[Korethael]
All over the Plaguelands, no sign of Torael, for which I think I'm grateful. No sign of Hitoh either, which is less pleasing, but really, it was only a kiss. He was probably just trying to see if he could make me squeal and run away in disgust like a little girl. Still, it would be nice to see how he's getting along. If getting away from that wall and moving under his own power made him any less... sad.
Ugh. Look at me, mooning after someone I met ONCE. Maybe I AM a girl.
Had a bit of business with the Argents that sours me on ever working with them in the future. "By the way, I hope it's all peaches and cream that I've been using mind magic on you without your consent!" "Oh, thanks for doing all the dirty work of tracking down that traitor, but oops! You've just killed one of our own! Better go turn yourself in for murder and hope they're in a charitable mood! Sorry!" Night Elves. Feh.
The ability to 'port myself from city to city has proven immensely useful, no more waiting for crowded, dubious-smelling air ships while being eyed speculatively by little green people. Just pop! Right into Orgrimmar, where I've been trying to convince the orcs to let me purchase one of their wolves. The creatures are fierce and even beautiful in their own way, and less fragile than my 'strider. No luck, though. The last time I asked, the wolf master almost laughed himself into rupture.
I can't wait till I have enough to buy a windrider. Tory took me flying on his Ventus once, and the freedom of it... I can understand why he loved it. No wars, no death or sorrow... Just you and your mount and the sky.
Ugh. Look at me, mooning after someone I met ONCE. Maybe I AM a girl.
Had a bit of business with the Argents that sours me on ever working with them in the future. "By the way, I hope it's all peaches and cream that I've been using mind magic on you without your consent!" "Oh, thanks for doing all the dirty work of tracking down that traitor, but oops! You've just killed one of our own! Better go turn yourself in for murder and hope they're in a charitable mood! Sorry!" Night Elves. Feh.
The ability to 'port myself from city to city has proven immensely useful, no more waiting for crowded, dubious-smelling air ships while being eyed speculatively by little green people. Just pop! Right into Orgrimmar, where I've been trying to convince the orcs to let me purchase one of their wolves. The creatures are fierce and even beautiful in their own way, and less fragile than my 'strider. No luck, though. The last time I asked, the wolf master almost laughed himself into rupture.
I can't wait till I have enough to buy a windrider. Tory took me flying on his Ventus once, and the freedom of it... I can understand why he loved it. No wars, no death or sorrow... Just you and your mount and the sky.