Warcraft 3: Broken Blessings

Chapter 17

"This is not an outfit!" Rosalia exclaimed at the two-piece skirt and top. The top looked like thin, strap-like vines that simply fit over her chest in a criss-cross way along the sides of her chest and tied up around her back and neck. The skirt resembled two flower petals in an upside-down tulip-like way. With the top being deep green and the skirt being rose pink with green overlay, Perhin was simply speechless at her. Her mid-section was left bare, and small slippers of deep green now graced her feet. She was also exposing far too much cleavage for her liking. He couldn't stop staring at her.

"So...they gave you a dress that resembled your name. I'm...hmm..." he thought to himself when he came around and now moved to pull her close. "I like this."

"I know you do, but...ugh. What if I get cold?" she frowned.

"I'll warm you," he muttered and nibbled along her jaw.

"And, if Kael'thas sees me like this...?"

"Quiet," he muttered and sat down to pull her into his lap. "Then again, you do bring up a point. Maybe you'll just remain here for my own enjoyment?"

"You would cage me?"

"Big difference. I'd be in the cage with you," he grinned a touch wolfishly at her blush.

"I really want to see my parents," she frowned and looked away. He studied her for a moment before nodding and letting her stand with him. It had been some time since they were taken in.

"Then let's go see how they are," he smiled and kissed her gently. She smiled and leaned into him when he led her out of their room. "You know, you haven't written much in your book. Maybe you should when we get back."

"Oh! Um...can you write with me? Maybe we can...take turns?" she asked with a soft blush.

"I would be honored to write in your book with you," he said with a gentle smile.

:Child. I am sorry for not being here of late. I have been helping the other spirits gain form and a bit of new recollection.: the guardian sighed and flew over in a sparrow form to land on Perhin's shoulder pauldron. She smiled and reached up to scratch between his wings.

"It's okay. Are you here to see my parents, too?" she beamed. He gave a small nod, and Perhin chuckled when he led them now. Malfurion had just walked out of the healing chamber and saw them walking over. As he approached them, Tyrande had found her way to them, too.

"Child, I have a question for you," she said calmly.

"Yes?" Rosalia asked.

"How can young Perhin not be affected by your magic? It does trouble me so!" she frowned.

"My heart, can such questions wait? I am sure she wishes to see her parents," Malfurion said.

"No, it's okay. Um, I'm honestly not sure. Perhin...well...I saved his life. He knew me before I knew of what I had contained in me," Rosalia tried to explain.

"When I touch you, I get jolted with intense magic!" Tyrande sighed. Then she paused when Rosalia reached out to touch her. "Odd! Now there is no sensation? I mean, it's there, but not like before. This is...very puzzling to me!"

"It's because she initiates the contact," Perhin mused when he put it together. "Because I am immune to her, I am fine. Malfurion, touch her arm."

"Very well," he said.

"And do not ask for her permission. I want to test something," Perhin smiled. Rosalia frowned, but she nodded with agreement to him. The Archdruid reached out and placed his hand on her arm. Then he staggered from the jolt she gave him. She became overly concerned, but he rose up his hand to show he was recovering. "I think it's defensive. Rosalia, give him permission to touch you."