"You are one suspicious Night Elf… though I honestly can’t blame you, after everything. Listen, I worked with Nightborne during their rebellion, they’re not all backstabbing spell-crazed lunatics. That’s what others said about my people, so I kinda feel for them right now. They’ve just fallen in with a bad crowd.
“I don’t know about a date, but how about we head to Darkshore and fight the good fight? I know a mage who can get us there, we’ll clean up some Defilers, it’ll be fun.”
¨Ey shadow elf, if yah see a Night Elf wid a pair of child sized troll tusks around her neck, tell her dat I be coming to punch her in da crotch foar killin’ meh two year old son!¨ Zavanni storms off angrily.
¨Bwonsamdi be waitin on da otha side¨ she says to herself.
“Wow, that’s… unnecessary cruel, I’m actually sorry for your kids, kids are kids after all. But I doubt a Night elf would carry tusks? But what do I know about elves” she shrugs as she looks a little puzzled at the Troll
“You know very little of us it would sound. We are not at all like our meeker, diminutive cousins.”
“Hey! I resemble that remark!” Talraea grins. “Heh, yeah, I’ve been working with your people in Darkshore. It’s been an education, and frankly a pleasure. Don’t get me wrong, the 7th Legion is great, but I always love to work with others who use ambush and stealth tactics as a war doctrine, not an exception to the rule. Trading professional tips and tricks, Farstrider to Sentinel, is one of the little joys in this dark war.”
It brings me great joy to see our people work together and achieving great successes despite… and maybe because of our differences. Wherever we walk , whatever choices we make , the same blood runs in our veins. And the same legacy shapes us.
"The way you put it, Night Elf; I cannot help but get a strange, ominous sense of deja vu… "
It takes a special kind of person to see anything wrong with Ren’dorei and Kaldorei trying to build bridges between each other. Besides… Put on some pants young lady, it is could out there.
Briefly looking away from a parchment in which she is writing, the void elf adds. “It is refreshing to see someone saying something reasonable around here.”
The tiny Goblin gently nuzzles her way under the Void Elf’s elbow, her pigtails and ears springing free and she looks up at her with big blue eyes and a sweet smile.
“Hi! I know we’re meant ta be enemies an’ all, but I think yer really pretty!”
“Well of course you would…”
A loud grumble in Gnomish is head. If the words grab the goblin’s attention, Finklebert gives her and grinning wave before turning back to the Engineer’s Corner in a copy of the Stormwind Standard.
“Tsk, tsk. Any particular reason for that snide lil’ comment, flippantly delivered at the expense of that poor, sweet, innocent gal who was just payin’ a compliment over there, sugar?”
Finklebert looks to the side, he notices Tizzle sitting at the table closest to his, leaning on her elbow, head resting in her palm with the other arm folded on the table, a slightly sleepy look on her face along with a hint of a smile, her legs crossed, both feet dangling due to the size of the seat she’s sitting, the carpenter who happened to make it obviously not having the smaller races of Azeroth as their number one priority. The candle in the centre of the table appears to have been just recently blown out, the smoke from the extinguished flame dissipating above the Goblin’s head as she slowly turns her face to look in the Gnome’s direction. “Ain’t nothin’ good in that readin’ material of yours this mornin’? Didn’t get a good night’s sleep an’ woke up feelin’ extra cranky, wantin’ ta bring someone down with ya? Or just overcompensatin’ for a lack a’ somethin’, hm?”
Tizzle slips off her seat and onto the floor, stretching slightly before grabbing her cloak from the back of the chair, beginning to put it on before continuing. “I’ve seen yer little pink whiskers about before … draggin’ imps ‘round on leashes an’ all that kinda carry on, s’if it makes ya seem like the bee’s knees or the spider’s elbows … y’know what the problem is, though? Y’spend too long gettin’ good at somethin’ like that, and y’ain’t gonna be all that good at much else, like, y’know, socialisin’ …”
After getting her cloak on, she then flips her hood up, obscuring the upper half of her face as her slight smile turns into more of a grin framed by a few stray locks of her verdant green hair. “… an’ before y’know it, them lil’ critters ya drag in an’ outta the ‘Nether are yer only friends. The only ones who are gonna listen to ya, cuz they ain’t even got no choice. Ain’t that somethin’?”
She takes a step towards Finklebert’s table, leaning against it whilst remaining standing. “So hey, maybe y’might wanna have a go at workin’ on them people skills rather than them enslavin’ skills, hm? Y’know, before ya lose ‘em altogether … just an’ idea …”
The Goblin then begins to saunter off, wagging a finger in the direction of Finklebert in a nonchalant manner whilst not even looking in his direction anymore.
“Yikes. You sure know how to deconstruct a poser. Remind me never to get on your bad side, miss Tizzle.”
“A ‘poser’? Who’s posing? She was right about one thing…” The gnome let’s a mighty yawn, the a ring around his eyes quite evident in light of day.
The gnome speaks his dusts off his moustache and grooms his beard in a mirror that unfolded from within his robes, “You know her? She’s not thr first to mention I should analyse self after a moment of being introspective when it’s been more than a few days without of, well, sleep!”
Finishing up, the gnome hops of his chair and let’s a stretch, “If you see that… ‘Miss Tizzle’ again, give her my thanks for the gentle reminder…”
what’s wrong with your ears
“Are your ears malformed? Is this why you keep them hidden?” The druid flashes the dwarf a glance as she guides over a damaged tree planted in the city, a victim of urban roots and large machinery.
Zhaalia stiffles a laugh about the irony of an elf lecturing a dwarf about his ears, then coughs and adresses the druid more somber.
“I have always admired your kin for your closeness to this worlds nature. I am a researcher-would you mind if i observe your mending?”
“Why would bother watching some boring druid magic?” The Void Elf intervenes with a smile.
“In exchange for a modest percentage of what you earn on your next research paper, I could let you watch me practice the new and awesome Void magic we Ren’Dorei brought to Azeroth, and even show you the amazing and mind-blowing ways you can combine it with the traditional magical schools, or even with fel!!”
She then pauses, looks around; then gazes back towards Zhaalia.
" … on the condition you don’t tell Umbric about it. He can be a bit uptight about these things!"
Tizzle giggles lightly as she hears Mahli’ficia’s little pitch before commenting. “There ain’t nothin’ new or awesome about that void magic of yours, sugar … it’s been around a whiles, y’just found out about it in a special new “woopsie daisy, no take backsies!” way the rest of us never got caught up in …”
The Goblin then glances up and down the Void Elf for a moment before smiling in an innocent manner. “… didn’t cost the rest of us our pants, neither.”
“So has the Manabomb, or even the Arcane. That did still not stop us from giving credit to the ones who discovered it on Azeroth even if they were perhaps a trillion millennia or more behind on the timeline of the multiverse.”
Mahli’ficia nods and lowers herself to be closer to Tizzle, holding a finger up as if to study the Goblin’s large ear.
“And do not worry, your modesty is understandable, my green friend. Not every race is as blessed, and thus may not have a body they can’t show off without shame.”
The Void Elf then smiles.
“But… I maaay know of a Transmuter or two that can help you. One of them even managed to craft a beautiful troll~”