Yllithia grinned to herself as she eyed Rynylious from the door way. Shortly after dusk, time and time again she'd slipped through the halls of the temple, taking up this very spot, cloaked in shadows to gaze at the older druid. It was the best time to do so due to his abnormal sleeping schedule. He always seemed to bathe before taking up to his reading and retiring for what most Kaldorei would consider their day, but Rynylious' night. Handsome was too weak of a word to use. His evening ritual would leave his long teal hair tinted to a ocean blue. The usual braids removed causing it to flow down past his shoulders in rippling waves, his desk lamp illuminating the silvery strands within the sea causing them to sparkle as if it truly were at mercy to the ebb and flow of the moon.
But it wasn't just his hair. There wasn't an unappealing feature on this man. High cheek-bones, enticing golden eyes, a strong jaw. Oh, it was enough to make any female swoon, and swoon they did for him. His softly tinted skin, unblemished, pulled around tight muscles, slowly flexing as he scratched away at his parchment. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, clearly pondering something, thus exposing his solidly formed abdomen. A small trail of teal running down from his belly-button past where his kilt covered. The kilt usually came off once he climbed onto his mattress, and, although Yllithia wouldn't allow herself the pleasure of peeping at him nude, she managed a glimpse of his athletic rear the first night she learned he slept uninhibited before blushing and stalking off. He ran a hand over his groomed mustache and beard bringing his fingers under his chin, then picking up the quill he began writing whatever it was he was always working on before bed.
Yllithia parted her lips in a silent sigh. Every few nights for the last month she would repeat this ritual of gawking at her elder. She never got tired of starting off her day watching him end his. Pressing her lips with a wry grin she readied herself to stealth off, it was getting on into the night. Surely the next time he moved from his desk he'd stretch as was his usual routine, before carelessly tossing off his kilt and... the thought made her blush.
"You're not as sneaky as you'd like to think you are." Yllithia froze, her heartbeat quickened, she'd been found out, perhaps it was a stab in the dark? No, it was too precise. She pressed herself against the wall, trying to smother any sign of her in shadows. Rynylious shook his head disapprovingly, pen still moving on paper, eyes still on his task. She had been spotted, time for some quick thinking.
Yllithia nearly leapt from around the corner, putting her winning smile on her face and trying her darnedest to flare her cute youth. With a quick bow she put the lie in motion, "I wasn't sneaking mi'lord, merely waiting for the right time. You see, I was sent to speak with you and noticed you were busy with your work, so I didn't want to bother you, or interrupt, or anything of the sort. I can always come back at another time, I've not much to really do, and it's late, I didn't even expect you to be up and was going to return if you were sleeping, before my bed time." She fumbled the words quickly out of her mouth not even taking time to breath between sentences.
Rynylious put down his writing utensil, leaning back in his chair with a sardonic smile he cast a glance towards the young Kaldorei.
"You're also not as good at lying as you'd like to think you are."
Ylli flushed shifting her weight uncomfortably. She wasn't supposed to bother the residents of the temple, in fact, besides common areas she wasn't supposed to interact with them at all. They were learned, busy beings, she but a child that wasn't training in the ways of Elune, nor offering any productive assistance. She'd been reprimanded on several occasions for distracting others so-called busy work. It's why she took to stalking the shadows listening. Rarely had she been found out, and on those rarities she could easily talk her way out of it with a sweet smile and polite words. Surely Rynylious wasn't going to let her get out of it this time. He was quick, it wasn't hard to see how much more he understood than most. Her father was sure to lock her up with him in the libraries for the next week if he caught wind, which was bound to happen if word got out about her spying.
"Sir..." She started. "If my father finds out I disrupted you in your work..." Ylli sighed looking down in an over dramatic sign of depression to which she was abruptly shaken from by a loud laugh from the druid.
"Oh by Cenarious himself! You've some potential Yllithia. Someday you shall command all you cast your gaze upon." Still chuckling he shook his head. "I'm not going to tell your father. I understand how boring the same stone floors can be, don't think you've been overlooked by those around you. Your presence in our quarters is not unknown, no matter how many others pretend you don't exist but as a nuisance."
Yllithia's blush darkened at his understanding. She beamed at the compliment. "Someday elder, we can only hope."
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