She saw it, the Moonwell. A large stone pool, its water glimmering and clean, with a silver reflection of the entire forest. It had an element of peace and relaxation about it. The forest wisps darted and glided around and along it, occasionally stopping in front of Alaria, and she could feel their vision on her body. As she closed her eyes, she could feel.. purity. A Moonwell was sacred, probably one of the most holy things in the entire land of Azeroth-to the elves at least.
Alaria took a deep breath and opened her eyes. The water seemed so very inviting, somehow she was drawn to it. She shuffled slightly on the spot, nudging her shoulders and swaying her hips, and at last allowed her clothes to entirely fall to the floor below her. The cool forest air kissed her perfect blue skin, and this excited her. She felt herself getting moist, and her breasts were almost screaming to be touched. She strode forward, her hips and large breasts swaying slightly, and lowered herself in to the pool. He body was glimmering and wet, and as she began to run her hand up her thigh she wondered what she could do to really 'cleanse' herself... |