Emberi was digging through the laundry, trying to find a specific article of her clothing. The room was a mess, the sheets torn to utter shit, but the elf had a satisfied expression on her face. Grasping what felt like a belt, Emb cheered silently, pulling not a pair of her breeches out, but Henroth’s. “Oh, damn it all. I hope he realizes before he gets too far out.. I wouldn’t like to think of how ridiculous he would look in mine walking about Stormwind…” Clicking her tongue, she folded them up and set them aside, and continued digging in the dresser.
It had been a nice couple of days, spending time with her old companion in a less than horrible setting. The last time they had spoken, Henroth had been busy with his own order, and the druidess her own… More self indulgent practices. Her heart swelled when he agreed to come visit the compound, and for whatever reason it had been the one thing she had been looking forward to, aside from Cenn’s birthday.
The visit had been good indeed, and Emberi eyed the half destroyed sheets with a blush and a tiny grin. Very good indeed.
