Lethandros
Our World, Our times
There's people fishing in the fountain. The waters are crystal and clear, but the lines come back with scraps of cloth or ancient wishes. Tokens are taken, sold or thrown away, and the lines go back in the water, dredging up the past from nothing.
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She's standing in the middle of the Undercity and there are scourge everywhere. Rhan'jin is fighting with the other grunts and she keeps her focus on him, forcing the disobedient light to answer, to help him stay whole.
It's not the first time she's fought for the safety of this forsaken city, but before it was just something they did. Sitting around at Phials when the alarms were sounded, patrons and shopkeeps answering the call, and why not volunteer with them?
She looks out at the uniforms around her, whispers another prayer, and tries to figure out when it was she became a soldier.
It's the Little Things
I went to bed last night happier than I’ve been in a long time. It’s easy to ignore how lonely you are when you hardly see anyone else. Nothing to compare it to, after all.
But last night so many friends showed up, even falling from the sky! Strange to see how much they’ve changed alongside all the ways they’ve stayed the same.
Ribbon Dance
I can remember, during my first Fire Festival with the horde, running around the Ribbon Pole with a human who had come to Thunder Bluff not to kill, but to touch the flame. We ran in different directions, passing again and again as we circled around, should be enemies tethered to each other by the ribbons.
I knew the Fire Festival was a celebration of life, but it never occurred to me that the Ribbon Pole was a mirror of it.
A Letter To Koani
Dear Koani
I had occasion to delve into the Hellfire Ramparts recently and I got a surprise upon the arrival of my companions.
Journal Page Fourteen: Of Sex and Souls
(( Wanted to post this last Thursday, but I forgot it at work and didn't want to re-write it :P ))
Tabaqui thought I was a virgin. It wasn't an accurate assessment, but I can see why she thought so. She also seemed to think that just having a living, female, body again would make me want sex automatically, which also wasn't accurate.
The truth is, I've never really cared about it one way or the other. It was enjoyable, certainly, but it's not exactly a requirement for intimacy, or well, for anything else. Before it was just, a language. A shared method of communicating what was thought and felt when there was no other way. Even when I got a handle on the odd mercenary's cant, I really didn't have to words to express how I felt, and that just worked better.
And really, whether I ever have it again, I honestly don't care.
Hindsight
(( Originall posted February 21, 2007 @ RealmPortal ))
I wake gasping, heart pounding.
Uzil didn't know that name, hadn't been there when it was said. It wasn't one I ever uttered, couldn't say it.
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Where We Start From
(( Originally posted January 25, 2007 @ RealmPortal ))
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Have a Stop
(( Originally posted January 24, 2007 @ RelamPortal ))
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Lethandros
(( Originally posted November 28, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))
She finds the book in the corner of her parents room, the last one she's cleaned out. The words on the cover make no sense to her now, a part of this new life she's never understood, but she can remember what they say. After all, this was her mother's favourite book, one written by a true Lady.
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Letters to Thrall'tukk, 2
(( Originally posted October 24, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))
Dear Thrall'tukk,I had intended to write you back sooner, but my time seems to disappear on me. It's a contrary thing, time. Never enough when you want it, and far too much when you wish it gone.
But I suppose I should start by saying that I'm all right, given the content of my last letter. I haven't stopped altogether of yet, though I did try and fail on that account, but I'm leaning mostly of the aspects of fire at my disposal. It, well, it didn't go so well at first, and I probably made a lot of people mad at me. I'm getting better, though. I never would have suspected that fire would draw more attention to me than the shadow of the Nether, but it does. I'm practising with combinations, distance, and timing, which seems to be going okay.
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The Devil in the Wishing Well
(( Originally posted October 22, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))
I was glad it wasn't raining. I've never been fond of the rain, and the image of Mulgore crying after Cairne fell was a little too fresh in my mind. I wanted to feel calm, peaceful and collected, but I was nervous enough to pace in a very unlady-like fashion.
I didn't see the Doctor approach at first, didn't realise he hadn't selected the site and I would have to show him the way, didn't even remember where it was for a moment. Fortunately, I had a map, and I didn't get us lost along the way. We reached the Pavilion, and though annoyed by the presence of the Elf who never seems to leave, Doctor Vines declared it potentially acceptable. We continued to examine it as we waited for Anastascia. Well, he examined it, I examined him.
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