Spring comes with the sound of laughter like chiming bells.
It's Children's Week again. I took a young orc boy out and about. Something tells me this may have been ill-advised - as innocent as his questions were he managed to completely mortify me (oh, bad pun, Ori, shame) in front of the Dark Lady. She remains as fearless and confident as ever, though - the baseless suspicions of Kalimdorean youngsters are no threat to Her, and I'm pleased that She was able to so swiftly allay the boy's fears.
He insisted on pressing buttons on a rocket ride in Azshara and Light, I thought my heart would leap out of my throat and stop beating on the spot. Is that what I'm in for with fatherhood, that sort of dizzying, nerve-wracking worry, where I can't hardly breathe for fear that he'll be hurt?
...But then we returned to Orgrimmar, and flew kites together, and he brought toy swords to the other orphans and they scurried about, all squeals of delight, open happy faces, and bright eyes....
...The worry would be worth it to see that kind of joy. Only children seem to know how to be so purely happy - though with Khaavren and Kae I come close.
I'm catching up with Salandria now. She still clings to the bizarre notion that dragons are pets to be owned. I've tried to convince her otherwise but she's so adamant about it, and none of my wingbrothers feel comfortable enough to talk to her in hopes of changing her mind. It's sort of a catch-22 at the moment. Considering what the bronze flight has said about her...I suspect there's nothing we could do at the moment, anyway. But I'll remember her. We all will. The best we can do is offer guidance until the time comes that she has to learn the hard way that they're not to be trifled with.
...I've half a mind to introduce her to Soulfrost, but that would be counterproductive and cruel.
He insisted on pressing buttons on a rocket ride in Azshara and Light, I thought my heart would leap out of my throat and stop beating on the spot. Is that what I'm in for with fatherhood, that sort of dizzying, nerve-wracking worry, where I can't hardly breathe for fear that he'll be hurt?
...But then we returned to Orgrimmar, and flew kites together, and he brought toy swords to the other orphans and they scurried about, all squeals of delight, open happy faces, and bright eyes....
...The worry would be worth it to see that kind of joy. Only children seem to know how to be so purely happy - though with Khaavren and Kae I come close.
I'm catching up with Salandria now. She still clings to the bizarre notion that dragons are pets to be owned. I've tried to convince her otherwise but she's so adamant about it, and none of my wingbrothers feel comfortable enough to talk to her in hopes of changing her mind. It's sort of a catch-22 at the moment. Considering what the bronze flight has said about her...I suspect there's nothing we could do at the moment, anyway. But I'll remember her. We all will. The best we can do is offer guidance until the time comes that she has to learn the hard way that they're not to be trifled with.
...I've half a mind to introduce her to Soulfrost, but that would be counterproductive and cruel.