Spriggel ducked deep inside the cover of the silverleaf bush, anxiously peering through the branches for any sign of that elfin paladin. What had she, or more likely (obviously), another gnome ever done to that paladin that would have that elf lady fel-bent on chasing down a quiet (AND friendly) gnome gardener.
It was hard enough for Spriggel to make her way here from the Light Hope Chapel down south; there was a LOT of unpleasant territory that someone needed to clean up between the Chapel and Silvermoon City. Spriggel shook her head, accidently flapping some of the silverleaf branches. Whatever had those City elves been up to the last few years? Someone should point out the many threats barely to the south of their City, she thought in exasperation. (Regrettably, her own schedule was really too full at the moment to take care of that herself.) Spriggel quietly tsk’d to herself at the idiosyncratic blindness of another non-gnomic race while watching that paladin fly up a hill to the east and waddle down into the valley to the north.
Spriggel nestled into the bush a little longer to make certain that the elf lady had surely lost the trail, and while she waited she pulled out her notepad and pencil. Jotting down a few notes on the ‘safer’ paths she had found, particularly through the Ghostlands (the roads were being prowled by flocks of wild cats and spiders near the EPL border), she also fleshed out her rough map of Eversong Woods, paying particular attention to the 2 plinths she had found to the south and east around which some unusual bushes were found; she decided not to note the same bushes she’d found near the west tower, as that was where the elf (possibly a tower guard?) had “approached” her. Spriggel took a look out of the silverleaf bush but didn’t see nor hear any trace of the elf, but decided to wait a few more minutes just in case.
Pondering the unusual plant and what it might be good for, Spriggel opened her “Catalog”, a “book” of several planks of wood covered by extremely fine weave netherweave cloth, in which were sewn and pressed leafs, flowers, buds, and other plant parts, a compendium of the plants she had collected on this visit of hers to the Ghostlands and Eversong Woods, which with her notes would likely be well received by the herbalist back in Ironforge.
She quickly turned to the page with the leaf, spike flower, and root from the plinth plant (as she was calling it). It’s dark green leafs were similar in shape to the grasses on the Arathi Highlands & Hinterlands down south; the blood red color of the flower spikes (similar in shape to the Barren thistles on the other continent) was unlike any she’d seen; the almost transparent white roots were very fine allowing the whole plant to be easily pulled out of the ground. She gently touched the pretty, but so dark red, flowers while mulling over how this plant was similar and different from other well known plants, and whether it might have any worth outside of its obvious beauty. While she was eager to get this plant back to her contacts in Ironforge, she pondered whether to take the plants to Darnassus instead; perhaps the elves there, who were way more friendly than the local ones here, might know the uses of this plant employed by their local brethren.
So far, she had only found this plant in these far northern elfin lands, and particularly only near the weird, humming floating stones and plinths as well as near some of elf towers. It was at the tower in the west that she had gandered the unpleasant paladin. Not speaking elfin herself, Spriggel had approached the lady elf, waving greeting, making friendly flapping hand gestures, and speaking loudly in common: asking if the paladin would mind Spriggel collecting samples from the plants around the tower. Apparently the elf took unnecessary umbrage, and had then chased Spriggel across the hills, bugling like an angered goose, before Spriggel found her current hiding place.
Spriggel made a mental note to check the AAMS library for any books on learning Elf language and Elfen culture. She also pondered if, had she been wearing her AAMS uniform, the elf lady would have been any friendlier. Spriggel was fairly certain that it wouldn’t have mattered.
Not having seen nor heard the elf paladin for many minutes, Spriggel packed away her notes and Catalog and decided that it was fortuitous that she had suddenly realized that she definitely needed better details from the southern and eastern parts of her map. Having so decided, she quietly crept out of the bush and flew away. To the south. Safely. At least for a little while.
It was hard enough for Spriggel to make her way here from the Light Hope Chapel down south; there was a LOT of unpleasant territory that someone needed to clean up between the Chapel and Silvermoon City. Spriggel shook her head, accidently flapping some of the silverleaf branches. Whatever had those City elves been up to the last few years? Someone should point out the many threats barely to the south of their City, she thought in exasperation. (Regrettably, her own schedule was really too full at the moment to take care of that herself.) Spriggel quietly tsk’d to herself at the idiosyncratic blindness of another non-gnomic race while watching that paladin fly up a hill to the east and waddle down into the valley to the north.
Spriggel nestled into the bush a little longer to make certain that the elf lady had surely lost the trail, and while she waited she pulled out her notepad and pencil. Jotting down a few notes on the ‘safer’ paths she had found, particularly through the Ghostlands (the roads were being prowled by flocks of wild cats and spiders near the EPL border), she also fleshed out her rough map of Eversong Woods, paying particular attention to the 2 plinths she had found to the south and east around which some unusual bushes were found; she decided not to note the same bushes she’d found near the west tower, as that was where the elf (possibly a tower guard?) had “approached” her. Spriggel took a look out of the silverleaf bush but didn’t see nor hear any trace of the elf, but decided to wait a few more minutes just in case.
Pondering the unusual plant and what it might be good for, Spriggel opened her “Catalog”, a “book” of several planks of wood covered by extremely fine weave netherweave cloth, in which were sewn and pressed leafs, flowers, buds, and other plant parts, a compendium of the plants she had collected on this visit of hers to the Ghostlands and Eversong Woods, which with her notes would likely be well received by the herbalist back in Ironforge.
She quickly turned to the page with the leaf, spike flower, and root from the plinth plant (as she was calling it). It’s dark green leafs were similar in shape to the grasses on the Arathi Highlands & Hinterlands down south; the blood red color of the flower spikes (similar in shape to the Barren thistles on the other continent) was unlike any she’d seen; the almost transparent white roots were very fine allowing the whole plant to be easily pulled out of the ground. She gently touched the pretty, but so dark red, flowers while mulling over how this plant was similar and different from other well known plants, and whether it might have any worth outside of its obvious beauty. While she was eager to get this plant back to her contacts in Ironforge, she pondered whether to take the plants to Darnassus instead; perhaps the elves there, who were way more friendly than the local ones here, might know the uses of this plant employed by their local brethren.
So far, she had only found this plant in these far northern elfin lands, and particularly only near the weird, humming floating stones and plinths as well as near some of elf towers. It was at the tower in the west that she had gandered the unpleasant paladin. Not speaking elfin herself, Spriggel had approached the lady elf, waving greeting, making friendly flapping hand gestures, and speaking loudly in common: asking if the paladin would mind Spriggel collecting samples from the plants around the tower. Apparently the elf took unnecessary umbrage, and had then chased Spriggel across the hills, bugling like an angered goose, before Spriggel found her current hiding place.
Spriggel made a mental note to check the AAMS library for any books on learning Elf language and Elfen culture. She also pondered if, had she been wearing her AAMS uniform, the elf lady would have been any friendlier. Spriggel was fairly certain that it wouldn’t have mattered.
Not having seen nor heard the elf paladin for many minutes, Spriggel packed away her notes and Catalog and decided that it was fortuitous that she had suddenly realized that she definitely needed better details from the southern and eastern parts of her map. Having so decided, she quietly crept out of the bush and flew away. To the south. Safely. At least for a little while.
