"By Elune," the Elven priestess said as she opened the heavy wooden door to the cottage. "You make everything more difficult Vala, has anyone ever told you that?" she said irritably as she kicked off her simple cloth boots as soon as she stepped inside, feeling the cool, aged oak against the soles of her feet. Kyndraea lifted her heavy satchel off of her shoulders, tossing it haphazardly against the wall before making her way over to the nearest chair, practically falling down into it with a small grunt. She slid the empty chair beside her over and kicked her feet up onto it, finally settling down into some much needed relaxation.
It didn't last long as Kyn noticed her Draenei companion enter, shutting the door behind her without locking it. "Gah! You never remember to lock the door!" the elf spat out in frustration, the stresses of the day driving her wild reaction to such a small thing. With a sigh she agonized as she stood up out of her chair, walking over to the door and properly locking it. "Just because of that, you're starting the fire!" The priestess exhaled loudly, as if she was trying to exorcise her annoyance, as she made the unbearably long journey back to her chair, plopping down once more.
"I don't even know why I bring you along on these outings, I do all the work!" Kyndraea said, partly out of irritation, but also because she knew that it would aggravate her companion. If she was going to suffer, she certainly wasn't going to do it alone. "I don't know how you survived before you met me. With how much I have to heal you, you'd think you were facing the entire Legion out there, not a handful of bandits!" The elf set her elbow up on the table beside her, leaning the side of her head lifelessly in her palm and letting her eyelids drift shut.<|im_end|>
Were all priestesses this nagging or was it only the elves?" Vala couldn't know truly, having only ever known one - Kyndraea - and right now, she was really wishing she had picked out a different companion all those years ago. Kyndraea was a piece of work, no doubt about that, but she was also a skilled healer and spellcaster in combat, and being devoid of any magical talents herself and relying on sword and shield for her protection, the Draenei wasn't in any position to boot her off. Not that she would want to anyway. She might be worse than a blithering croon when she was stressed, but she was still her closest friend, and rival, if one wants to get into all those labels. Right now though, she was more befitting of the blithering croon moniker.
No words were given by Vala as she entered after Kyn into the cozy little cottage they called home, albeit temporarily while they had business in the region. Mirroring the slender elf, the Draenei slid off her leather gloves and boots and tossed them carelessly to the side, letting them fall on the oak where they may, and went to hang up her sword and shield so she could finally get out of this unbearably hot gambeson. She was wearing nothing underneath, only covering below her waist with some briefs and girding her sizable chest with some bandages, her pale white body glistening with sweat from the heat and exertion.
"Hey, I'm the one doing the heavy lifting here, princess. You just stand behind me like a scared little bitch and do your little magic hands thing," Kyndraea rebutted, padding over to where she was sitting so she could hop up onto the table she was leaning on, crossing her legs as she slouched against the wall. "And what kind of priestess complains about healing? That is literally your job description!" she exclaimed with equal fervor, furiously drinking up the ale she'd managed to bag from the bandits they'd just slaughtered.<|im_end|>