23 - Cuvette forestière (by P’tit Ours)
A knot formed in Maiev’s stomach upon the mention of Tigule and Foror’s Strawberry Ice Cream. How could the young druid possibly know of her eating habits? Maiev made sure to keep all her food-binging and emotional outbursts as private of an ordeal as possible.
"I don’t even like that vile, overly-sweet toxic waste that they claim to be ice cream.” Maiev lied, licking her lips to stop the drool from escaping her mouth at the thought of eating some Tigule and Foror’s Strawberry Ice Cream. “Someone, such as myself, has no time for frozen confectioneries, especially when there are interminable criminals abound.”
"What?" Maiev’s ears perked as she heard the stranger’s voice mention Dalaran. "I don’t know what you are talking about. Why by the Gods would I even attempt to contaminate myself by walking the streets of such a foul place." She turned away from the stranger as if she was afraid they would see through her helmet and notice that she flushed a deep violet.
Damn! She thought to herself as she rushed away from the stranger, taking a turn to her right into the forest. How would they know about what I was doing in Dalaran? It couldn’t be all those baked goods… as I made sure that no one saw me eating those, Maiev’s armoured fingers clasped together in her nervousness. And there are so many silver coins in that fountain anyway; it’s not like they have my wish… attached to my coin in any sort of way, right? That would be ridiculous.