* warning . Some swearing ,and a few Fbombs scattered ..*
She was in Dalaran when she recieved his first message,shortly after she had sent hers; some would say she was being too forward..that ladies did not make the first move.. Well fuck that noise.. She was not in Silvermoon , and chances are, she wasn’t going to be if she had anything to do with it. From what she heard about the place, it was nothing more than a cesspool of drugs, disease,and hell ,knows what all.The Silvermoon she knew , had died when the Scourge had swept through it… the nobility there were nothing more than pompous,little lordlings, who thought themselves so high and mighty, were nothing more than high bred horses put out to stud , selling themselves as potential mates to the high priced broodmares that pose as noblewomen.
Andromedda snorted ,the plumes of steam billowing from flared nostrils as she dismissed the thoughts of the nobles from her mind, focusing instead on the letter.. a smile crossing her lips.. He had a neat hand..the writing clear and precise..she could feel her heart beat a little faster Since that kiss in Orgrimmar, she could think of little else…it consumed her thoughts..ever so often a secretive little smile would cross her lips , as images of things she wanted to do with him , filled her mind.
She was not a virginal young miss, not by any means nor did she sleep around.. She had priorities that took precedence of her own needs, so it came as a surprise to her when she found the golden haired hunter in Orgrimmar . Oh the teasing,and the banter ,the barely veiled innuendos that passed between them only increased her awareness of him as a male.
She challenged his gender, daring him to take up the gauntlet ,and prove her wrong; she wanted a man in her bed,not a little boy posing as one. The men she did take to her bed, had proved disappointing..and she kicked them to the curb without care. Her father ,had told her, there would come a day, she would find someone special whom she would want to marry ,and have children. She hated to tell him that being married didn’t necessarily mean that the man was going to stick around when the babies came..those that did, were very rare..but most men ,on a whole , were selfish,and immature.She didn’t need a man to raise a child, and she didn’t need to be married either to have one. To say, her father was disappointed was an understatement but he knew that she never really had much of an example to follow ,since being torn away from him as a young child.
She pressed the note to her nose, inhaling the scent .his scent, that somehow found it’s way into the vellum..committing it to memory ,before tucking the letter between her breasts next to her heart, where his card was. Praying that it wouldn’t be long until their next meeting.. she wanted to drink in his scent deeper, fill her senses with him..was she in love? She wasn’t sure..but for one thing…she couldn’t get him out of her mind.