A Picnic amongst friends..(Tywren,Zemboya and Alacyon)
RP Prompt - Tywren(Tywren90) With Zemboya(Tribeoftrolls)and Alacyon (Minstrelofmyths)
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Tywren arrived at the stables in Orgrimmar with a small satchel in hand. He approached the farthest stall where two large eyes peered out through a large wooden gate. Ty reached into the satchel and retrieved a small strip of raw boar meat. He tossed it over the gate. The sound of gnashing teeth was heard soon after - then pleased chirping. Ty smiled as he unfastened the latch to the gate and let it swing open.
Ty smiled up at the reptilian steed. Ty stroked the scales along Joko’s neck while he fed him the rest of the boar meat. Joko clacked his talons on the ground happily. Ty grabbed his saddle and hoisted it across Joko’s back who aided by stooping slightly. Soon enough Ty was riding Joko across Azshara. It had been a long time since he’d been invited to a picnic, but who could tell such a sweet morsel like Alacyon ‘no’? Nobody. That’s who. Besides it had been far too long since he had last spoken to either her or Zemboya. The war interfered with much of Tywren’s social life.
Alacyon had done all the setting up of this picnic idea, his girl was fast in the works to get this picnic under way. Aszhara was as close to the city of Orgrimmar Zemboya was willing to go. The only place he would visit in Durotar is Sen'jin and the Echo isles but will completely skip Orgrimmar as it only brings nothing but stress. The day was crisp with a cool breeze and the warmth of the sun. Tall grass rolling with a herd of deer grazing in some areas. A bright green blanket was stretched out. A picnic basket was on the side chalk full of goodies that Alacyon had prepared.
He watched her energetic excitement of contacting a old friend, these days the only friend that even Zemboya would jump up to and search for, a welcoming face. Alacyon had baked slews of things, made all kinds of sandwiches. How she was freaking out was adorable. Oh Zemmie...you think he will like mustard or mayo? With crust or without crusts? Triangle cut or rectangle? Should we have cloth or paper napkins? Do you think we got enough sweets? Maybe I should make a chocolate cake and a vanilla? At the time he just sat there on the chair just watching the small elf on the go.
He sat on the chair backwards with the back to his chest, arms crossed over the top and his golden eyes going this way and that watching her move all over the area trying to keep everything together, she was just covered in flour regardless of the apron she had on. If there was something she was looking all over for he just snagged it off from the table or leaned to one side or another to snag the mixing bowl, whisk, dry ingredients, egg....just whatever it was that she was looking for. He handed it to her so she can complete her creations and he being some help. He just stayed well enough out of the way so his Ally cat can work. Zem reminded her that they had enough, that no matter what they bring Tywren will enjoy it. So that picnic basket was filled with what was stocked inside the basket. A basket with endless amount of space. Zem wouldn't be surprised if someone pulled a table out of this thing.
So here they were relaxing and waiting. Preparations all made and a much more calmer Alacyon. Zem was laying on his back in his tiger skin, basking in the warmth of the sun. He seem to be sleeping and there were two small flower wreaths on his tusks. His paws in the air and more flower wreaths were created and fit around his wrists. He's been sleeping like this for who knows how long. Taking it easy, awaiting for Tywren to show up while Alacyon was most likely decorating the cat napping Zemboya.
