My head is stuck in the clouds
She begs me to come down
Says, "Boy, quit foolin' around" I told her,
"I love the view from up here
Warm sun and wind in my ear
We'll watch the world from above
As it turns to the rhythm of love
~Rhythm of Love-Plain White T's~
Their hands brushed together occasionally as they walked through the city of Stormwind, and Cordana would glance up at the Archmage. Once he glanced back and smiled, the rest of the time he kept walking, his wonderful bright blue eyes taking in the sights around him. Bored children dragged to market with a parent or caregiver wailed and cried, some ran about, and one of them tugged on Cordana's sleeve.
She looked down and an earnest little face peered up at her through long bangs.
"Are you a night elf, miss?" the little girl asked.
"Yes, I am Kaldorei," replied Cordana awkwardly. She had never felt comfortable around children.
"Can you turn into a cat?" the child asked hopefully.
Cordana shook her head. "Only the druids of my people can do that. I cannot."
"Oh," the little one replied sadly.
Khadgar crouched down in front of her. "You know, there are other magics in the world besides druid magic!"
The little face lit up. Khadgar's bright blue eyes were mischievous and he looked up at Cordana. She narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion. That look always preceded something that she would need to clean up after.
The Archmage whispered something to the little girl and she giggled and nodded, then pointed at Cordana and said a word the Kaldorei didn't understand. Suddenly the world grew larger around her and the little girl was jumping and clapping her hands.
"A lamb! A lamb!" she cried, and threw herself at Cordana, wrapping her little arms around her. Cordana opened her mouth to protest and move away but all that came out of her was a sharp bleating call and her legs ended in cloven hooves and her body was covered in a curly, thick, greyish wool. She ran around angrily, bleating and leaping as if trying to shake off the spell. That man had turned her into a sheep! The indignity of it! Being transmogrified in the middle of a city this way, it was pure humiliation!
The little girl was so happy and chased Cordana around, and Khadgar was still crouched down, smiling, his face kind. It was hard for her to be truly angry with him, knowing he had wanted only to make that child happy. The Warden stopped running and stood still, letting the little girl pet her, and several other children came and did the same. Cordana bleated miserably but the children laughed and offered her bits of grass and flowering weeds.
Just then Khadgar stood up, needing to stretch. He turned away from them, and that was when he was suddenly rammed from behind. Not expecting such an attack, he was thrown off balance, tripped over his own feet and went over the small edge surrounding the canal. He hit the cold water with a huge splash and several onlookers were doused with water, much to their annoyance. The children ran over, laughing gleefully at the man sputtering and hacking, fully clothed, in the waterway.
The sheep spell had worn off, and he looked up and saw Cordana giving him a rather evil smile.
"Oops," she said, and pointed towards a rampway leading up and out of the canal.
The Archmage was a decent swimmer, but bogged down by wet clothing and boots, he looked quite ungainly as he struggled over and heaved himself onto the ramp and walked up.
"That was rather unkind of you, Cordana," he said.
"So was transmogrifying someone without their consent," she replied smoothly.
"I only did it to make the little girl happy," said Khadgar, doing his best to ring out his sleeves.
"As did I," she responded.
Khadgar sat down on a stone bench and pulled off his sopping boots. "I will need to find a cobbler and a tailor now. The idea of wandering about in wet clothing does not appeal to me much."
Cordana looked around. "If you can promise me you will stay here and not get into any trouble, I will go and find you something."
"You cannot blame this trouble on me this time, Cordana," he said, stretching out his legs, looking very uncomfortable indeed.
"A first for everything, Archmage," she said and walked away, a smirk of satisfaction on her face.
Cordana found a cobbler and a tailor and purchased a very nice outfit for him. It was good to see him wearing something other than his complicated battle gear, which thankfully he had left at the Tower when they embarked.
When she returned, Khadgar was entertaining children again, this time conjuring items out of the air and from behind little ears. She handed him the nicely wrapped package and stepped away from the noisy crowd, letting him have his fun while she silently looked on. She hoped that this was all the shenanigans she would have to put up with for the rest of the day.