Honey Bee Buzzings

(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...

Kaneka Hillyard rolled the sleeves of her shift up around her elbows; there was no need to get them soaking wet while doing this work. The wash basin was set up with washboard near a small stool. Hauling a bucket of water from the kitchen, Kaneka slowly poured it into the basin. Some of the water splashed, hitting her chest just where her shift made that deep V between her breasts. Her knuckles wipe the water away idly and she bent to pour powdered soap into the basin, swishing it around in the water to make suds. She stood, sudsy hand pushing errant strands of her raven hair behind her ear. A soft sigh released through slightly parted lips as she began to toss dirty clothes into the basin. As she bent deeply her shift crept up over the back of her thighs to expose a glimpse of the soft curve of her backside. She mixed the clothes around in the soapy water.  She lowered herself onto the stool, tucking the shift between her legs. She pulled the washboard to her and held it in plac...