The good old days 1/8 (Com) (Patreon)

"Back there...follow me. I don't want to wait any longer...!", Ferlynn said while she walked through the streets of Darnassus. Back in the day's the big kaldorei city was one of the most beautiful city Azeroth could give you. Besides that even more, the big World tree was like a big own nature itself. Peace...love...nature, everything a mortal and not-mortal beeing would want.

Behind the kaldorei with long white hair and baby blue hair tips...another kaldorei. She was slightly forced to follow, because she was pulled...dragged by her wrist through the big streets. The day started to fate away, slowly more blue/moon light shined through the tree's onto the buildings and temple. Guards, citizien and other people walked around, talked, laughed and of course traded. More or less the nightelf's enjoyed the night a bit more than the day.

Dryarae blinked. She knew that her "mistress" or at least she liked to call her like it wanted to do something special with her...again! Dryarae was a druid, kind of, long white hair, a part of it bound together to a ponytail. She was "fragile" for a kaldorei, trained, slightly muscular even tho it did not reduce her female look. More...the opposite i should say. Dryarae made a noise that you could take as encouragement. She liked to call herself a "mute", but she was able to speak if really needed. Back in the days she enjoyed the nature in her catform a bit to much and from there she reduced the words she used in the day a lot.

"There...behind the root near the building...this should work. Move!", Ferlynn instructed her. A couple of guards and a big mounted Saber-guard greeted them. Of course Ferlynn greeted back but...there was something else she wanted right now and this was...the girl behind her.

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