Listless life, looming death
After I have a conversation with Ambershanks in which I am frustrated by my inability to articulate my emotional state of being, I find it difficult to concentrate on tasks that are, from an objective standpoint, of greater importance. I know in my head and, indeed, in my heart as well, that to save a dying troll from an injury or to assist in the quelling of some terrible tyrant or something of the sort is a more significant consideration than ultimately trivial matters between my mate and myself. Yet so, as I temporarily withhold my vacation, I find I am pondering more what I said that night than whether I will escape from Icecrown alive
I tried to get him to tell me about one of the affai meeti sexual encounters (by the gods, is it truly so difficult for me to write?) he had engaged in recently. He did not respond so favorably, because I paused and stammered and closed off. I believe he thought I wished to make him feel guilt, and sometimes I feel I know myself so little that perhaps in some small way, such a result was not entirely apart from my mind. Yet I have resolved that I will no longer mind his wild ways, at least not so vigorously, and I was not upset to hear that one of the Taunka had found him lonely one night some brisk seasons past.
I know he is getting old, even as I am stepping deeper into my adulthood. His promiscuity may dwindle as do the remaining days of his life. A younger Samhuinn may have bidden his time and waited for the flames to sputter; I am resolved to reconcile myself with this before those habits disappear altogether.
Such are dangerous thoughts when the legions of Arthas come crawling down from the mountainsides. His lieutenants hold strength as great as our Warchiefs, and we've not yet seen the Lich King himself in person. I freed dozens and dozens of slaves this day, yet my heart is heavy, for we have only begun to scratch the surface of the Pit of Saron, and I fear that our exploits may cause us to come across more dead bodies in chains if the news spreads quickly. I am currently being relieved, but I will be called within three hours, supposing the healer currently on the field does not meet a premature demise.
And still he is all I am thinking of...
~Samhuinn Runetotem
I tried to get him to tell me about one of the affai meeti sexual encounters (by the gods, is it truly so difficult for me to write?) he had engaged in recently. He did not respond so favorably, because I paused and stammered and closed off. I believe he thought I wished to make him feel guilt, and sometimes I feel I know myself so little that perhaps in some small way, such a result was not entirely apart from my mind. Yet I have resolved that I will no longer mind his wild ways, at least not so vigorously, and I was not upset to hear that one of the Taunka had found him lonely one night some brisk seasons past.
I know he is getting old, even as I am stepping deeper into my adulthood. His promiscuity may dwindle as do the remaining days of his life. A younger Samhuinn may have bidden his time and waited for the flames to sputter; I am resolved to reconcile myself with this before those habits disappear altogether.
Such are dangerous thoughts when the legions of Arthas come crawling down from the mountainsides. His lieutenants hold strength as great as our Warchiefs, and we've not yet seen the Lich King himself in person. I freed dozens and dozens of slaves this day, yet my heart is heavy, for we have only begun to scratch the surface of the Pit of Saron, and I fear that our exploits may cause us to come across more dead bodies in chains if the news spreads quickly. I am currently being relieved, but I will be called within three hours, supposing the healer currently on the field does not meet a premature demise.
And still he is all I am thinking of...
~Samhuinn Runetotem