Chapter Three

Returning Home

The trip back on the zeppelin from Howling Fjord was a rather dreary affair for the family, made a bit more entertaining by the fact that Nad'rael discovered the intrepid Vlad had stowed himself away in one of many satchels. Farrson spent the entire flight trying to chase the down slippery creature as he terrorized the passengers on the deck. "Come back here dammit! That is not food, it's Druid!" Farrson yelled in exasperation as Vlad attempted to nibble the ears off of a very disgruntled feline formed Tauren.

The Shadowfiend was finally caught up in Karina's arms after rolling about the deck like some strange, mutated soccer ball. Nad'rael approached the Goblin captain of the ship once the flight had reached it's end and pressed a few gold coins into his small palm, "For your trouble, good sir."

"Don't be silleh." The Goblin winked, though the coins vanished up the sleeve of his uniform, "That Tauren was always to big fer his britches and needs ta be knocked down a few pegs."

The Odims made their way from the ship, down the winding steps of the Zeppelin platform and Nad'rael let loose a shrill whistle from her rose-colored lips and a very large and irritable stone drake. Obsidium looked down at the family, a sigh rumbling from deep within his granite chest, "You called, Nad'rael?" He tilted his massive head down and rubbed his rough hune face on the Sin'dorei woman's cheek in a rare show of affection.

"Yes, I would like it if you would carry my family and myself back home. It has been a long trip." Nad'rael asked wearily.

Obsidium nodded his acceptance and kneeled down, the doctor helping her daughter up and then scrambling on herself and she held a hand down to Farrson. The Undead took his wife's hand while the drake began to grumble to himself about Forsaken and their bony, rotting joints. Farrson gritted his jaw and "accidentally" kicked Odsidium in the ribs on his way up. Nad'rael shook her head, sighing softly, at the exchange, "Can't you two simply let it go?"

"Yes, yes, it is simple to forgive the asinine deader whom rid me of my humanoid form..." Obsidium growled.

"Well I wouldn't have had to if you hadn't tried to take my wife as yours! I get so sick of everyone trying to steal what is mine." Farrson shot back.

The two bickered all the way back to their home in the misty mountains of Gilnaes. When they had safely landed, Farrson took his daughter in his arms and carried her up the creaking stairs to lay her down, for she had passed out on the ride home. Nad'rael saw to making sure Obsidium had his dinner, two whole sheep from the fluffy white herd that dotted the hillside and she patted him on his massive shoulder, "Thank you for the ride and please... try to get along with Farrson... for me?"

"There are things I will not do, even for you..." She heard him reply as she made her way into the glowing warmth of the house. Nad'rael set her bulging satchels upon the new kitchen table and undid the clasps, smirking slightly. She pulled up of the heavy wooden chairs and settled herself in it, waving her hand absently in the air, summoning her heavily stained enchanted notebook to lay in front of her. She flipped a few pages, eyes lighting up with glee as she reached a certain entry and began to pull various items from her satchels.

Shimmering crimson gemstones were laid out carefully upon the page and soon beautiful Fireblooms and knobbly Liferoots joined the pile of strange ingredients. Nad'rael pulled out a tiny crystalline vial containing a clear liquid and set it in her newly replaced alchemical stand and plucked up one of the Scarlet Rubies, which was the size of a plum, infusing it with a wisp of Shadow magic and crumbling it into a fine dust withing her hand. She carefully poured the shining powder into the vial and repeated the process with the herbs. The doctor carefully placed a small cork at the lip of the vial and took it from it's stand, shaking the thin tube in between her fingers. "...So what are you concocting this time?" asked her husband, seemingly appearing behind her from nowhere.

Nad'rael squeaked loudly and the vial slipped from her fingers and crashed to the floor with a small crunch and a thin pink mist rose from the floor to envelope the pair, "Oh nooo..." Nad'rael moaned, flailing her arms uselessly as her face slowly began to flush, the tips of her pointed ears turning red.

"...What was that?" Farrson asked wearily, backing out of the cloud, coughing slight and throwing his helmet on a nearby table.

The couple stared at each other for a long moment as Farrson put two and two together, taking in his wife's flush features and his own hands beginning to shake, "It was a-another order of the lust potion wasn't it?" he asked, voice trembling.

Nad'rael nodded, attempting to side step Farrson, making her way to the door. A heavily plated arm shot out to grasp the doctor's pulling her back against her husband's chest, "Where do you think you're going, dear?" he queried, his amber eyes shimmering with a mixture of desire and mischief.

Nad'rael gulped loudly, the crackling of the fire the only other sound in old home, "I-I was going to go make an a-antidote..." she explained softly, trembling, the effects of the potion becoming even harder for her to resist.

Farrson grinned wickedly, looking his wife up and down for a moment before reaching a hand out, gently undoing the clasp to her robe and pushed it off her silken shoulders. He leaned down, lips lightly kissing a trail from the nape of her neck to her ear, whispering, "...I can think of a much better relief then an antidote."

The young woman seemed to hesitate for a moment and then reached her slender arms up to twine around his neck and gave a tug, a small, sensuous smile playing across her lips. Farrson took the cue and pulled her into his arms effortlessly and carried her up the stairs to their bedroom, nudging the door open with his boot and laid her down upon the their bed. Nad'rael looked up at him, expression one of pure desire, "You know, this will be rather difficult with all that heavy armor you are wearing, my love... might hamper things a bit." she giggled softly.

"Shush, you minx." Farrson muttered affectionately as he busied himself with unbuckling all the cumbersome coverings, the plate clanging loudly as they hit the floor.

Finally finished with the rather frustrating task, he lay down the bed next to his wife, wrapping a lock of her hair tightly around one finger and tugged her next to him, staring hungrily at him, "So... how long does this one last?"

"About four hours... the customer that requested it said it was for a honeymoon." purred Nad'rael.

Farrson stared at his wife and tugged her robe aside roughly and smiled down at her wickedly at her, "Then you better ready yourself for a very long night... afterall, I don't need to sleep~"

"Oh my..."