Couldn't deny a bit of guilt as he watched the slow reluctance of the shaman as she gathered her clothing, which was surprisingly ordered as it lay in a neat pile by the table. He stood there, marveling at Aelena's beauty, at her sensuous figure, at her smooth, glistening skin. He, too, mourned that they had to postpone their coupling, but at least they could. He growled softly, eyes narrowing seductively as they fixed on those hips, on the beckoning swish of her tail, and that appetizing bounce of that juicy draenei rump. His fingers, as well as his spent cock, twitching with every soft thump of her hooves, and for a moment he began to stalk her again.<br/><br/>He stopped short, reiterating to himself why he'd halted their lovemaking in the first place, and quickly began to mimic her actions, gathering his clothing and dressing. He did catch those eyes of hers lingering appreciatively over his body though, and he was sure to flex whichever muscle was in view for his lover and to give her a teasing show for the few moments it took him to dress. He didn't wear anything special, considering that he'd be shedding his clothing for his shapeshifting. He did, however, pack several potions, taking a few and handing them to Aelena.<br/><br/>“Drink these now. They'll help with stamina and alertness.”<br/><br/>He took his time even handing her the small vials, rolling them gently into her hands, allowing his fingers to glide over hers, for the tips to play against each other. His eyes found hers and held them as his lips spread into a warm, pleasant smile. Her eyes were a brilliant blue hue, her darker, blackish blue hair was a bit disheveled, but radiant and alluring, her skin glistening, almost sparkling, and her scent was, at least to the primal senses of the druid, a mixed aroma of her natural scent, sweat, and sex. Had she not done such a masterful job sating his hunger, at least for the moment, he would have pounced her again.<br/><br/>He didn't though, likely to the dismay of both of t hem. No, there was something more important for the pair to accomplish right now, and he knew that they must see it through. Once they were dressed and had imbibed the two potions each, they were off at a brisk, steady walk toward the meeting place with Rivern. They arrived in remarkable time, and Iylldrraen was already attempting to formulate excuses for arriving reeking as they did. The questions or comments never left Rivern's lips, though, but his eyes were on them both, fierce, wild eyes, bright and brilliant, piercing them both.<br/><br/>“Come along, you two. We need to get you ready. Shapeshift, please.”<br/><br/>There was no condemnation in the ancient elf's voice, but there was the hint of slight irritation, as though he was scolding two youths. In a sense, it was quite appropriate, and Iylldrraen couldn't help but wink playfully to Aelena when Rivern wasn't looking. He was also tempted to whisper to her, but he knew all too well that the Winter Rider would hear. He shapeshifted first, his sleek feline form prowling into position for the elven assistants to paint him to perfectly resemble a saber, as well as bind a magically enchanted stone to his neck to bait the Blue Flight dragons. He felt so alive, so liberated in his feral form, and for a moment he would be able to claim residence of Winterspring, disguised as he was as a Winter saber. What's more, he would be with his love. There was nothing more the druid needed in his life.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>