#weixian

She looked up. A cloud serpent lazily circled in the air. Below it, a lunarwing was diving after a falling pandaren. It looked like one of those gnomish rockets with its wings and feet curled in tightly against its body. Its wings snapped open and it pitched itself upward, reaching out with its feet to snag the pandaren. The grip was solid but off center. The pair slowed as they spiraled toward the ground. The lunarwing was regaining control. It wouldn't be soon enough. They hit the water with a massive splash. The shamans of the earthshrine were gathered along the shore, as were the tushui pandaren over by the balloon. They should have surfaced by now.

The fin of an orca pierced the surface of the water coming straight at Weixian. She stepped back from the box of danish to give the druid room for whatever it was up to. Upon reaching the shallows the fin vanished and a bear trundled onto the shore dragging the pandaren by the collar of her shirt. The pandaren coughed. The bear laid her down then collapsed onto its stomach. It transformed into a short, lithe worgen woman.

"Cloud serpents are stupid." The worgen groused.

"She is stubborn. Neither of us will learn if I do not fall sometimes." Replied the pandaren.

"That doesn’t make her less stupid. You almost hit the ground!" The worgen sat up and glared at the cloud serpent. It landed beneath the balloon and curled up like a cat in a sun beam.

"Then it is good you caught me." The pandaren said.

Weixian could only describe the noise the worgen made as pure aggravation. She couldn’t say if it was with the serpent of the would-be rider. The worgen grabbed two of the danish from the box. She tossed one to her companion and sulked while she munched on the other.