Breaking Moonbrook

     Westfall remained particularly quiet despite the cold windy nightfall surrounding two huddling creatures and their small fire. One of them, a human by the name of Decktire poked at the fire between her and her companion Citlali. It had been a long and arduous ride from Goldshire to this outcropping just past the bridge into what seemed like a radically different country, and the two were cold, hungry, and tired.



     It also didn’t help that they were both wet from the rains that seem to have been cursing them the whole way there.



     "How is the food coming along, human?"



     Decktire looked down at the coyote meat, poking at it briefly before handing it over to the tall blue-skinned draenei.



     "Tough, flavorless, and burnt. So good as done, Not-demon." Deck grinned up at her partner, who smirked back. Their joined life was an inside joke with then, born almost the same time their friendship was. And a strange friendship indeed. Decktire, raised as a warlock, her earliest memories outside of the orphanage being under their care having partnered up with a paladin of the Light. Strange indeed, except for the seed of demonic energy that Decktire knew resided within the female. She was also the only female draenei she had met that had a quick dry sense of humor, which often leaned into the perverse. It was refreshing from the glaring, tsking draenei who saw her practices "Dark and Unholy."



     Citlali looked over the spit of meat, snorted in distaste, but ate it quickly enough. Deck didn't waste time either, it really was tough and flavorless.



     The two continued eating in relative silence, only the howls of coyotes and the wind from the ocean keeping them company until they heard the sounds of a horse-rider approaching.



     “Cit?" Deck leaned down, staring past the other female.



     Citlali gave a grunt of a question.



     "Why, If you're from Draenor, do your paladins not ride in paladin-dressed Elekks?"



     Citlali blinked, and turned around, looking at the incoming paladin.



     Decktire smirked, mouthing her next words specially. "Seriously Cit.. because the man-not-demons.. dey be lookin' somethin' funny."



     Citlali snorted at Deck's poor imitation of a troll accent, but nodded agreement while looking at the Draenei male riding up on a paladin's mount. At least a human paladin's mount.



     He seemed overly bulky for the diminutive horse, and the poor animal looked like he wanted someone to come and save him... right now. The paladin in question noticed their gazes and slowed the closer he got, raising an arm in greeting. The two girls replied in kind.



     Decktire surreptitiously looked him over, knowing if Citlali were to turn and look at her at just that moment, then she’d never live it down. Of course the human couldn’t help it, there was something strangely attractive about the alien race, not that she’d ever admit it to anyone.



     The paladin dismounted as he came up on the females, the horse making a noise of relief as he followed behind. The paladin started to say something in his native tongue, but stopped when he saw the human, coughing before continuing in a heavily accented common. "How fare you this eve?"


     Decktire continued to keep quiet, allowing Citlali to call out the reply.



     He stepped close to the small fire, but didn't sit down, his eyes seeming to size the human up. "I am Veyros, Paladin of the Naaru."



     "I am Citlali, and this is my companion, Decktire."



     Decktire nodded in greeting to Veyros when she was introduced, then looked away from the penetrating gaze to poke at the fire, blush rising on her cheeks.



     Veyros sat down slowly, his horse going over to graze on some grass. "What news of Westfall? I am new to this area."



     Decktire looked over at Citlali, who raised an eyebrow and wordlessly said ‘You need to speak, human.’ The human sighed and pulled some more coyote meat out of her sack, holding it up to stab on one of the spits. "Are you hungry?"



     Veyros curled up his lip in distaste. "I am fine, thank you."



     Decktire shrugged and put the meat back away. "Defias have pretty much taken over the area, most of the people who lived here have already been pushed out. They seemed to be centered around some old mines to the northwest. To the east Duskwood causes problems with scourged creatures occasionally slipping over. Murlocs to the west.. and occasional Horde infestations. S'about all there is." She looked over at him, and saw him studying her closely.



     Finally he slowly nodded and raised an eyebrow. "Tell me, Because I find it strange, but how did a warlock and paladin come to become companions?"



     Deck blushed harder, her previous mental images leaving while she glared into the fire, stabbing it once with a stick. "We have a common goal, that's all."



     "That's it?" Veyros leaned closer to the human, and Citlali leaned back, knowing that this was where the human would take grievous offense.



     "Yes, that's it. Do you have a problem with that, Mister Veyros?"



     He blinked once, then leaned back. "I do not." He stood up and brushed off his armor before calling his horse. "Good eve, Citlali and Decktire."



     Deck kept quiet, but Citlali replied, waiting until the male was out of hearing range before raising an eyebrow at Deck.



     "What?!" Deck glared over the fire at her companion, and Citlali laughed.



     "Human, You need to learn charisma when dealing with people."



     Deck snorted and turned to tuck in for the night. "He shouldn't be asking such rude questions. I am what I am."



     Citlali nodded and smirked. “You are just angry he didn’t flirt with you.



     Deck didn’t dignify that with a reply, so Citlali stayed up a while longer, gloating, before finally turning in as well, the song of the coyotes and The wind-swept wheat to lull them into a light slumber.