At dawn, while the sky was still barely light, Deren quietly came down the stairs. Soft sounds were already coming from the kitchen.
Sure enough, when he gently pushed open the door, a shy, expectant smiling face greeted him.
A pair of soft, delicate hands silently wrapped around him, followed by a long forbidden spell—Suffocation.
"Come on, Deren!" Jaina took Deren by the hand and led him into the kitchen. "Want some pancakes? Flip them from side to side, crisp and delicious."
Deren nodded. It had been a long time since he had eaten any. No, he was only doing this to fulfill his agreement with Azeroth's Soul!
Having found himself an excuse, he got to work with practiced efficiency. Slowly, the temperature in the kitchen rose, and sweat appeared on both of them.
They figured that no one would disturb them this early. With the sounds of breakfast preparation as cover, they threw themselves heart and soul into their morning workout.
Amid all the noises in the kitchen, no one noticed the door quietly open and a figure slip inside. As if she had discovered a new continent, she saw the two of them pressed tightly together as they made breakfast. A delighted smile appeared on her face.
By the time Deren felt a scorching body lean against his back, things had already developed beyond his expectations.
When another voice joined the sounds in the kitchen, Old Dragon Mother downstairs twitched an ear, bit her lip, then pulled up the blanket and fiercely covered her entire head.
At the same time, Onyxia, who had still been sleeping with her eyes closed, suddenly woke up. After holding her breath and listening for a while, she gave a soft snort and went back to sleep.
For this breakfast, Deren put in