11. valm
I want to tell him that he has no idea who my father is. He waltzes in here and looks down his nose at all of us, like we're some vermin beneath his shoe. No, worse than that-he considers us less than even a vermin's shit. He thinks we are all worthless, and yet he comes with my father, and my father comes from us. We are not primitive or violent, and he is no better than the rest of us simply because he is a blood elf. He goes to each tribe member in turn and sees how he can needle us, what the worst thing he can say is. His tongue is a bright, steel sword and I long to blunt it, and save my father from him.
Surely he's bewitched my father. There is nothing else that explains this. All the elder tribe members speak of Daimd as wise and reasonable, and fondly of his kindness and understanding. It perturbs and upsets me, therefore, that he should bring this blood elf to our tribe and not only demand him recognised, but declare, too, that he doesn't care if we even do that, because he will leave with the elf regardless. How can that creature be more meaningful to him than all our family?
It has always been my fondest wish to understand my father, and why he will not name me his daughter. We both know the truth. I think everyone in the tribe knows the truth. He left the day after I was born; that is an admission in and of itself. And yet he chooses that blood elf above all of us. Why?
I am being childish in my insistence. I should take the elders' words to heart and leave it be. But everyone is puzzled, and I cannot settle.
I stalk him. Why does my father let him roam unchecked? He is nothing short of awful to all of us. I have avoided him as much as possible after my curiousity on the first day. I do not remember what he said to me, only that I bit my tongue until there was blood to keep from responding to him. I thought to keep him from getting enjoyment by enfuriating me, but he only laughed and went on. Why does my father tolerate him? He is disgusting.
Everyone talks on the hunt, so that Daimd will not overhear. There is no love lost among us for that blood elf, but no one wants to offend him, either. We're all losing patience, though. Mang says if he has the chance, he will slit the blood elf's throat, but we tell him to stop posturing. He would, or he would try, but we think Daimd would kill him, and infighting is the worst of all sins. United we stand, divided we fall.
I am awful. I have broken one of the first rules. I am awful, terrible, and so confused. I overheard. It was not my place to listen in on their private conversation, and I did. How he hissed! That blood elf, he said such hurtful things to my father. He could not have been sharper had his words been knives. And my father said... nothing, for a while. He only listened. I must assume he listened.
And then he simply said the blood elf's name, and I nearly cried. How can you say a name with so much tenderness? After what I had just overheard, I could not believe it. And he said it again, and he said that he loved him. I thought the blood elf would be angry, and yell at him again, but he was quiet. It was quiet shortly, and then they spoke no more.
I am an awful child. And still I do not understand. I think perhaps it may be me who does not know my father, despite my desire. And perhaps that blood elf does, more than I ever will.
I must respect that much.
Surely he's bewitched my father. There is nothing else that explains this. All the elder tribe members speak of Daimd as wise and reasonable, and fondly of his kindness and understanding. It perturbs and upsets me, therefore, that he should bring this blood elf to our tribe and not only demand him recognised, but declare, too, that he doesn't care if we even do that, because he will leave with the elf regardless. How can that creature be more meaningful to him than all our family?
It has always been my fondest wish to understand my father, and why he will not name me his daughter. We both know the truth. I think everyone in the tribe knows the truth. He left the day after I was born; that is an admission in and of itself. And yet he chooses that blood elf above all of us. Why?
I am being childish in my insistence. I should take the elders' words to heart and leave it be. But everyone is puzzled, and I cannot settle.
I stalk him. Why does my father let him roam unchecked? He is nothing short of awful to all of us. I have avoided him as much as possible after my curiousity on the first day. I do not remember what he said to me, only that I bit my tongue until there was blood to keep from responding to him. I thought to keep him from getting enjoyment by enfuriating me, but he only laughed and went on. Why does my father tolerate him? He is disgusting.
Everyone talks on the hunt, so that Daimd will not overhear. There is no love lost among us for that blood elf, but no one wants to offend him, either. We're all losing patience, though. Mang says if he has the chance, he will slit the blood elf's throat, but we tell him to stop posturing. He would, or he would try, but we think Daimd would kill him, and infighting is the worst of all sins. United we stand, divided we fall.
I am awful. I have broken one of the first rules. I am awful, terrible, and so confused. I overheard. It was not my place to listen in on their private conversation, and I did. How he hissed! That blood elf, he said such hurtful things to my father. He could not have been sharper had his words been knives. And my father said... nothing, for a while. He only listened. I must assume he listened.
And then he simply said the blood elf's name, and I nearly cried. How can you say a name with so much tenderness? After what I had just overheard, I could not believe it. And he said it again, and he said that he loved him. I thought the blood elf would be angry, and yell at him again, but he was quiet. It was quiet shortly, and then they spoke no more.
I am an awful child. And still I do not understand. I think perhaps it may be me who does not know my father, despite my desire. And perhaps that blood elf does, more than I ever will.
I must respect that much.