Sagehold, Stormsong Valley, Kul Tiras
Hunched over a book of ancient magic, Andais Lu attempted to read the single paragraph for the tenth time. But her concentration was not with her, not since she had spontaneously kissed Vynsand after the Battle of Brennadam. He did not push her away, rather she felt him return the kiss but after they had been sent to Sagehold to learn about why the tidesages had stopped blessing the new vessels for the Kul Tiran navy and the pair no longer had time to talk. The warlock also had yet to see Vynsand’s face despite everything when she knew he was going to reveal himself that night after dinner.
Closing the heavy book shut in frustration, Andais placed the book back on the shelf and went to retrieve another volume, she had offered to isolate herself in the Tidesages massive library to find clues on the water mages missing and learn about their history. It was suppose to take her mind off Vynsand but so far it was failing her. She was about to sit down and begin reading the new publication when she felt a presence nearby. Quickly looking up, she sighed out softly “You need to make yourself known, you tread too lightly” before her, Vynsand let out a soft chuckle “My apologies, are you finished here?” the warlock shook her head “Sadly I am no where closer to discovering the whereabouts of the tidesages or their history”.
She watched Vynsand sit opposite her and she swore she could feel his eyes stare. Clicking her tongue, Andais tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear and placing the book on the table in front of her “We need to talk…” “About what happened in Brennadam, I know” Vynsand finished her sentence, his hooded face nodding. Andais was relieved, it was clear to her now that the mage was just as distracted as she was. “I’m sorry I kissed you without letting you know, I know you are very particular on your sense of personal space and I just threw that out of the window” Andais began, her hands began to flurry about rapidly as she attempted to hide her nerves or thumping heart in her chest. Vynsand reached over quickly grabbing her hands “Easy Andais, you’re overthinking too much. Never apologise for acting on your emotions, its perfectly normal human behaviour” “Yes and inflicting it upon you, an elf” Andais retorted back though she enjoyed their hands being linked on the table.
Andais was frazzled and overcome by her feelings while at the same time trying to apply cool logic so she would not scare away the elf but once again Vynsand was understanding and managed to calm her inner storm. Standing up and walking around the small, study table Vynsand kneeled in front of Andais “Don’t ever hold back what you feel, especially around me” his velvety tone was gentle and sweet. It made the warlock smile slowly and nod in thanks, her reverie was interrupted as she felt familiar lips chastely kiss her cheek before she was helped onto her feet. “I believe we have investigated too much, let’s go” a faint blush stained her cheekbones but Andais still followed Vynsand out of the library “And go where?” “Scenic route?” there was a teasing tone in Vynsand’s voice and it made Andais arch her eyebrow but smile regardless “Okay?”
Stepping outside into the midday sun, the two casters headed towards the stables. Andais prepared to summon her dreadsteed when Vynsand reached back and pulled her inside the stables to his own horse, jumping onto his ride he offered a hand to the warlock who blinked surprised but followed suit and hopped onto the horse behind him. “Sharing a steed?” she remarked though her gloved hands easily went around Vynsand’s waist, the mage nodded “Easier” before they took off out of the tidesages town. Vynsand led them over the rolling hills of the valley and this gave Andais time to take in the beauty of Stormsong.
They were in the middle of Spring and the weather was a mixture of early morning showers and sunshine during the day. Everything was blossoming and though there was the talks of world war and other local issues, Andais sighed out in contentment. Leaning forward, she rested her chin on Vynsand’s shoulder pad, her arms tightening around his waist. She felt a single hand grasp hers into a gentle squeeze and Andais found herself smiling again. Vynsand had taken them through the most picturesque spots in the valley and keeping to the main roads to avoid the wild beasts that ventured on the hill. They were soon riding up one of the inclines before reaching an outcrop that faced the entire Stormsong valley.
Gasping in delight, Andais was helped off the armoured warhorse and walked to the edge of the peak, staring out across the valley. She inhaled deeply and took in the fresh air of the mountains blowing down behind her just as Vynsand reached her side, their hands found each other again and though there was silence it was a comforting feeling between both. “Andais, I should tell you who I am” Vynsand began, the warlock turned to her companion and smiled wistfully “I shouldn’t have been pushing you these past few months, I trust you and you don’t have to show me if you feel uncomfortable” Vysand cupped her face in one of his hands “Are you sure?” his voice was uncertain and worried. Andais continued to smile “Yes”. This time it was the mage who issued the kiss.
On their way back to Sagehold, Vynsand had teleported briefly from Andais’ side only to appear in the twilight holding a fresh Starlight rose. He kissed her fingertips before passing the glowing flower to the warlock who blushed again and was glad that the skies were darkening though she was certain that Vynsand with his elven eyes could see it. They reached the tidesages town and Vynsand sent his horse back with a stable boy, taking Andais to the inn for their usual dinner together. Discussions were light and merry, there was no talk of faction war or the current matters at hand. It was evident their relationship was blossoming.