Maurata had fallen into bed at some point in the night, damp and flumped into her pillow.
"He still a sea cow?" Rhasody asked sleepily.
"I don't want to talk about it." came the healer's muffled reply.
* * *
Morning revealed why the two had separate covers, and even still the colourful pile of blankets and comforters on the massive bed contained some of Rhasody's. It was the compromise on Rhasody liking to sleep with the windows open, Rhasody got the window to be open, Maurata got ridiculous amounts of bedding. Rhasody was willing to agree that when one lived in an upper tower in Dalaran, the nights could get a little chilly. Still, Rhas thought Maurata was being a bit of a drama queen about it.
The hunter stuck a hand in the pile of blankets until she found fur. "C'mon, you gotta get up. You have a meeting with Velen and Illidan." The sun wasn't yet over the lip of the edge of the flying city, but it would be soon enough.
"Nrrrr." came the muffled and grumpy reply. "Fuck Illidan."
"You can if you want, but I hear he's in love with a whiny elf.. and he desperately needs dental work."
A yawn and then a whine interrupted the replying profanity.
"C'mon, I'll make you pancakes." Rhasody offered, clambering off the bed.
"With syrup?" was the hopeful response.
"AND jam." The hunter offered as a bribe.
There was a thoughtful pause. "No, I'm gonna sleep."
Rhasody rolled her eyes and left Maurata to it. The shaman wouldn't manage to fall back asleep anyway now that she was awake. Rhasody had complete faith in the evil of bladders.
* * *
Soon enough the plate of pancakes was empty, the mug of tea was half-empty, and Maurata had progressed to lying with her head on the table, muttering things like "Just kill me," while she snuck Flit, Rhasody's pet nether ray, scraps of food. To say the shaman was not a morning person was an understatement.
Rhasody stood behind Maurata and rubbed the other woman's shoulders, "I know, you're not a morning person, but there's an invasion to stop, a war to be won, mana buns to be eaten."
"Mana buns are dry and bland. Mages need to learn how to cook." Maurata grumbled before sitting up with a martyred look. "Would a little filling or sauce kill them?"
"Personally, I don't think they can be very nutritional anyway. I know mana is just some form of energy, but .. blech." Rhasody stole a cuddle from behind, nuzzling the spot between neck and shoulder.
"Do I really really have to go meet with the stupid Illidari and the stupid space priest?" Maurata asked, hugging Rhasody's hands. "Can't I just throw them off Dalaran and let the fishies sort it out?"
"Illidan can fly." Rhasody pointed out, "And we need the space priest for his space ship. Although, why the stupid mages can't just open a portal between here and there is beyond me. What use is Khadgar anyway?"
Maurata took on a haughty look and did her best human accent, "Mages, while beings of great power, can not teleport to places they have never been.. and while warlocks can open portals between the realms, Argus is well defended from such magics from unauthorized sources."
"Not to mention fel magic gives anyone with sense the heebie jeebies," Rhasody grumbled.
Maurata shrugged slightly, "At least they're our creepy fel worshipping mad men and women.. and their cookies are tasty and surprisingly fel free."
Rhasody shuddered, fur spiking. "Bleeeeh."
Maurata chuckled, getting to her feet, turning to give Rhasody a quick kiss, "Thank you for breakfast."
"You're welcome, grumpy puss."
"What are your plans for the day?" Maurata asked as she pat Flit.
"I'm going to Undercity to see what the hell our Warchief is doing and why she isn't involved in anything. The human leader has been awfully absent too. They loan out their mercenaries and champions to the cause, but where are the armies? And what the hell is Proudmoore up to? Too many leaders are absent, and I want to know why."
Maurata booped Rhasody's nose, "My sneaky little curious bug. Good luck in your hunt."
"You too," Rhasody said as she watched the shaman pick up a pack and throw the strap over her shoulder. "Try to resist throwing Illidan off the city."
"No promises," Maurata said entirely too cheerfully, walking out the door.
It was about then Rhasody noticed Maurata had stolen the stack of sea-feather buns she'd been saving for dinner.
