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((Hey all!

For a few days, the blog will be put on hold while I go out of town to take care of a few more medical issues. Don’t worry! This one was planned. If everything goes well, the blog will return on Monday, September 3^rd.

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Who I Am

For months now have I considered the proper course with regard to my past. Specifically, whether to pursue more knowledge of it. The flashes of images and scenes are most certainly fragments of memories, but I have not written of them due to the debate of whether or not to consider them part of myself anymore.

With death ended all formal and legal bindings to the life this body had. All titles dissolved. Any family I cannot seek because I do not remember them. Nor would they recognize me.

It is a subtle thing to identify oneself, and since beginning this existence I have introduced myself by only name: Annjia. This is the name given by Viere, and not by my mother. I know what name I was called while alive but it is not how my beloved or anyone else addresses me. It is one more orphaned piece.

My beloved wanted to fill this existence with “good things,” not simply to replace what came before. I conclude therefore that there is no reason other than curiosity and risk to pursue the past. What was, is gone. What is now, is what I have made.

I am Annjia.

Pompous

Nemeiah was damaged again. This time at Tyr’s Hand just outside the gate when it was attacked by an unruly pair. When I heard of it, the arrogant and sermonizing death knight Roeth had already mended her. Yet his demeanor was, as usual, less than gracious. Already aggravated, I asked Nemeiah (with Roeth nearby) whether anyone had tried to protect her. He took offense.

He had been involved in that fight and still she came to harm. I wanted to hit him with enough force to rattle his head inside that constant helmet he wears. But it would not do to strike the Bishop’s favorite suit of armor. Later I understood why he disliked the tone and severity of my query but at the least, he could have been more polite with Nem and accepted her thanks. I had retreated to the abbey.

She joined me in the library later and ably calmed things in her gentle way. I remarked how terrible it was that she sat and comforted me when she had been the one injured. But that is her nature and her gift. My talent of late seems to be a marked inability to do anything to assist her until after it has happened. She assured me that this was not so. 

My Paramour

This is what my beloved called me when bestowing a compliment for the architectural plans I had crafted for Nathan’s cabin.

I rather like it.

Update #9

Kruega wrote to inform me that he has decided to retreat in order to pursue more training. He will not appear in Orgrimmar or with the tribe until he has concluded this. To be truthful, I was a bit surprised. I wrote back to offer any sort of assistance he may require from a distance.

To the Regent however I expressed hope that this withdrawal will enable Kruega to craft his own interpretation of recent events. And not depend on others to do so for him. That he will be away to train provides opportunity for this.

Within that same conversation I reminded the Regent that I wished to relinquish the tribal talisman. My intent since resigning was to return it to her, because she offered it to me initially. For the sake of formality. But she had told me then to keep it until she gave leave to surrender it. 

Nemeiah and I have been at odds (gently) regarding her wish and abilities to heal. We cannot find an agreement on when it is best for her to offer mending, and when it is best to preserve herself. I referred to it as "throwing the Light" at people and she did not approve. But I am worried when each day she relates a new story of someone who was hurt and needed to be healed; and the new injuries on herself she nurses as a result.

Architect

My beloved gave approval for the construction of a new building on the manor. While there is a great deal more I wish to do (as a result of “castle envy” described before), I whittled down plans after a simple calculation. Nathan will not suffer winter well if he remains in the ramshackle shed he currently inhabits.

I convinced D.A. easily of the practicality of the cabin but did not expect Nathan to be so blasted resistant. He felt that the expense and effort should not be made for his benefit alone. But when I reminded him of how unpleasant it would be once the seasons change, he relented and offered assistance with this and the future projects I hinted to.

The one concern I expressed privately to my beloved was over how Mirtai would respond to the development. D.A. replied with sly tone and expression that the consequences would likely manifest only after the cabin was furnished properly. 

Obligation

Gently I reintroduced the topic of the shadow realm to my beloved, for there is much more yet to tell of what happened. One obligation remains there. The one made to the Lord of the Castle.

I had agreed to bring myself and my beloved back to his home after a successful rescue from the Web. But the danger at that last moment was so extreme and immediate that I chose to escape with D.A. rather than fight to remain. I believe this was the only course wherein either of us would survive. But this prevented the immediate fulfillment of that agreement.

And other arguments tilt against returning. The foremost concern that my beloved still recovers and has no compulsion – naturally so – to return to that realm. Even voluntarily. But another is the worry of the danger in surrounding ourselves with that environment. The Lord was hospitable, but he is as I am. Yet, we could learn a great deal from him and his companions.

My beloved hesitated and asked for more time to think over whether or not to go. I agreed and promised that whatever was desired would be enacted.