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“You might know," Jaina said, casually. "I’ve been working on my Thalassian—”
As if Sylvanas could not be aware. Jaina had turned it into an obsession, driving the woman to march around and accost her rangers at all times of the day, dragging them into menial conversations about the weather, or their shift, or what poetry they had read last.
“Ranger Anya recommend this volume to me, and it’s - well, frankly, it’s beautiful poetry, if a bit archaic in nature. The language is more difficult, however. I require…practice.” Jaina shrugged fluidly, shoulders moving under loose fabric - fabric so sheer that, lit against the fire, Sylvanas could almost see the rounded outline of them as she moved.
OR: In a world settled by a peace Treaty, months into slowly-becoming-a-happily-married-couple, Jaina reads poetry, much to the devastation of Sylvanas.