Wednesday, July 25, 2012
She sits alone at the dingiest table in the darkest corner of the noisy tavern. She is not what you would call well-dressed, but wears a mis-matched set of what appears to be well-worn armor. The pale blue glow of her eyes casts a bluish tinge over her white-as-snow skin as she cautiously scans the room. Her mannerisms jerky, she does not appear to be completely at ease in this highly public place.
She raises an eyebrow as a tall, handsome and well-toned night elf approaches her from across the room. He walks with a slight swagger, the tools and gadgets on his belt clacking together as he moves. His eyes have the same pale blue glow as hers.
He settles himself casually into the seat across from her and without hesitation asks, "Ice, where have you been?"
Her eyes widen in shock and then narrow as she frowns, her entire body stiffening in rage. In a tense voice she whispers harshly, "Who are you and how do you know my name?!"
A deep rumbling laugh escapes him, a far cry from its former gnomish mischeviousness, "Oh! I forgot you didn't know. It's me, Torq. Who else would approach you here?" He asks as he scans the miscreants in the less than reputable tavern. "You did ask me to meet you here."
Her frown deepens, a puzzled look in her eyes, "But -"
He quickly interrupts her, "An engineering accident." He waves a hand nonchalantly as though it were nothing. "Not that I mind this new look much." He flashes her a charming grin and flexes his muscular arms.
She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, unamused. "Why am I not surprised?"
His smile broadens and he pats her on the shoulder in a friendly way, "You still haven't answered my question."
She stiffens and removes her shoulder from his touch, obviously uncomfortable with the gesture. Her gaze falls to the mug of tea in front of her and she mutters, "I've been around."
Growing impatient, the night elf's smile fades. "Well, why the heck did you invite me here if you don't want to talk to me? No one has seen you in nearly four years. Not since -"
She looks sharply up from her mug, halting him as her eyes lock with his. "You're right, not since He fell..."
I am back. That hiatus was a lot longer than I initially anticipated. I hope my few readers are still with me. If you're not familiar with Icelica, her story began on my previous blog Specced for Drama. You can read her previous stories there under the heading "A Death Knight's Tale".