It's impossible to ignore, much as one might want to. I can avoid Orgrimmar, where people are riding rams through the streets shouting about how excellent this or that brewery is, and where the horrible scribbly screechy goblin music and laughter seems to leak over the walls even if you never go out to the tattered ramshackle tents that reek of ( Read more... )

((And the next one, about Mel.)) ( ((It's also long! And OOC-ish!)) )

Well, I've done it... I joined the Hand of Argus. They were willing to accept me, despite the fact that I can't fight right now, despite the leaders at least knowing the important facts about my pregnancy - though honestly, they didn't seem to care. Which is fine, of course. I just hope that, after the birth, I don't start hearing "you should ( Read more... )

She's gone. Even if things didn't work according to plan, she said she would hole up somewhere for a while and work on alternatives, that she wasn't coming back - that if she does come back, it'll mean either everything is going to be all right happily ever after (it's amazing how much she taught me about sarcasm), or that I should prepare myself ( Read more... )

Sal brought me the completed translations last night. As she worked on them, she kept up her daily visits - but it's obvious that something is distracting worrying her. It's the translations. I know it. But she won't tell me, and trying to get it out of her unless she wants to tell me is pointless. Of course, since I gave her the documents, ( Read more... )

I can't go back to work until Sal brings me the translation; as far as they know, I'm still working on it. So I've been trying to occupy myself with other things. Fortunately, I was able to pick up a lovely example of writing at the market recently... it's titled Hostage of Love, and it's apparantly based on true events! Though I don't remember ( Read more... )

The two women, draenei and human, sat at the table, a pot of tea and an uncomfortable silence between them. The draenei woman, Melikyen, rolled her cup absently between her hands, staring at the opposite wall; the human, Sarilussa, tapped her foot against the leg of the table, then abruptly sighed ( Read more... )

If I ever harbored any remaining ill will towards Avielynn, listening to her nightmares last night has destroyed the last of it. Nobody deserves to have dreams like that. I have no idea what Darcina did to her - and, of course, I have no idea how to make it stop. I'm not even sure who could help... other than possibly Darcina, who I understand ( Read more... )

((several scribbled out sentences))

Now I know why Mr. Sheaf looked so happy when it turned out I could translate Gutterspeak. Some Alliance troops captured a wagonload of crates out in Arathi Basin, including several bundles of correspondence in Gutterspeak. Letters about a new plague. About the Forsaken not only trying to get rid of the ( Read more... )

((This is a fable that Melikyen told at an Emerald Mosaic storytelling event, transcribed into Common for her work at the library. It's kinda long, so it's lj-cut.)) ( Read more... )