Strength in Numbers

Warmth filled their bodies as they cuddled close together, sipping hot tea from their mugs as they leaned together. Chuntao snuggled against intertwined feet, curled into a snuggly ball of cinnamon as the two elves simply enjoyed being near each other. Nymaraei’s head leaned on the Sentinel’s shoulder, lifting every so often to take a sip of tea. Happiness filled her veins with a cozy spirit more than the beverage ever could. Outside, the Mother Moon took over the sky, her star followers dotting the sky and coaching the creatures outside to sing in a peaceful harmony. A yawn overtook the young elf who finally set down the empty mug, retrieving Rhenelle’s as well and setting them to the ground. A task for the morning. The monk left soft kisses along the warrior’s cheek and jaw before they snuggled under the covers and drifted to sleep among their own sweet nothings and those of the life outside. 

Songs for the Troubled Soul

The two elves stood, one towering several feet over the other. The elder’s fist swung toward the younger Kaldorei, a trail of emerald green chi shimmering across her forearm. The elf with silver hair like moonlight incarnated steeled herself, blocking the incoming swing with her own forearm, directing both the punch and the chi away from her. She, too, reared back, allowing the chi to dance along her knuckles and forearm like muted green lightning, as she countered the attack. Unsurprisingly, her mentor dodged the attack as well. Suddenly, the elder elf spun, her form seemingly lifting off the ground as her leg swung out behind her. Once again, chi crackled in the air as the monk channeled it into her kick. Eyes that mimicked the lightning that had just danced along her forearm stared blankly ahead. The tiny hairs along the back of her neck stood as the foot came toward her. Just in time, the silver-haired elf allowed her lanky frame to drop to the ground, her head ducking under the bare foot of the monk. As she popped back up, a shout tumbled out of her as she grounded herself before unleashed a fury of attacks, the emerald lightning once again decorating her fists as they flew. Some connected with the hardened muscle of her mentor while others were met with the hardened resolve of a hand stopping them mid-flight.