Iylldrraen decided to take advantage of his lovers’ weariness, shedding his garments with care, as though not to alert Aelena. Once naked, the feral druid circled the spring to where his draenei sat, eyes closed, basking in the soothing, warm vapors and massaging undercurrent of the hot spring. Agile elf finger tips titillated smooth draenei skin, each tender tickle banishing any remaining tension, though there was a bit of force and he worked to direct her to move forward. Being a natural formation, the springs’ slight, sloping incline would easily accommodate two individuals.<br/><br/>Through the repetitive gurgling of the warm water and the babbling of the popping and fizzing bubbles, a soft elven purr would rise a pitch higher to reach the draenei’s ears. “Mind if I share this spot with you, lover?”<br/>His wait would not be long, and though his druidic nature allowed a certain level of resistance to extreme climates, he was naked and this was Winterspring. The otherwise graceful elf practically fell into the hot spring behind his lover, splashing slightly. Once positioned properly, those tender elven lips found Aelena’s silky ears, clamping gently to guide her back into him. Once he felt her smooth, silken skin against his, his teeth released her ear, his head leaning forward as he nuzzled his cheek against hers. A soft, content rumble emitted from the druid as he held his lover, and though his arousal was evident, it was not full, simply content to hold her. His lips pressed to her cheek as his arms coiled around her waist, one reaching up to grab at a cloth and some soap. Again that soft elven melody would call to her, barely disrupting the soothing hot spring back to reality.<br/><br/>“The letter states that there is increased activity of the Worgen, or rather, something similar to Worgen. The people of Hillsbrad claim that they are not typical Worgen, that some behave in an animalistic manner, as though unable to speak; others behave with keen intellect, able to behave like a humanoid in Were form.”<br/><br/>Pausing a moment, Iylldrraen would dip the cloth in the spring, lifting it to lather with soap, then to move it to Aelena’s shoulder. His lips pressed against her neck as his deceptively strong, gentle hand guided the cloth back and forth over her skin, as though he was polishing porcelain. Once he was satisfied with the gentle shimmer of the water on her skin, he would apply an approving kiss before moving to her other shoulder; then the soft-spoken elf would begin again.<br/>“It is a mutual fear that the Worgen have been tampering with their condition again, that they have been manipulating their blood and mingling it with magic and chemicals; it would seem that Arugal’s work is endless.”<br/><br/>After speaking, the elf’s’ tender touch seemed to tense, skipping over her skin rather than sliding. Another pause ensued, this one long enough to break any calming effect of the hot spring. “I will not lie to you, Aelena: I would prefer if you did not join me, not because you are not competent or capable, but because I love you, possibly more than myself, and I fear what I would do if something were to happen to you.”<br/><br/>There was no melody in the broken elven voice, his head nudging against hers as tension shook the otherwise strong elven arms holding Aelena tight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>