bay."
"Indeed." Adel commented, taking a bit out of the sourdough bread that had been placed before her hungrily. "However, the fact that he knows it at all is more impressive in my opinion. What with his choice of faction." Retzel gazed at her friend sourly, wishing she would for once be happy for her, rather than nitpicking her choice in lover.
"I'm quite happy regardless." Retzel replied instead, choosing to ignore her friends bait. Adel narrowed her eyes gently, but made no other comment. They ate in companionable silence for a while, and the darkness began to settle. Retzel stretched her arms and hopped down from the booth, gently attaching her staff to its holster.
"I need to be off now, but thank you for the note." Retzel said. "You can thank your co-worker for me too, since she's the one truly smuggling them in."
"Not a problem, despite my own personal preference, I respect your decisions. I'll let Kizi know you appreciate her." Retzel laughed, bidding her friend good night, and headed for the alliance side of Dalaran, where a portal would lead her to her priest hall. Luckily for her, it was quiet, and she was able to relax before her training would begin. She pulled out her note, smiling at Daz's chicken-scratch handwriting with affection. She clasped the note to her bosom, and smiled, hoping the day would speed by, and her rendez-vous would come all the more sooner.
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Hi there! I think this is going to end up being a two-parter, as I had a different ending in mind but well... that didn't quite work out as intended. Anyway, I have Daz Leybomb, a Shadow Priest Goblin, and Retzel Sparkfuse, a Discipline Priest and Gnome. That's right. I went there. :) Enjoy! And until next time! 3