Mouse and Sunflower

About a week ago I spoke with Decie and Leahndri in Orgrimmar. Decie’s nickname is Sunflower, because of how enraptured she is with Leah, her lover. Whenever Leah, or Mouse as I call her, is present, Decie orients toward her like a sunflower to the sun. Leah is called Mouse because she is a timid, but occasionally shrewd individual.

I had not seen either of them in some time. It sounds as though they both are well, but busy. They have both met D.A. in person, but only the once, and I do not expect them to ever meet again.  

During their long absence I thought of the nature of our acquaintance, and determined that Leah and Decie are much more concerned with acquiring social information than any truly intellectual exchange. Initially with the Regent I was concerned that she was the same, but she is not.

It was Mouse that called me a puzzle. I suppose I am still friendly with both of them, though I tired of their prying into my personal affairs. I must admit that it was fun for a time to prolong their curiosity by not revealing anything.

Vindy and Branam

I had a mostly pleasant conversation with Vindy the other night. She is a small Elven woman, an initiate of the Tribe, with aspirations to be an Arch Magistrix. She works diligently and has a friendly demeanor.

Recently, she became ill after testing a home-made potion intended to protect my sensitive vision when it is bright. She was cured by Jeh’k, the Frog Venom Troll, but was thoroughly soaked with water during the process. I offered her my cloak for warmth and she later returned it, repaired.

She told more of her engagement with Branam, an Orc warrior. I did ask a few questions regarding their relationship, to see if there was anything that warranted attention. I have a mild concern, as in public he is quiet, but privately he may be violent. I did not express this, though. I require a bit more observation. She and I joked a bit, and she teased that if she would consider me if she was ever inclined toward a woman. Wishing to dissuade this, I informed her that I was paired.

No other in the Tribe has expressed any interest in learning of my situation. No sooner had I stated it, though, than we were interrupted by a rude Forsaken, who appeared to be with Do’xian. On my account we changed locations and were joined by Branam, but once again were interrupted. A woman was regaling her drinking partner with tales of when she was a slave. I grew agitated again, and Vindy confronted the girl about speaking so openly, worried that I had been offended.

I should learn to hide my discomfort completely, to not disturb others.

Day of the Dead

Several days ago, Urukha took me to see where her family farm once stood, and where her parents and siblings are buried. She told me the story of the place.

The remarkable part of this story is how Urukha blamed herself for what occurred. And that she, with Pip’s assistance, gradually accepted what had happened.  For all the rough and crude edges of the Horde, I have seen more tears from Urukha than any other individual, Orc or no, in my public acquaintance. She possesses a great capacity to endure emotion, even when those sentiments are not pleasant.

Yet despite these unfortunate events, I am envious of both her memories and her self-reconciliation. In the wake of her story I thought of my own ‘family,’ and its destruction. Viere’s death was not of my direct doing, but my departure inspired him to take ever more extreme risks. If I had stayed, would he still live? Could he have changed?

I do not think so.

Project

While in the north, I searched for a particular item I covet. Unlike the small parcels I usually hunt for, this is quite large, and in pieces. I went to the ruined kingdom of Gilneas and located the shattered remnants of a carriage.

It took me the last few days to move all of the parts to a secluded location in Tirisfal Glades. I am not entirely comfortable with the region, but it will suffice. Having no experience with this sort of assembly, I require assistance in order to restore it.

Thus I post this on the notice board in Orgrimmar:

Seeking skilled craftsman: blacksmith/engineer

Experience with vehicles and animals preferred

Compensation offered

-Please send all inquiries to “Annjia” via mail

Home Again

Good evening, journal.

My routine has returned to normal. I have come home and my venture to the north was partially successful. I will write more of it later, as I will need to advertise for some assistance. 

Busy

Good morning, journal.

Urukha shared an emotional, but powerful story of herself yesterday. I am still thinking of its implications, so will not write of the details yet. We then honored her family.

I may be absent from your pages for the next few days as I take care of business in the north of the continent. I will give more details of the venture if I am successful. While I will still return home for the evening, I anticipate that my attention and energies will be otherwise occupied with personal pursuits.

----On that topic, I hear the bath running. Excuse me.

Hallow's End

Yesterday was Hallow’s End. I procured candy and masks and brought them home to share with those in my house. I confess that I enjoyed hunting for the treats, which I believe is the purpose. The masks did not garner as much interest, but the sweets certainly did.

In fact, it was the first time that Mirtai had tasted chocolate. She seemed to enjoy it, as I do. 

Pip reappeared in Orgrimmar with Urukha and we were able to discuss her situation a bit more. When she mentioned the runeblade, I became extremely anxious and eventually needed to move away from the conversation.

How appropriate that for the first time in months, on Hallow's End, I had nightmares.