The Wildfire Riders – Genise by *JRinaldi on deviantART

Genise Crownsilver is a founding member of the Wildfire Riders and socialite within Stormwind. She is also the Sorceress of Elwynn, a powerful fire-based magus who learned her skill while studying in arcane libraries. While Genise makes her living as the proprietor of the Silver Feather, a house of burlesque, she also continues to push the possibilites of her fire-magic.

During the Wrathgate Event, a number of powerful magi decided to work rituals to combine their specific talents into a weapon that might have been incredibly effective against the Lich King. This is Genise’s first short story regarding that particular angle.

week earlier…

“Yva Darrows and Davien Stonemantle?” The soft, mousey voice of Genise Crownsilver questioned as she eyed the small parchment in her hands. Lips pursed and eyes narrowed as she dropped a few coins in the hand of the young messenger, who barely even noticed. His eyes were much to distracted by the clingy, and quite showy light blue robe that could only barely be considered legal clothing. She paused for a moment, and smirked; it wasn’t as if she was never aware of such things.

And with a fluid turn, giving the boy one last moment of bliss as she strolled away – the door suddenly closed in his face; shut tight by an unseen hand and a whisper on the wind, “Thank you…” No one would ever know that she stumbled and nearly broke her neck moments after the door had closed…

Something important was on the scroll; something important enough to keep her distracted as she strolled through the estate towards her library. It perplexed the near-naked Aryk as he stood by her door, wearing very little more than a grin – only to have her pass by without any sort of acknowledgment of the pool boy.

A soft breeze pushed into the library as the doors swung open without touch, and just as deftly closed behind her. The parchment rolled in her fingers and floated away as she tossed it, lifting said hand and speaking softly. “Fire… Frost… Arcane…” Fingers wiggled with each word, and a thick book dislodged itself from each shelf, gliding seamlessly across the air to follow to her desk.

“Circle magicks, wizardly trinity, mass warfare…”

She flopped into the padded chair at the desk, hand waving out before the sorceress as the books came to a stop in the air above her, pages fluttering open and stopping at a point of odd, arcanic diagrams and writing. “Cinderash, Winterthorn, Wyrmblood…” She spoke absently, eyes downcast on the desk as her hand waved and pulled, sending small, sealed jars about the library hurling to her desk. Were one to witness these feats, they’d perhaps wonder where such legs did, in fact, get their exercise.

Her opposite hand reached forward, and fingers clenched, making a pulling motion as a moderate-sized bowl hovered from a far desk and dropped on the desk before her. The three hovering jars popped lightly as their lids came unsealed; and one-by-one, she reached to take hold, and turn their fine-grain contents upside down into the bowl.

“Cinderthorn, Winterblood, Wyrmash…” She mumbled in a chanting voice; words confused and waved her hand in a stirring motion over the bowl and sending the dusts into a whirl within their confines, mixing and mashing together to form a single, gold-flecked dust.

“Winterthokreth, vivadu rukki-sath; Kreth reth – sora, nilazi tuluk…” The words flowed seamlessly from common to arcanic as she pushed her hands outward, and the three books shot away and found their former home on the shelves. A wild smile had formed upon the young woman’s lips now, and her hands returned to their stirring motion. Slowly as they lifted, the dust followed. It began to glow a bright, fiery hue, compacting itself slowly as the stirring motions had went from wide and rapid to thin and slow.

“Tol-kirin, vishna!” She squeaked out, and clenched her fist. The ball of dust wavered, and suddenly exploded as her fingers splayed open. It sent the room into a shower of gold and fire; and the majority of the dust somehow had found it’s way to her body. It hit like a faint snow, and melted upon touch to her flesh. At first, the change was invisible, but gradually, her skin and hair glowed with the hue of the dust…

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Slowly the door of the library opened, and sent Aryk into a quick backpedal – as if he wasn’t caught already. Genise stepped through, the glow still about her as she smiled at the handyman, her pretty blue gaze roaming his form. A single bead of sweat trailed down her cheek and to her chin, and dropped down upon her collarbone. She was burning up.

“Mmm… Well, hello there.” She grinned, and advanced. He didn’t question; after all, why would he?

By morning, she had returned to normal in appearance at least, but her body still radiated an unusual warmth. Aryk stood quietly at the exit to Genise’s bedroom, wearing little more than shorts, and a ridiculously goofy grin.

“I’ll return within the week,” Genise spoke as she stepped close to the door, covered in a thin, showy robe of white, and her hair pulled back into a high tail. “Make sure Atera has her medication, and Rusanni will be picking her up to visit the Amberstill Ranch tour.”

Aryk blinked, eyeing the gown – a gown that would not be favorable at all to the harsh climates of Northrend. “You’ll be going dressed as is, madame?” He quietly asked, offering her a heavy coat, which she casually slung over her arm, before she lifted a palm to his cheek. She was still heated.

“I’ll be perfectly fine… I have a hot idea,” she quietly answered, and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before she calmly strolled past, heeled shoes clacking on the marble floor.