Making her way back to the yard, she sat with her board and began to quick sketch the reorganization of troops. The blindsided looks on her children's faces amused her the most.
Lydia sat down beside her. "What's going on?"
"Grogek is putting together an elite force, and Jordan is taking over training of the rest of the yard."
"What about Darguni?"
"He's in that elite force."
"But... he's only thirteen."
"Fourteen next month." Elunara grinned. "And yet, he'll be one of the best."
"I guess..." Lydia considered. "Will you take over the juniors?"
"No."
"Will you train me?"
"Have you joined Jordan's training?"
"But he's..."
"Head trainer. That doesn't mean he won't train you. In fact, I'll make sure he still specially trains you."
"But I want you to..."
"Sweetie, I don't have enough hours in the day. The only way you can even keep up with my weekly, or monthly sessions, is if you join the yard. You need daily training."
"But..." Lydia fidgeted. "Sometimes my legs still bother me." She frowned. "I didn't want to tell you, because you worked so hard... but lately, they get really sore."
"Then tell me, doll. I can massage your legs. I also think that some of that is because you sit around and wait on me to train you. I'll get Jordan to make special exceptions for you, but if you don't put in the effort, I can't help you." She flagged Jordan down.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Lydia brings up a point. Who's dealing with the Juniors?"
Jordan considered. "I hadn't thought that far."
"Get Jerry and Louis. They'll be a perfect tag team for it."
He nodded. "Good idea."
Elunara quick sketched the shocked expressions on both men's faces.
"Elunara?"
She looked back at Lucy and Kaileen. "Hello, sugar dolls, come have a seat."
Kaileen bounced over and sat on the platform. "We've come to ask you for a really BIG favor." Kaileen giggled.
Lucy stepped in behind Kaileen and grinned down at Elunara. "I've asked her to marry me."
"Sweet."
Kaileen wrapped her arms around one of Elunara's. "Can you ask the King if we could get married in the Keep?" She giggled. "We've seen how he is with you. We thought..."
"Sure." Elunara grinned. "Got a wedding planner?"
"Not yet."
"I'll see what I can do."
The next day, Elunara wandered up to the Keep. When Varian had a moment, she sauntered over.
He ran his hand across her hip. "How goes the reorganization?"
"Smooth as butter. I came up to ask a minor favor."
"Anything." He grinned.
"Pfft, you may regret that statement one day. Anyhow, you remember Lucy?"
"The leather worker."
"And Kaileen, Jerry's mom?"
"The one who turned out to be hiding her true self?"
"The same. They're getting married, and asked if they could have the ceremony here."
"I see no problem with that."
"I see no reason to bug Ina for help, so if you could send a wedding planner at them, I'd be grateful.'
Varian waved a hand. "Ask Toppa. He handles ceremonies and things."
A few days later, Elunara blinked at Varian on her porch. "Hey, lover."
He held out a pair of envelopes. "I decided to drop these off, personally."
"Oh, really?" She grinned. Her eyes flicked down. The first was an invitation to the wedding. The other... she stared at it. "A ball?"
"I spent a fair amount of time having my brain swamped by details for the wedding. Why they ask me to approve all of this junk when it's not even my wedding..." He shook his head. "In any event, it brought to mind that night in Draenor when we were all partying to the morning hours, and I thought of you..." He touched his forehead to hers. "In that dress..." Pulling back, he grinned. "Three months should give Tulani ample time to make you something fantastic." He winked.
She tapped the envelopes on his breastplate. "You are a naughty boy."
"Are you turning me down?" He gave her a wicked grin.
