IC: Fireworks
I have a very good feeling that Lady Svanrae would bring an assembly of paladins and priests to my door step, all ready to perform the most extravagant kinds of exorcisms, if she knew what I have been up to.
Hence, it is better that she doesn’t find out.
I ended up flying myself trough the Plaguelands to watch a fireworks display from -wait for it- Acherus’ rooftop. Not only that, I mailed a box of rockets of my own to Traejan Lightrend, if nothing else to help with the endeavor.
And I landed my flying machine atop the necropolis.
I think my short stay in Icecrown has desensitized me to these things.
That, or I am growing too trusting of complete strangers.
Who happen to be undead.
And who happen to gather to light up fireworks from places where you are not supposed to do so. What can be better than that?
I think part of it is that I haven’t done anything remotely dangerous just for the fun of it ever since …well, ever since the war. I have been worried about my survival to an unhealthy degree, I think at some point I forgot that living means more than just having a pulse. The rest was childish stubbornness and bravado. I think my fear of the undead is slowly morphing into a desire to face them, and meet them, and show them that I am not afraid. The last fiasco with my spirit bird showed me, if nothing else, that I cannot allow myself to be scared by shadows crawling in the corners.
That doesn’t mean that when Acherus came into view yesterday I did not have to fight every single cell of my brain shouting at me to turn back. It doesn’t mean that when that stranger knight showed up I did not almost run to hide behind Lord Lightrend (is he a lord? How should I address him? He calls me “Miss” so I guess I’ll offer him the same courtesy). Winterbitten seemed disappointed with my behavior, she reminds me of Thanuz in both word and demeanor. In the end, though, my fear was again unfunded and nothing but forgotten when the fireworks came alight. There was something extremely liberating about lighting up the necropolis, almost like bringing a candle into a dark room to dispel childish fears.
And the lights were so beautiful! I was pleased to notice that even the stranger knight -who insisted on treating both me and Lady Vittani like vermin- was smiling at the pyrotechnic display.
Speaking of the knights, they seemed to be at odds with one another…Do they all not serve the same banner? There is just so much I don’t understand, and I can’t deny that I am growing curious. I am particularly curious about Lord Lightrend, he seems so different from the others. I guess that is why it is easy to trust him, he is not as ice-cold and stone-faced as Thanuz was, let alone as quiet and withdrawn as Winterbitten . And he doesn’t treat the living as if we carried the plague -no pun intended.
There is much I want to ask him about, but I grow hesitant for fear of being a nuisance…After all, I am sure he has a busy life undeath whatever. And so do I, between running trips back and forth from Silvermoon to Orgrimmar; training the youngest of the hatchlings; and learning to communicate with the spirit bird -by the Sunwell, Tixit, you are not a very good teacher- ; I barely have free time of my own.
So why should I even care enough to befriend a death knight?
I guess it doesn’t matter why. The fact is that I do.
Hence, it is better that she doesn’t find out.
I ended up flying myself trough the Plaguelands to watch a fireworks display from -wait for it- Acherus’ rooftop. Not only that, I mailed a box of rockets of my own to Traejan Lightrend, if nothing else to help with the endeavor.
And I landed my flying machine atop the necropolis.
I think my short stay in Icecrown has desensitized me to these things.
That, or I am growing too trusting of complete strangers.
Who happen to be undead.
And who happen to gather to light up fireworks from places where you are not supposed to do so. What can be better than that?
I think part of it is that I haven’t done anything remotely dangerous just for the fun of it ever since …well, ever since the war. I have been worried about my survival to an unhealthy degree, I think at some point I forgot that living means more than just having a pulse. The rest was childish stubbornness and bravado. I think my fear of the undead is slowly morphing into a desire to face them, and meet them, and show them that I am not afraid. The last fiasco with my spirit bird showed me, if nothing else, that I cannot allow myself to be scared by shadows crawling in the corners.
That doesn’t mean that when Acherus came into view yesterday I did not have to fight every single cell of my brain shouting at me to turn back. It doesn’t mean that when that stranger knight showed up I did not almost run to hide behind Lord Lightrend (is he a lord? How should I address him? He calls me “Miss” so I guess I’ll offer him the same courtesy). Winterbitten seemed disappointed with my behavior, she reminds me of Thanuz in both word and demeanor. In the end, though, my fear was again unfunded and nothing but forgotten when the fireworks came alight. There was something extremely liberating about lighting up the necropolis, almost like bringing a candle into a dark room to dispel childish fears.
And the lights were so beautiful! I was pleased to notice that even the stranger knight -who insisted on treating both me and Lady Vittani like vermin- was smiling at the pyrotechnic display.
Speaking of the knights, they seemed to be at odds with one another…Do they all not serve the same banner? There is just so much I don’t understand, and I can’t deny that I am growing curious. I am particularly curious about Lord Lightrend, he seems so different from the others. I guess that is why it is easy to trust him, he is not as ice-cold and stone-faced as Thanuz was, let alone as quiet and withdrawn as Winterbitten . And he doesn’t treat the living as if we carried the plague -no pun intended.
There is much I want to ask him about, but I grow hesitant for fear of being a nuisance…After all, I am sure he has a busy life undeath whatever. And so do I, between running trips back and forth from Silvermoon to Orgrimmar; training the youngest of the hatchlings; and learning to communicate with the spirit bird -by the Sunwell, Tixit, you are not a very good teacher- ; I barely have free time of my own.
So why should I even care enough to befriend a death knight?
I guess it doesn’t matter why. The fact is that I do.