01-28-2014, 08:10 PM
Franziska sat in the grass, cloaked in nothing but the slowly receding darkness around her, though her mismatched, glowing eyes clearly still saw well so close to dawn. She peered over to the sleeping form of the Runemistress near her and smiled as she reached a hand up to her still sensitive stomach, a tattoo in a strange pattern inscribed on the skin, the blue ink almost the same colour as the Elf's skin.
It'd been a long trip to get even the first rune, and it'd be a longer trip still until Franziska would be able to use it, not to mention the other runes which she could still get... Should still get. "I want this." Franziska had told her shan'do, her mate, her traveling companion, and it had been true as it still was. A finger slipping over the newly made rune, she followed the still dormant pattern of shielding. Even now, she could feel the arcane of the nearby leylines pouring into the ink as she meditated on what she'd learned.
As dawn came, and sleep did not, the Sentinel decided to remember what had happened to her to take her to this point. The inability of her armour to protect her, yet still cost her time and money to repair. Meeting the older woman, Redith Stormrunner. Falling in love with her, and learning from her about her powers and skills. For such a frail-looking woman, her mate was quite a fierce combatant as the two sparred in the wilds of Darkshore, after the Twilight Cultists had attacked Lor'Danel. Though Franziska was quite skinny, herself, she had quite a bit of muscle beneath her skin with which to complement her abilities. Something Redith mostly lacked and still she moved with such grace, speed, strength... Though not much strength was to be found in those arms outside of combat, the Sentinel had learned.
As the two lay together in Darkshore, Franziska had made her decision to ask this frail-not-so-frail woman to share her knowledge, and the Runemistress had agreed. What started as a jest became a reality as the two left everything behind them, down to the clothes on their backs as they traveled through the lands, heading south. Franziska did, of course, know these lands though she'd rarely been there in the past. It was also then that she decided she'd continue to honour her own training, unwilling to learn a rune to do the things she herself could do without.
As the two entered and traveled through Feralas, another aspect of her mate was revealed to the Sentinel. Though the woman knew what lands to go to, it appeared to her she'd failed to remember the exact place. Yet, as they traveled, it seemed the land itself guided them. Finding themselves in the Ruins of Isildien, they were forced to turn back to the Tower of Estulan before continuing down the road to where a Tauren camp was located.
Unwilling to find out whether or not these Tauren were aligned with the Horde, the two Kaldorei had turned to the hills, making their way around. Tired, they had decided to rest by a waterfall and, during the day, as the two slept, something had awoken Franziska. A strange sensation of power... A power which caused the two to remain here for it before their travels took them onwards.
It'd been a long trip to get even the first rune, and it'd be a longer trip still until Franziska would be able to use it, not to mention the other runes which she could still get... Should still get. "I want this." Franziska had told her shan'do, her mate, her traveling companion, and it had been true as it still was. A finger slipping over the newly made rune, she followed the still dormant pattern of shielding. Even now, she could feel the arcane of the nearby leylines pouring into the ink as she meditated on what she'd learned.
As dawn came, and sleep did not, the Sentinel decided to remember what had happened to her to take her to this point. The inability of her armour to protect her, yet still cost her time and money to repair. Meeting the older woman, Redith Stormrunner. Falling in love with her, and learning from her about her powers and skills. For such a frail-looking woman, her mate was quite a fierce combatant as the two sparred in the wilds of Darkshore, after the Twilight Cultists had attacked Lor'Danel. Though Franziska was quite skinny, herself, she had quite a bit of muscle beneath her skin with which to complement her abilities. Something Redith mostly lacked and still she moved with such grace, speed, strength... Though not much strength was to be found in those arms outside of combat, the Sentinel had learned.
As the two lay together in Darkshore, Franziska had made her decision to ask this frail-not-so-frail woman to share her knowledge, and the Runemistress had agreed. What started as a jest became a reality as the two left everything behind them, down to the clothes on their backs as they traveled through the lands, heading south. Franziska did, of course, know these lands though she'd rarely been there in the past. It was also then that she decided she'd continue to honour her own training, unwilling to learn a rune to do the things she herself could do without.
As the two entered and traveled through Feralas, another aspect of her mate was revealed to the Sentinel. Though the woman knew what lands to go to, it appeared to her she'd failed to remember the exact place. Yet, as they traveled, it seemed the land itself guided them. Finding themselves in the Ruins of Isildien, they were forced to turn back to the Tower of Estulan before continuing down the road to where a Tauren camp was located.
Unwilling to find out whether or not these Tauren were aligned with the Horde, the two Kaldorei had turned to the hills, making their way around. Tired, they had decided to rest by a waterfall and, during the day, as the two slept, something had awoken Franziska. A strange sensation of power... A power which caused the two to remain here for it before their travels took them onwards.