The morning was warm, perhaps unusually so for the woodlands of Eversong. It only made the wildlife seem more alive than ever; the chorus of birds twittering loudly in their amber-leaved trees and the low, guttural yawns of Springpaw Lynxes as they lazed on the grass permeating the still air. It was all quite peaceful, Aeryn mused. That was until he approached closer to the small workshop hidden deep in the thickets, well out of the way of prying eyes. His ears twitched as they caught the faint sound of a rhythmic clanking, accompanied by more than a few strained grunts.
'Belore... have I come at a bad time?'
He thought, slowing his pace as he pondered turning back. He didn't wish to disturb whatever in the Sun's name was going on in there. Or well...
The curiosity was too much, and with a wistful grin he snuck himself ever closer. He wasn't a small Blood Elf by any means, a trained Blood Knight, he wasn't quite made for sneaking. Nevertheless he tried his best as he pressed his muscular back to the wall and edged his way to the curtained doorway. Flicking one of the thin drapes aside slightly he poked his head through, taking a quick glance around the small room. He let out a small sigh of relief, and an even smaller one of disappointment as his eyes came into contact with the source of the dubious noises.
Hunched over the workbench in the centre of the room was his friend and fellow Knight, Soraya. She appeared to be working tirelessly, trying to hammer one piece of metal into a hole clearly too small for it, those same strained grunts passing her lips with ever loud smack of the hammer.
Aeryn had to admit, he didn't have a bad view of things at all. It was here that she came to relax and get away from the world, and as such it was one of the few places she could be spotted without her imposing red and black regalia of a Blood Knight. In contrast, she had very little on, and rightfully so -- it was stifling! She wore no shoes; her long, shapely legs exposed all the way to a pair of what seemed to be makeshift, black hot-pants, ripped clumsily at the seams. Aeryn grinned slightly, clocking the large, intricate, skin-toned tattoo that sprawled across her left thigh. He'd not seen that before! Hanging loosely from her hip was a small satchel, filled with various tools, screws and bolts, ever threatening to spill over as she moved. She donned a rather ragged looking, sweat drenched top that only served to cover her ample bust, leaving her midriff exposed to the air. Her long, ashen-blonde locks were tied tightly in a high pony-tail, keeping them well away from her face and back and a pair of carefully engineered goggles rested high on her forehead. Sweat dripped and rolled across her forge-tanned skin and, in places, she was covered in grease. Whatever she had been working on, she'd been working on it hard. With a more curvaceous figure than most, she wasn't typically beautiful by the standards of her people, yet seeing her how she was now, Aeryn could understand the pleasures of having a little extra to play with.
He stepped into the room and just let himself ogle for a good while more, arms folded across his chest as she worked away. When he was quite done looking (at her backside, at least) he gently cleared his throat. She jumped slightly, caught unaware, then turned herself around and perched on the edge of the workbench, wiping her wrist across her forehead.
"Oh, hey Aeryn. I almost forgot I'd asked you to come over," she grinned playfully, placing her hammer down beside her. "Did you bring Overcharged Capacitor?"
"You mean this thing?" He shook the small device in his hand, and sent a rather confused look her way.
"Looks about right!"
"It's just a box, if you ask me..." He tossed it her way.
"And this is why I'm the engineer and you pick flowers in your spare time!"
"They're herbs! Not flowers!"
She chuckled, catching capacitor, eyeing it carefully before returning her gaze to him. He gave her a wide grin, stepping a little closer to her.
"It's unusual to see you like this, you know?"
"Like this?"
"Relaxed," he hesitated. "And well... dressed down."
She smiled slightly at him, pushing herself around on the bench, spreading her legs to straddle across the corner. She placed her hands together between them, drumming on the edge playfully.
"You don't look so bad out of uniform yourself, you know? Enjoying your day off?"
