Dear Mother,

Can you remember anything you've done in the past year?
No? That's right. You can't. Because you haven't done anything.
I challenge you to go read your diary. I guarantee you'll go "Aw crap!"
when you see you've done nothing militarily productive in the past year.
Go do something for yourself!

Love,
Miene

I wonder how much more time off without pay I can have without anyone noticing. It's not like I can't kill wild animals for food.

I just used up all my vacation time in one shot.
Yes... All my vacation time. Every last hour of it.

Back to the battlefields tomorrow.

*Groan*

You never know when you'll be summoned by the Bronze Dragonflight.
So much for being able to spend the next two hundred years in a state of immortality. I'm vulnerable again.

(Malorie reads Miene's most recent letter concerning Children's Week.)
([Malorie]: ... #@^#!!!")

Dear Mother,

In case you've forgotten, it's Children's Week now; the only time of the year where you have to let me see what you do for a living. And, I've actually done a little research, and there's some places I'd like you to take me to this year. I want to see Alterac Valley, Warsong Gulch, Arathi Basin, the Eye of the Storm, and Utgarde ( Read more... )

[Miene]: Hey mother...
[Malorie]: Yes, dear?
[Miene]: Okay, so, I know your first given name and the family name, but were you given any other names in between?
[Malorie]: Okay, lemme see the list.
[Miene]: The list?
[Malorie]: Yes, the list with the two-thousand questions you want me to answer. You wouldn't have asked me something like that if there ( Read more... )

My book, my book, my book... I keep forgetting to write down what I do when it happens. Let's see, real quick, what all have I done ( Read more... )

I just got a nasty note from my buddy, Miss Breezewood, telling me that she doesn't want to be involved in this "secrety society-y hawkshit" of a job that I got her. She's thinking about quitting already, the hundred gold be dammed.

This is going to piss off Erythis if she actually quits, because then she'll have to allocate syndicate resources to ( Read more... )

Oh how I loathe this time of the year...

...when pink hearts drown out the natural scenery.
...when modesty takes a vacation.
...when cologne and perfume saturates the air.
...when silver arrows don't kill you, or even injure you
...when chocolates and candy pack your mailbox.
...when goblins fly.

Tuesday can't come soon enough.

So, apparently this whole drill sergeant thing was just an excuse to get me to join Valyn's group. Apparently I built up some reputation and got a good word from Achates that convinced Valyn to do everything in her power to lure me in. I don't mind it. Infact, I'm pretty happy that I have such a good standing with some people. And, I'm also happy ( Read more... )