Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Blonde hair was a mess of tangles as it fell in the face of an angry green eyed blood elf. Aereth Firestar was annoyed as she stared at the door that had just been slammed in her face. The rough wood was only an inch from the tip of her nose, a main part of why she was so pissed off. You did NOT have to slam the DOOR! She yelled, kicking the offending blockade before she turned on her heel. Her traveling bag had been tossed out with her, which she snatched up from the road. She may have started an argument with a mixed group within the Inn she was now staring at from across the road. Aereth was a little lost on the current events list, and her ignorance was making it a little harder to maintain civil conversations with anyone outside of The Sunreaver's Sanctuary. Maybe I shouldn't open my mouth, She muttered softly under her breath, lifting a hand to untangle her long blonde locks. After leaving her brother, Thilonn, behind to suffer out his existence as a Wretched, she took to the Sunreavers, who sent her off to Northrend to aid in the battle with the Lich King. After ten years of freezing the tips of her ears off, she decided to leave. She hadn't realized ten years in Northrend would leave her so out of the loop with everything else that was going on. Unsure of where she wanted to go, she decided to travel to Dalaran before returning home. She wasn't experiencing any hostility in the city, but she got a few looks occasionally when she left the Sanctuary. Choosing to ignore them, she continued her exploration of the city, thankful to be away from the snow and ice. Knowing she was in need of another place to stay for the evening, she followed the road to go to the Legerdomain Lounge. She didn't really want to spend the entire remainder of the day looking for a place to stay, so she was hopeful the Inn would have room for her. Upon entering she looked around, her back straight and her head held high. Spotting the owner, she walked over, offering a civil smile, I'm in need of a room... She started. The man looked her up and down for a moment and then narrowed his eyes, Ahh Ahh. You're that damn elf I keep hearing about. Picking fights in every Inn this side of the Sanctuary... He was shaking his head and Aereth gaped at him. I have NOT been starting fights! She snapped, her brows furrowing in irritation. How dare YOU say such things... The man leaned over the bar he stood behind, his eyes filled with his annoyance, I don't run no fighting ring here, I don't need your trouble. Get on your way! It was obvious she wasn't getting a room. How had word spread so fast? How did he even recognize her? Aereth looked down at her appearance, wondering if she should have changed. The fur lined armor she still sported from the Northrend must have been more of a statement than she realized. I don't PLAN to start any fights! Aereth argued. The owner rounded the bar, coming towards her with every intention of dragging her outside. Hey! Hey! She complained, stepping out of his grasp gracefully. I get it! She growled, turning with a scowl. I'm not welcome... Aereth didn't give the man another look, but marched out of the Inn, pushing past a particular night elf on her way. I don't start fights... She muttered bitterly under her breath, kicking the front door as she left. Aereth waited till the door to the Inn slammed shut behind her before her shoulders slumped slightly. Not sure what she was doing, she leaned against the side of the Inn, hoping at least there she wouldn't get a door slammed in her face.