The wind picked up. Jaina stood atop the tower, her pale dress fluttering behind her, its bodice pressed against her chest. Even her long, loose mage robes could not hide her curves.
With the watchtower's help, the mages could extend the range of their Clairvoyance Spells to its limits. A Level Seven Archmage like Jaina could use the Arcane Watchtower to survey more than half the Eversong Woods south of Tranquillien.
Rowan carried two small stools with him. He placed one behind Jaina.
"Well? Found anything new?"
Arcane light flickered before Jaina's bright eyes.
When the reconnaissance spell ended, Jaina rubbed her eyes with her pale fingers and sat beside Rowan, resting her shoulder naturally against his chest.
"The reinforcements from Zandalar number around five thousand. They've already skirted the Moon Temple and are heading toward the Sun Sanctum," Jaina said.
That more or less matched the Elf Reconnaissance Force's report. Talanji had indeed come.
"Ahem. We're at war, you know. We should watch ourselves." Rowan gently held Jaina's shoulder. Even through her clothes, he could feel the smoothness of her skin.
Jaina protested petulantly, "Someone's watching us right now. As your wife, am I not even allowed to cuddle with you?"
"Who's shameless enough to spy on us?" Rowan asked warily, scanning the foot of the tower.
Jaina remained silent and gave no answer.
The troops in Tranquillien were actively preparing for battle. Another clash would break out soon. The afternoon sunlight was warm and gentle, and Rowan did not want to waste this lovely moment either.
Let them watch. Who cares?
Jaina lay against Rowan's chest and slowly drifted off. Rowan, doing something best left undescribed, habitually slipped his right hand...
Savoring that indescribable sensation, he too fell asleep against the wall.
He had been pushing himself for