coffee

(( Vocal reading of this piece available here.

The muscles in Heulwen’s face were beginning to tire.  Keeping them locked to maintain an expression of intense interest was starting to take a toll.  Her left eye twitched.

SUMMER

The summer sun beat punishingly down upon Dustwallow Marsh, trapping the moisture between ground and canopy in a stifling vacuum of humidity.  Though the sweat rolled down her back, Sinobel Alayna was happy to be on patrol.  It suited her talents, and at least she didn't have to wear the platemail of Her Lady's Elven Guard. 

Air

Trees whispering as waves of salty breezes rustle through their golden canopies across Eversong Woods...So many voices, somewhat irregular, yet singing in harmony.  Relaxing.  Soothing.  Tranquil.  Many hours lost breathing deeply in meditation.

“Ari’ella...”  The trees are not the only ones whispering.

“Mum...?”  My heart leaps to hope.

“You may not always have a healing potion on hand so remember your ABC’s.”  Words of wisdom instructed to me, her apprentice.

“Aye, mum, Airway, Breathing and Circulation.”  The repetition of my first aid training had begun to bore me and all I wanted was to return to my trees and listen to their songs.  “It can save lives...I got it.”  I assure her.

(( I'm really enjoying this as a chance to show little snippets about the character that don't necessarily show up in-game or aren't enough to make a full story out of. Here are my first ten for Quetsul--I'll post more later, but I don't want to do too many at once!))

((I figured I'd give this a try, only three to start with, but I'm interested in writing something for the entire list.))

5: Coffee

She still remembers her first taste of the dark liquid. Bitter and energizing. Rich and decadent, mixed with chocolate. A smooth treat that would haunt her memories as she studied the rituals and nuances of demonology and fel in the murky depths of a Stormwind pub; a front for darkness.

(( First entry for the 50 Words, 50 Short Stories challenge! ))

Air
It was always an intense rush of feeling after jumping, the way the air would whip about when you were in a free fall was exhilarating. He would wait to activate the slow falling spell until the last second, and then would float gently to the ground. 

((My first entry for the 50 Word, 50 Short Story writing exercise)) 

Air
A tower amidst many in Silvermoon City seems to catch fire like all the other towers of white and gold under the morning sunlight.  A balcony door opens and out steps the Priestess, wearing a robe of clean white cotton as her only armor against the chill of the dawn.  She takes a slow, deep breath… and a small smile curves full lips.  Eternal spring in Eversong, perhaps – but she can still taste the scent of autumn in the air.

"What are you supposed to be?"

I finished my cup of coffee and made a mental note to thank F'Sharri. Girl had surprising good taste.

Cerwis and Ira circled each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.  Ira lashed out first, directing a punch at her face. Cerwis ducked and darted under his arm, knowing that he didn't carry his momentum after a punch like he should.

 Something was up. 

Some decisions are born of great ideas, some are born of desperation…and some..like the one I made…are based on desperation and just the right timing.

So last night in Horde side /realmportal channel, the topic came up towards the end of the Fancy Cakes roleplaying event of thinking about the coffee (or tea) orders your character would likely get as their "regular" if they were to wander in to a coffee shop. This being WoW, alcohol is allowed to be included in your drink order (i.e. spiced rum in your pineapple/mango frappucino) and you can use small/medium/large sizes. This ain't no Starbucks!

So would your character be a small strawberries & cream frappucinno with whip person? Would they hanker for an iced double-shot Americano? Maybe they can't get through a day without a hot raspberry herbal tea with organic honey?

Tell us what tantalizes their tastebuds!