Thursday, August 3, 2017

[WoW FanFiction] Just a couple of pandas.

Rhasody sat against the tree, carefully placing the feather into arrow shaft preparing to wrap it when a hyperactive bundle of fur pounced on her, scattering fletching materials and sending fletcher head over tail into the bushes.

 “GAH! Maurata!” Rhasody said, looking up at the ever smiling face of one of Azeroth’s most powerful shaman. 

 “Hi!” Maurata replied cheerfully, happy that Rhas wasn’t in armour. She had to untwine her fur from chain mail the last time she’d pounced. She supposed she could just not pounce, but Rhasody was just so pounceable and had the best reactions.

 “You’re wet!” Rhas complained squirming to get out from underneath the soggy pandaren. 

 “I was trying to help the water formed druid and then I went to the fish market,” Maurata replied enthusiastically and then shook herself, damp fur fortunately not sending water every which way. “I wanted to make some mist soup for the potluck feast!”

 Rhasody shoved Maurata off, sitting up, She had arrow heads poking into her tail and it was most uncomfortable. “Most people don't jump into the tub WITH the druid.”

Maurata wasn’t deterred, rolling to crouch in front of Rhasody and rubbing cheek to cheek. “I'm a shaman! We heal with the water spirits”

 “You don't have to take a shower every time!” Rhasody complained again after rubbing back against Maurata. 

 “But I do! That’s what makes it fun, see, if I just stand aside I don't become one with the healing and can't direct the water in fun shapes to relax my patient.” Maurata turned and started to help the hunter pick up her various supplies. 

 “That’s a leaf from the tree.” Rhasody said with a sigh.

 “Really?” Maurata sniffed it and then bit into it. “Ooo, spicy minty.”

 “You’re impossible.” The older Pandarian said with an eyeroll. 

 “Am not! I’m just improbable.” The shaman pushed Rhasody into a sitting position before planting her head in the hunter’s lap. “You are coming to the feast, right? There’s going to be so many nummy foods!”

 “What’re we celebrating? We killed Gul’dan *again* and we’re going to go eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we may die?” Rhasody asked, wrinkling her nose.

 “Exactly! Life’s too short to mope. Get out there, explore life, see the worlds, taste all the foods, swim in all the rivers, talk to all the spirits, have good tea!” She hand waved, a bunch, then sighed, “You need to lighten up. You’re too tense.”

 “I do like a good tea.” Rhasody replied thoughtfully.

 “That’s the spirit. It’s a good start. Maybe we can get one of the humans to set up the bucket of apples thing and dunk Khadgar in it!”

 “Maybe we can drown him.” muttered Rhasody, she still hadn’t forgotten the “joke” with the nethershards. And the puns, oh ancestors, all the puns.

 “Pffft, then how would we get our flying city anywhere?” Maurata reached up to scritch Rhasody under the chin. “C’mon, have a little fun. Forget that there’s a huge demon army out there wanting to fry our livers in onions!”

 “I don’t think the demons cook their food.” Rhasody said, giving Maurata’s fingers a nibble.

 Maurata gave a melodramatic gasp, clutching her free hand to her chest. “Even more reason for them to all die! Not cook your food?! Probably don’t use spices either!”

 Rhasody rolled her eyes, “You’re hopeless. And making my lap wet.”

 Maurata gave a wicked grin, “Doesn’t my mere presence do that?”

 Rhasody opened her mouth and closed again.

 “Tee hee.” Maurata said, squirming around to stand in front of Rhasody once more, holding her paw out. “C’mon, let’s go get lunch. You’ll be less cranky after lunch!”

 “Now you’re just being extra silly. I’m always cranky!”

 “Need more fibre. How about some sticky buns?”

 Rhasody just sighed and let Maurata pull her to her feet. “And some of Chen's hoisin sauce?”

 “Now you’re talking!”