Honey Bee Buzzings

((Written with Renan)) The air within the Violet Hold hums with barely restrained arcane energy, the wards and barriers bathing the red brickwork in pale blue light. Cells of all sizes are set back into the circular chamber which reaches up hundreds (if not thousands) of feet overhead. A few guards pace back and forth on the ground level, crackling staves held at their sides as the inspect each cell. Above them, even more guards float and glide between cells on enchanted discs. A pair of guards, one wearing a crisp new robe, approach one of the lower cells. The obviously senior guard stops and sighs, gesturing to the small chamber. “And this is prisoner 2468391. She was brought in last night for...” The barrier flares and stretches as the occupant of the cell slams against it. “Fer nothin’! Fer takin’ a damn drink! I dun'no why you’d throw me in ‘ere for tha!” Macee snarls, pressing her muzzle against the straining energy field. The senior guard, clearly frustrated by t...

She knew it would be big. It was a damned city! She knew it would be big! But this? This was just unnatural! Dozens, if not hundreds, of streets cut narrow alleys between the tall, peak-roofed buildings. Small plazas and courtyards are scattered haphazardly but frequently across the city, many of which contain pools or fountains. Magically lights of every color and description bathe the city which seems to sit in perpetual twilight. Macee grumbles and squats in a small green space behind a market, thankful for some elbow room and quiet at last. She scruffs her main in frustration before shaking it out. She offers a toothy grin to a pair of passing mages whose eyes linger on her for just a little too long... She watches with an amused chuckle as an enchanted broom and dustpan float by. She quickly fishes one of her finished apple cores from her bag and throws it in the path of the magical cleaners. The broom jolts to a halt and, with a quickness that catches her completely off...

(Written with Renan) Macee kind of had an idea where to start looking for the duo. After she left the training yard, she made the trip to Stormwind. Opting to remain in her Worgen form, she thought she'd be less noticed, she made her way toward the Mage Quarter. Violet eyes darted around all the faces as she walked toward the Tower. Once inside, she frowned to see a line and a Gnomish mage standing before the portal. "Name? Destination? Purpose?" She was asking everyone who passed through. To her left were tables with mages and massive books asking more in-depth questions of people who refused to answer the initial three. Slowly, Macee backed out of line. She stiffened when she felt hands on her shoulders. "Getting out of line?" The Kaldorei mage looked at her questioningly. "Yes, I forgot to bring my grandmother's shawl. You know how the elderly are, always cold. She'll tan my hide if I arrive without it." Her heavy Gilnean accent hidden...

(Written with Renan) Silver clouds covered the sky and a cold wind swept across Stormwind, the city living up to its name at last. From where she was standing beneath a particularly productive apple tree Macee could see the city bustling with midday activity. Two small squads of city guards marched in rows around King Varian’s tomb. Shops and stalls along the canals were open, the vendors calling out to and chatting with the crowds of passersby. The sounds of hymns and church bells echoed out of the Cathedral District. Every once in a while a new group would crest the final stairs that lead up from the docks and they were by far the most interesting. Injured soldiers, Kaldorei refuges, wanderers and adventurers...all manner of people. A fresh apple falls free from its branch and just misses the end of her snoot. Without a blink, catlike reflexes catch that falling apple in a clawed palm.  Oh, how she loved the bounty of Stormwind!  Free apples as far as the eye cou...