For the Whored: Stormwind Ch. 02

Renwa had the dignity to walk out slowly and politely close the door behind him.

"I am still finding it difficult to believe that you are what you say you are." Moira frowned. "You're also rude, impossible to control, and downright crass."

"You're not telling me anything I haven't heard before." She continued to flick her eyes back and forth from her board to Moira.

"You're not even paying attention to me."

"I am listening to you quite well, thank you. This is how I function. If I didn't keep my hands busy by drawing, I'd be pacing around, fidgeting and twitching, and only catching half of what you had to say."

"She'd also be about five times bitchier." Jordan nodded.

"I find that difficult to believe." Moira snorted.

Jordan shrugged. "You don't know her."

Elunara flipped out the piece of paper. Moira took it and stared. "I'd do more detailing work on it, but since you seem to believe the worst of me, I figured I should give you a sample of what I do. You may continue your observations of my character."

"I don't know what to make of you."

"No one ever does."

"Got that right." Jordan snorted. "And I'm ridiculously in love with you." Jordan kissed her temple.

"As am I." Grogek grinned.

Moira sighed. "I wanted answers, but I've lost my questions."

"Take some time, think em back up. I'll answer whatever you give me. However, I'm always going to treat you as a person, not as a status. I'm not after shoving fluff up your butt. Varian can't even get me to give him a title, and he's got the most justifiable reason to." She shrugged. "And before you ask, no it has not one damned thing to do with my mother being Tyrande. Because that doesn't mean shit to me. You can ask her yourself. I didn't speak to her for thirty years, and have only been on good terms with her in the last three or four."

Moira nodded. "I will see how I feel about this."

Varian nodded to Grogek. "Tomorrow, I will meet you in the training yard, so that I may announce you officially as our new trainer."

Grogek grinned. "Good, I'm getting bored."

Varian raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Maniac sex will only take you so far." Jordan snorted. "At least until the bruises set in." He blushed. "Uh, sir."

"Men." Elunara snorted. "So tough, yet so fragile." She pointed at Jordan. "I'd have bruises in strange places after you two get through, but my body heals them too damned fast."

"Lucky." Jordan snorted.

"Sorry, love." Grogek ducked his head and grinned. "It's easy to forget that you can be bruised, with how wild you are all the time."

"As long as you don't dislocate my hip again, I don't mind."

"Wait, when was this?" Jordan frowned.

"Couple of months ago? Between the two of you..." She sat her board down, and struck a pose, leg up behind her. "When we tried this? Yeah, you loons got a little rough and... bam." She dropped the pose, and picked up her board.

"I'm sorry, Baby. I didn't know." Jordan ran a hand down her arm.

"Meh, it's fine." She waved a hand. "We haven't gotten that crazy in awhile."

Varian shook his head. "Good lord, Elunara..."

She grinned at him over her board. "Are you kidding me? I love the hell out of it. Been trying to analyze the position, so that when I try it again, I won't hurt myself."

"I can't decide if I'm appalled or fascinated." Moira murmured.

"Words most commonly heard around Elunara." Grogek snorted.

"He ain't kidding." Elunara snorted, still working.

Varian shook his head. "I have a feeling we're not wanted here."

"Doesn't matter at this point, sugar doll, the moment has passed."

"Ah. My apologies."

She waved a hand. "I need to head over to Zelinnia any way."

Jordan shrugged. "I'm sure we can figure out what to do for the day."

Grogek nodded. "There is more to be seen."