Sitting in the dawn mists of Mulgore, sipping tea brewed scalding hot and strong, I know I should be warm. Valor is against my side, his powerful jaws crunching through the leg bone of a plainstrider, and I am dressed well against the early-morning chill. But I am cold to the bone.
Stranger and stranger, I swear!!
Things seem to have gotten a little awkward since we had dinner together. It's like we suddenly don't know what to do with ourselves anymore. Even normal stuff we do all the time, like fighting at each others side has gotten....weird.
A mask is painted upon our skin, for the world to see
We weave sweet lies with veiled eyes,
And whisper to all, "This is me."
I was trying to make a joke. Maybe I'm unpracticed at it. But really, except for the rare Hallow's End treat, or the witch's illusion, it does seem to be makes things I get turned into. I'm willing to be even the frog is, though I'm usually too busy hopping around to check.
Maybe Leiral missed the "turned into" part of that. I'm a woman now, yes, but I always was.
My mother, the human one, always said that Ladies shouldn't fish (along with many other things they apparently shouldn't do.) If I did get my hands on any gear, and she caught me, then it earned a rap over my knuckles with her wand. Trying to practice casting, for so long I could still feel those blows, and it made my progress difficult.
I no longer get that, but my angle is all wrong, arms weaker, and my hands need gloves unless I want to spend a night healing broken blisters. It's worth it to re-learn, though. There's something peaceful to the repetitive motion. Cast, wait, reel, catch a fish or not, start again. It's soothing, and I've need that lately.
(( Originally posted September 22, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))
I worry and I fear. It's what I do. Pointlessly, sometimes, but they... don't know what can be done with a shard. And I can't explain it to them. I'm not sure why; it's not like they trust me anyway.
It's all right; I understand. I just forget sometimes, that's all.
But I couldn't risk her losing herself like that again. Can't do another Moonwell ceremony. It'll kill me, I think, and no matter what I said last night, I can't let that happen, not yet. I promised Sakti.
Two precious souls in my care. Identical shards for such different people. Need to get them both back where they belong. Soon, I think.
(( Originally posted September 14, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))
- copy Meleen's letter, send it to:
- Hakkajin and Andra (?) -- they still might kill him...
- send Tabaqui an explanation on what I was babbling about. She wasn't there!
- finish reading Kowits' notes
- find Sheva
- find the spider
- find the Dopl-whatever
(( Originally posted August 4, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))
So, they know now. I just sort of, blurted it out while everything was confusing and we were trying to tell them about… the other thing.
Tundrarunner said it had to be told at some point, but… this, might have been worse than never speaking about it. From poor Barbot coming in at the middle, to Cirene’s strangely barbed comments, to Jessa and Siwili’s acceptance, to Borel’s… I don’t know what that was.
This is what going crazy is like? No, being inside of it is. Not that I want him to know that, definitely not!
(( Originally posted July 7, 2006 @ RelamPortal ))
“W-well, d-do y-you w-want m-me t-to l-look? It's okay, it d-doesn't b-bother m-me, y-you know. I know a l-lot of F-forsaken are upset w-with h-how they l-look.”
When did I lose control of this conversation?
The blanket under my face was wet with tears, and the little serpent was making upset little noises when a hand descended gently on my hair. "Bargain not done. You still need learn about Trolls. Learn Orcish. Join horde when can." He... came back? He lifted his hand from my head, and I heard him poking around in the firepit, causing a flare of heat against my bare shoulders.