Prompt- "Friendship", Kirian
“Kirian, darling, you live so dreadfully alone.” Veilyaa sat back, smiling at him. “There’s nearly enough room for someone else here! And it’s just you and your cat.”
“Perhaps I’ll get another cat, then.” He murmured, sketching out a rune pattern on a scroll.
“I worry about you. Here, all alone. You only have me as your friend and you slam the door in my face every opportunity you get.” He said nothing, and she frowned at his turned back. “Honestly, aren’t you even listening to me?”
He carefully inked in a rune with a black feather quill. “Veilyaa, I have work to do.”
“And so do I. You think I come here just because I enjoy speaking to the back of your head?!” She made a soft sound, and he rolled his eyes.
“I should have let you go to Orgrimmar.” He spoke out of resentment, out of bitterness, but perhaps she was immune to his venom by now.
She raised her chin. “Perhaps you should have. You swept in and spoke of concern about me, as if I could hardly take care of myself, speaking in riddles. You’re a vexing man, Kirian Dawningsun.”
He turned back to look at her for just a second, and then shrugged, returning back to the parchment. “Ah, is that so? Then I suppose I’m doing something right.”