It's a humbling thing...

[child_of_choi]

...the trick of pretending to be dead so enemies don't dismember you. At least with me it's not really pretending but still I would have liked to have a better look around that Karazan place. It seemed the kind of place I could get used to and even though most of my time was spend on the floor, it was easy for me to daydream about it. I was with Mercy, a fellow member of Curse and a favorite of the Plaguefather's. I like the air around her and I feel unjudged when she would glance over at me while fighting to be sure that no one had taken an interest in the pile of Dark Ranger on the floor. We progressed further into the place and I was able to see just enough of everything to wish I could see more. The mana constructs were fascinating though I wish I could have had longer to document somethings. The play made me giggle even as I was forced into a red cloak to scamper around from a giant worgen. I even heard Mercy laugh a few times and I felt as if we were both having a good time. It was nice to be out with another woman, and although her and I are very different I felt as though something there in the way of a friendship could develop. My only regret the whole time was that I wish I could have found Kasdei in time to have him come with us.

After leaving the place I thought I would contact the Doctor and see what he was up to, seeing that I was in a good enough mood to converse. I mostly got a lot of giggling but finally he was able to tell me that he was attending a slumber party with a few people at Sebrawyn's house. I never thought my mood could plummet so fast. I spent most of the night as far away from Silvermoon as possible in Northrend, hoping that I would "bump" into Kas as I was so good at doing. Having no luck, I eventually perched on a rock out at sea near Vengeance Landing, took out the tome and started reciting the Virtues of the Shadow and the Doctrine of the Scourge, as I had been doing when I need to tame my emotions, and I felt Dryx at the tome. I tried my best to talk to him but, as usual, he got under my skin and all I wanted to do was wipe that smart-ass smile off his face and kiss him until he can't breathe. Why!? Why does that irritating slip of a dried-up man infuriate me so much? Infuriate and ignite such a longing in me. I closed the tome and laid on that rock for a long time, letting the sounds of the water lull my mind into peace.

Goodnight Lynx-head...Goodnight Daggers... Goodnight Se- Doc...