Pink Rose [1]

"Azeroth's Grumpiest Two-Year Old"

Quest Objective: Do NOT piss off a dragon. 

"What is wrong with her?"

"She's had that putrid smile on her face for the past few minutes."

"What happened? Did frosting start raining from the sky? Is it a cult—did she join a cult? Look at her eyes; there's something disturbing there."

"Perhaps it's from a volatile addiction. Like goblin cigars or sniffing slime."

"...People really do that? Ew."

My smile faded into a scowl. "I'm right here."

Jaina and Sylvanas shrugged across the table. "Sorry. It's just...we've never seen you so happy before. Ever."

My irrational and slightly hostile breakfast club agreed to meet with me in the tavern of the mists. The bar was used to passive aggressiveness, given Wrathion lived here, but there was a new air of tension with Jaina and Sylvanas present.

It didn't really bother me. I was in a good mood lately. Did it have to do with the living embodiment of sunshine, rainbows, and mana buns that also happened to be a prince? Probably.

"What brought on this new disgusting glow of... joy?" Sylvanas spat the word like it was a fatal illness.

I tilted my head nonchalantly. Andy and I had agreed that it wasn't wise for everyone to know that the Prince of Stormwind and an ex-Horde scout from Outland were dating—and it would be even more treacherous if Garrosh learned of it. So I couldn't tell anyone. And that sucked, because I really wanted to brag about it.

"Dunno. I just feel great. And righteous. Like one of those Scarlet Crusaders that thought they were purifying everything," I grinned.

Jaina's face scrunched up at the metaphor. She leaned over to Sylvanas. "I don't like Happy Eona. She reminds me of when I used to have hopes and dreams. Take her back."

"Patience." Sylvanas told her. "Some people have the Emerald Dream. Eon has the Eona Dream. She'll snap out of this trance eventually and her sanity will be restored."

"I can still hear you," I remarked.

"Damn your elven ears." Jaina scowled. She sat up, "Are we allowed to discuss murder and bloodthirst in the Eona Dream?"

"Yes. What's the gist, arcanist?"

Jaina eyed me warily. Then she stole Sylvanas' drink, a strong draught of Brainsmasher Brew. Jaina took a long sip before putting the bottle down.

"Alright," Jaina's voice was hoarse. She cleared her throat, "I tried Varian's anger management class, and I got kicked out for throwing a fireball at the instructor's face."

"That's nothing." Sylvanas rolled her eyes. "One of the apothecaries had the gall to disobey my direct orders. As recompense for his actions, I took his teeth."

"...His teeth?"

"Yes. Yanked them out one by one myself."

Stars. What would she do if she found out about Anduin...? My smile completely vanished.

"And the Eona Dream has ended." Sylvanas smirked cruelly.

Fine. I'll talk about my problems. Time to transfer from the Eona Dream to the Eona Nightmare, please stand by.

"There's this...person, that I really care about." I had to be careful when describing Andy. This was not the right audience to deliver a rant about his cuteness to. "But they're also a huge klutz, and they injured themselves recently."