[Story] Fairsong Academy – Loralinde’s Journal

I started looking for someone who might be able to help me talk to ghosts. I figured that a priest might be the best person for that, they also might be able to help me learn how to speak draenei, because they should be friendly and patient if they are priests. At least, I think so. I asked about where to find some, and everyone pointed me to the big temple up on the tier. I did try going there, but I think they were all in the middle of something important, because they were all gathered around in one room. Also, it was very quiet and no one else was talking. I felt odd and out of place, and I guess I found it all a bit intimidating. Keyalenn reminded me that there were injured people in the lower part of the city, and there were surely some priests there with them. So while he went to look at the market, I did that.

I was surprised to see orcs and trolls there among the injured, as well as some draenei and other people like the birds and little mushrooms. I think it must be interesting to live among so many different kinds of people. I guess sometimes there are some in the city, but not too often. It’s almost always just elves. They probably don’t feel very welcome there, which I guess I can understand, but it would be neat to learn more about them, and especially about their ghosts. I know they have shamans who can talk to the elements, which is not really the same, but they may know something about ghosts, too. I’d like to talk to some, one day.

Anyway, I found a draenei woman tending to the injured people there in a little building. She was by herself, which was a lot less intimidating. Also, she spoke Orcish. That surprised me a little, but it makes sense if she’s healing a lot of orcs and trolls. I told her that I was wanting to learn how to speak draenei, which of course made her curious so she asked why. Then I told her about wanting to be able to speak to the ghosts in the tomb. She seemed wary about that, and wanted to know my reasons. I can understand why. There isn’t much trust between elves and draenei, even still, and someone could easily have bad intentions. But I hoped that being honest would show her that I am trustworthy, I told her that I wanted to speak to the ghosts there and study them. She agreed that learning to speak draenei would show them that I am respectful and had taken the time to learn about them first.

She also told me some more about the history of the tomb. I’d read a little in the library, but as history books usually do, they left out some things. And it’s always better hearing about it from a person, especially a person who might have seen it for themselves. She told me that there is a corpse of a naaru, that draws the ghosts too it. When I asked why, she said they were drawn to its energy, and that it protects the spirits there. I wonder too if it serves the same sort of purpose as they do in our world, only to spirits. It’s definitely something to look into. But, it’s also dangerous to stay there too long because the void energy will eventually corrupt you — it happened to the former keepers of the tomb. None of that was in the book! I think sometimes they try to make things sound better and leave out unpleasant things like that. I know it happens in our history books anytime we did something not so good.

I told her about the ghosts at our school and how I am studying them. I said something about how there aren’t any draenei there, but I wish there were. That was sort of a hint. But maybe the headmaster would allow it? We have kaldorei there, so why not? The priest kind of perked up at that and said that she’d like to learn Thalassian so she could speak to the elves here. I know a lot of them either don’t speak Orcish, or pretend they don’t. So I said I could teach her, and she could teach me. She’s busy during the evenings, but free in the daytime. I’m so excited to have a real draenei to teach me instead of just books! And I get to help her too, which makes it even better. She seems really nice. We met at the restaurant for dinner with Keyalenn and the draenei’s brother. He’s really big. I’d never seen one that close before and I can’t get over how big he is. He kept talking to her in draenei, I don’t think he really trusts us yet. But soon I’ll be able to talk to him in draenei and I can prove that I’m not going to cause any trouble. I only wish we could stay here longer to study! Maybe after the summer, Haani (that’s her name) could come back to the school with us. Wouldn’t that be something!

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[Art] Plush – Mini Talbuk v2

Got the new pattern drawn and cut out. Worried that I might have made him too wide, but we’ll find out!

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[Art] Plush – Mini Talbuk WiP

One day I will make a perfect pattern first try… but not today. I ended up not stuffing him because I could already see he had a lot of changes needed.

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Widen the legs. I do like the shape and length though.

Widen the chest and head. This will allow the horns to lay the right way too. Right now they just look like bigger ears.

Move the tail further up.

Any other suggestions?

 

[Story] Fairsong Academy – Terellion’s Journal

The builders finished making the little chicken house and pen. I hope this means the end of the stupid chicken jokes, but I kind of doubt it. I just worry he’s going to forget and talk about cocks in front of Malwen or something. He also thinks it’s hilarious to talk about picking up chicks, like baby chickens. But I do hope the chickens like their house and start living in it and laying a lot of eggs, we use a lot for baking and for breakfast, so it would be a big help to have them right here. Maybe I could talk Hethurin into getting a cow, too? But I think parents might not be too excited about seeing a cow on the lawn of their childrens’ school.

Hethurin wants to make more practice rooms, with more students they’re getting a bit crowded now and sometimes students have to wait to use them. He doesn’t want to cut down too many trees, nor does he want to ruin the view, which I agree with. We could make new buildings further back, but they’d be a pretty far distance from the main school which wouldn’t be very good for practice rooms. It’s okay for housing, or storage or something. I suppose we could add another floor on, but then we’d have to redo the whole tower including Malwen’s room. I thought maybe we could expand the basement into practice rooms. It’s not used right now, and I think it would be easy to expand — easier than moving the whole tower, anyway. Of course Tik and I will need to go through and figure out what’s down there, and make sure it’s warm enough and not leaking. I don’t think it’s been used for a very long time so there might be rats and things down there too. Oh, Hethurin also wants Narise to get her own room. I agree with that, but I’m not sure where it’s going to go. And eventually Galandil will need one. I don’t know if he intends to have a separate room for every child, if he does we’re going to run out of rooms really fast.

The other thing he wanted to talk about was really weird. His father has been staying here, I thought it would be just until he recovered but it’s been longer than that, too. And now Hethurin says he’s talking about retiring. Which wouldn’t be too weird, he’s old and we have enough healers in the town. But Hethurin thinks he’s trying to impress someone here because he’s wearing his shirts unbuttoned. Personally, I think it’s just because he’s trying to get cool because it’s summer and sometimes the rooms in the school get hot. Especially if people are working on fire magic nearby. But then he said he’s trying to impress my mother and I don’t like that idea at all. She’s too busy helping with the school and watching after babies to be looking at people’s clavicles… right? I was going to ask her but then I got too embarrassed, because either way it’s going to be really awkward. If she isn’t I’ll just look like some kind of weirdo, and if she is… well, I don’t even want to imagine that. My father hasn’t even been gone very long, it wouldn’t seem right to be thinking about that with someone else. I’m sure that if something happened to Hethurin I wouldn’t be interested in anyone else.

It could be the dragon, too. There’s a girl dragon here, and she likes to learn stuff about the Light. So maybe he’s just trying to impress her, and not my mother. That would still be weird, but a lot less weird.

[Story] Story a Week 30 – Graveyard

Curiosity brought Stormpelt further away from the town. She had seen very little of her leader and his family, though she sometimes saw them from afar. There was a little hill she liked to sit upon and watch the town; they were mostly awake at night, like she had been once. She still feared the people with the sharp spears, though they usually did not approach unless she got too close to the town. The pup was big now, old enough to come out of their den and run on his own. Stormpelt saw him sometimes, with his mother. She could not be certain, of course, but they looked happy to her. They didn’t need her to protect them any longer — they had the town and the people with sharp spears. In fact, they probably never thought of her at all, and the realization left her feeling restless. Was it sadness? Perhaps it was, or something like it. Her first master had betrayed her, leading her to this place in between alive and dead. Now it seemed the second had forgotten her. That was not as bad, but it still hurt. Stormpelt did not wish to give up on him just yet, however. He had saved her, and she had sworn to follow him and keep him and his family safe. There could be danger lurking here that she had missed, she could not afford to be complacent. 

Dawn rose over the dense forest, illuminating the dew that clung to the grass and low brush. Stormpelt knew it would not be long before the leaves began to turn color and fall to the ground. Then the rain and the wind would come, and she would have to seek shelter. While she could not really feel the cold, being wet was still unpleasant, and Grub Grub preferred to be warm and dry. The trails of deer — and perhaps their predators — were visible through the grass where the dew had been brushed away by their passing. Stormpelt faintly remembered the smell of them, the excitement of finding a path and calling to the rest of her pack, noses all to the ground as they hunted. Those days seemed impossibly long ago, just a fading memory. One day she would be dead longer than she had been alive, and she worried that she might forget everything good from those days. She did her best to hold onto them, but scents were the most difficult. No matter how she tried, she could not smell them as she did then, they were dull and faded.

Stormpelt moved past some crumbling stones, in a place she did not recognize. She knew the stones had been put there by people; they were carved and arranged into buildings and pillars. Or they had been, once. Now they were a jumble, overgrown with vines and thorns. Why had the people left? Stormpelt didn’t know, and the stones gave her no answers. The grass grew soft and green between the stones, and she thought she might rest there among them, not that she had to, but because it was so lovely with the morning sun. Something caught her eye though, further back beyond the ruins of one of the buildings. More stones, but these were not fallen, but stood on end in the earth. Words were carved into them, and though Stormpelt could not read them, she knew at once what they were. She had seen such stones back in Silverpine. They were graves, marking the places where bones lay beneath the earth. A place for the dead to rest at peace, not to wander as she did. Stormpelt went among them carefully, her nose to the ground. She took care not to knock any stones over or stand where she thought someone might be. What would they think, if they could see her? But she knew they could not. They were somewhere else, wherever people went when they were really dead. She liked to think they were warm and happy and peaceful, wherever they were. They could not feel cold or wet or abandoned any longer. Even so, she felt a strange sort of kinship with them. They needed someone to keep watch over their resting place. She could guard the stones, pull the vines from them and put them upright if they fell over. She could ensure that no people came to walk over the bones or dig them up. She would be their guardian and their keeper, for as long as she was able.

[Story] Ashenvale – Nimrathis’s Visit

Nimrathis was thankful he had the dumplings in his pouch for the long walk back to his own camp. Bear had offered, and hadn’t seemed very interested in eating them himself, rather he had been roasting a fish over the fire when Nimrathis arrived that night. Maybe Bear was tired of them? Nimrathis couldn’t imagine getting tired of dumplings, perfect little savory bites surrounded by soft dough. But if that sentinel brought them to Bear every night, maybe he was. Nimrathis was certain he’d never get tired of them, no matter how many the sentinels brought him. And Zhyra did, sometimes, but her visits were rare. He was always glad to see her, because it meant she had brought supplies he wouldn’t need to go and get for himself — and of course, dumplings. Some nights he thought it might almost worth going back to the town if it meant he got them every night. It was something to consider, at least. But having so many people around made him nervous, even if they weren’t paying him any mind, their presence was there, like an insistent insect in his ear. It was much easier to keep focused here, away from everyone else. Short visits were fine, and Zhyra and Bear never stayed long anyway.

But Bear had said something that worried Nimrathis. He wanted nails and a stove, to make his shelter better, he said. Nimrathis thought Bear’s shelter was good enough — not as good as a cave, of course, but one couldn’t always find a suitable cave. It had walls and a roof, and didn’t fall over in the wind. Why did he need anything else? Because of the sentinel, Zhyra’s friend, the one who brought dumplings for Bear all the time. He wanted her to stay with him, and he thought she would like a nicer shelter. Nimrathis didn’t much like the idea, for one she would be there when he went to Bear’s camp. He might interrupt something he’d rather not see. And it meant that Bear would be staying in this one place, sending down roots. He would be far less likely to go to new places if he had  a real home and someone waiting there. What Bear had said was true: Nimrathis himself had stayed in the same cave for several years now. It was a good cave. But Nimrathis could leave anytime he wanted to, nothing kept him there. He was free to go where he wished. Now he was worried that the same wouldn’t be true of Bear.

In spite of himself, Nimrathis found himself curious about the sentinel. Of course he’d wondered what it might be like, having someone there all the time, to help him hunt and cook. He was more curious about the other things, but Bear didn’t talk about that despite Nimrathis’s asking. He was quite certain Zhyra wouldn’t ever want to do any of those things, at least not with him. Hearing about it was the only way Nimrathis would know what it was like. He supposed he could just ask her, but he wasn’t certain what her answer would be — or if he’d like it either way. Yes, part of him wanted company, but only sometimes. He valued his solitude and his meditations just as well, he doubted she’d understand that. He crested the hill leading to his camp, just as the morning sun began to filter through the trees. It would be hot today, and Nimrathis was eager to retreat to the coolness of his cave. And thankfully he had a few dumplings left, should he get hungry.

[Art] Mini Talbuk Pattern

Ignore the crazy fabric, I’m doing a test to make sure everything works before using real fur (and making all the fiddly color changes)!

Working on a small talbuk plush for my shop. This could also be adapted into a halla!

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