Elunara whistled her way down to the yard. Seeing Grogek and Jordan beside the platform, she grinned to herself. When she stepped in between them, she tucked her arms around theirs. "How are my favorite Generals?"
"Someone's in a better mood." Grogek kissed the top of her head.
"Definitely." She smiled up at him. "I chewed some ass, aided my sister, and barely took any effort in doing so."
"Good."
"Sounds like a fairly standard day for you." Jordan laughed.
"It is." She kissed his neck. "I thought I'd see how the yard was, before I headed into the Keep. I need to let Toppa know he's arranging yet another wedding."
"Oh, he's going to love that." Susan called down from her platform.
"I swear, the look of terror on his face is always worth it." Elunara giggled. "I think he worries our guests will steal the silverware."
"Or the horde will pick that day to attack."
"Only the stupidest of horde will attack on a day that Stormwind is filled to capacity around the King."
"Didn't they attack Ironforge the last time you had a major event?"
"Moira was livid with me."
"Not your fault." Susan shrugged.
"Tell that to Moira." Elunara rolled her eyes.
"I'm not the diplomat." She giggled.
"Don't make me come up there, little missy."
"And do what?"
"I'll think of something."
"Now ladies," Jordan chuckled. "Don't make me separate you two."
"He's lying," Elunara winked. "He wants to see us mud wrestle."
"In skimpy bikinis." Jordan nodded sagely.
"Hey, those are my wives you're talking about." Grogek admonished. "It'd be more entertaining naked."
"Oh, you two." Susan blushed. "Not like I get into public spectacles like the rest of this silly family."
"Speaking of public spectacles, we should do the Grove again soon. I'm hungry." Elunara stretched and twisted.
Rubbing his hand over Elunara's hip, Grogek nipped at her neck. "Just tell me when."
"Not tonight. I plan on tossing Emaline in her room and mauling Varian afterwards."
"How is she handling princess lessons?" Susan went back to her painting.
"Like a duck to water. She's a natural at it." Elunara pulled herself up on to the platform. "She's the complete opposite of Lulu. Lulu hated every minute, and Ema loves every bit of the attention."
"Lulu just proved she was yours." Jordan rubbed his hand on her thigh. "Ema's knack for anything is yours as well."
"Well, Emaline is feeding on the energy like I do. She needs the attention; she burns it off in play."
"That's frightening."
"I felt it while I was pregnant. She leeched off of my energy, and now... let's just say, the teen years are going to be a mess."
With a nod, Grogek considered. "She has enough parents to keep her baser desires in check. We'll keep an eye on her." He patted her other leg. "Just like this yard. I SAW THAT!" He turned and walked away.
"Oh man, that guy is so dead." Jordan chuckled.
Elunara watched Grogek ream one of his elite core. "In times of peace, it's difficult to maintain a sense of urgency in a core such as Grogek's. There's really nothing for them to do to keep them sharp."
Jordan stretched and sighed. "Boy do I know that. I wish the horde would attack more often. I think they're afraid of us these days. Not even adventure groups try an outright attack on Stormwind anymore."
"Less adventurers these days." Elunara nodded. "Once again, not enough to keep them active in the main cities. They're all off in worlds unknown fighting more interesting battles."
"Is it wrong to wish we'd get attacked by something worth a challenge?"
"Just proving you're Grogek's true brother." She leaned down and kissed Jordan's temple. "It's true though. I miss Draenor; down in the thick of things, seeing the world as we molded it by cutting a path across. Stormwind is the safest city to be in and it almost feels too safe. We live day to day, never worried, somewhat bored."
"Life is never boring when you're around." Jordan laughed.
