[Story] Fairsong Academy – Terellion’s Journal

Classes are out for the summer, which means Hethurin has more time to spend with the kids. Malwen has still been helping me outside, the garden is in full bloom and it smells wonderful when the afternoon sun warms all of the flowers. She’s taken quite an interest in them; she knows all of their names and can tell you the parts of the plant and some of its uses. She’s really very smart, maybe that’s a side effect of living at a school. I made her own little section in the greenhouse that she can use to plant things, I think next spring we’ll do a vegetable garden too. I think she’d really like that, because then we could use them at dinner time.

Speaking of vegetables, my mother has been onto me about Hethurin eating his again. I’m pretty sure it’s because Hethurin’s father has been staying here, and he’s always telling Hethurin that he needs to eat something other than cake. So I think that’s my mother’s way of gently reminding me to try to talk him into it. Believe me, I’ve tried. And it’s not that I disagree with her, I do wish he’d eat a little better, and it is setting a bad example for the children if he doesn’t. But he does try, although I think sometimes he hides it in his sleeve, he at least pretends to eat them. Malwen is smart though, I think she’ll figure it out if she hasn’t already. Maybe he’d eat vegetables if she was the one who grew them? That might work. I already do my best to sneak them in where he won’t notice, like mixing them into other things or using vegetables where you wouldn’t expect them to be. Luckily the kids eat them all right so far. I’ve been helping Tik make soft food for Galandil and Tik’s baby, since they are pretty much the same age it’s easier to just make one big batch. Though I expect they’ll like different things and we’ll figure that out eventually. So far he’ll eat pretty much everything, I hope he stays like that because that makes things a lot easier.

Since classes are out, my mother doesn’t have much to do now that we don’t need her help as often. She used to do paperwork at the Spire, but there isn’t a lot of that in the summer either. She’s asked if she can help Lali with the younger class once school starts up again, I think she just wants to be able to hold all the babies, but she’d be good at it. We still haven’t found a proper teacher, but if they’re just little babies she could probably teach them. I mean, all you have to teach babies is the letters and colors and things like that. I’m not sure if Hethurin’s father is staying either. He was staying until he got better, but I don’t think that will be too much longer. We already have the clinic in town, but maybe he could help if students got small injuries or things like that? I don’t know. The builders are already booked up through the whole summer. I don’t dare ask them if we can add any more houses onto their list.

[Story] Story a Week 25 – Harrier’s Journal

[[ This started with the word “rabbit” but it’s not actually about rabbits so I’m not sure if I should really count it or not… ]]

Nash has really taken a liking to that rabbit. I have to admit I’m surprised, it just doesn’t seem like the kind of thing he’d really be interested in. But he’s made it a little house to live in, and wrote his ridiculous name over the door. He even went to the library to get a book about how to care for them — and used a fake name to get the library card. That’s a lot of trouble to go to for a pet rabbit. I suggested he could go to the market around closing time, they throw out the bruised vegetables or the greens and he could take some for the rabbit. No one would mind since it’s just trash anyway, it’s not even stealing. I think it’s made him gentler somehow, having someone else to take care of.

But maybe not. He’s getting restless without any jobs to do. I told him I’d ask around, but I’m a little out of the loop right now to be honest. The shop is keeping me busy enough with making watches and clocks that I don’t really need to find other work. I still keep up with my business at the harbor, but not much else. Nash says the watches are too complicated, but I think he could learn if he tried to. I knew absolutely nothing about how to make those things when I arrived in Ironforge, but it interested me so I learned it. I think that’s the key. He just needs to find that thing that he’s really interested in. He said he didn’t think it was rabbits though. I told him he could do a show with the rabbit, do tricks and stuff like have it jump out of a hat. I think people would pay to see that, but he’s worried that people would stare too much and he’d be discovered. So then I said he could wear a mask, as part of the act, but I don’t think he cared too much for that idea either. Maybe magic isn’t his area of interest either.

I don’t remember how, but we got onto the subject of what I would do if something happened here like in Dalaran, and elves weren’t allowed in Stormwind anymore. Obviously, that’s probably not ever going to, but I doubt the elves in Dalaran expected it either. Humans have definitely got weird ideas about elves and other races before, it’s not so odd to think that they’d do it again, especially if there was some big bad thing that happened to cause them to blame us. I’d want to go back to Ironforge if I could, dwarves aren’t usually as jumpy, but they are allied with the humans so maybe they wouldn’t let us in either. Nash said we ought to go somewhere neutral, like Shattrath (too weird) or the Darkmoon Faire (even more weird). Of all the places I could live, I think the middle of dark woods with mud and animal poop is probably on the bottom of my list. Nash seemed really excited about it though, he was saying I could sell my clockwork animals there. He’s probably right about that — they also have those tonk things that always need repairs — but where would I get supplies in a musty old tent? I wouldn’t even have a proper work area or lamp, either. But I went along with it. Doesn’t hurt to think about it, right? Nash said it’s important to have a plan. I don’t think it’s much of a plan, but he’s not wrong. I said he should do a show where he’s blindfolded and throws knives. I’ve seen some guys swallow knives, but I don’t think he should do that, I am not sure how safe it would be. Not that throwing knives blindfolded is really safe either, but at least he’s not the one getting stabbed if he misses.

And what if cursed Gilneans were thrown out too? I can’t imagine Rose ever leaving the city otherwise. I think she’d stay until they made her leave, or maybe fight them. Still, I went along with it. I said she could do acrobatics on her horse, something like that. She used to ride a lot, back in Gilneas. I’m not sure if Blackjack would be too interested in doing tricks, but it’s all imaginary anyway.

Nash is right, though. I should have a plan, I mean a real plan, if something were to happen. I have money saved up, but that’s not enough.

 

[Story] The Ghostclaw – Leinath’s Journal

Orledin got me a fox. An actual baby fox, not a statue or something. He said he got it from Dalaran, I don’t know how he was able to get there, and I didn’t know they kept animals there. A lot of animals have been displaced from all the demons, and he said they take care of them there. That must be a lot of animals though. You’d think they would just release them somewhere safe where there aren’t demons, but I’m not complaining. I’m really happy to have my own fox. I don’t have any idea how to take care of him though, I’ve never had a pet before and I’ve only seen foxes in glimpses now and then in the forest. Orledin gave me a paper from the place, it lists some things I should feed him and which things I shouldn’t (like candy). So I guess no cookies for him.

I don’t actually know if it’s a him or not. I’m not really sure how to tell. I asked Orledin what I should name him, and he said he wasn’t good at naming things, Pancat is called that because he’s grey, like a pan. I think Lucky is a good name. Because he’s lucky he won’t be eaten by demons, or hunted, and because he should be good luck for me, too. Orledin also got him a bunch of stuff, two bowls – one for food and one for water, some toys, and a little bed. I set up the bed in the corner where my bunk is, but so far Lucky likes my bed better. I don’t mind, he’s really cute. When he sleeps he curls up into a tiny ball with his little tail over his nose. He really likes roast spider, and also bread. I know bread isn’t a good thing to feed to foxes, but I like to let him try everything. Mostly I think he’ll eat stew or roast bird, I know they have that a lot at the school and Lin goes there all the time. So I’ll ask her if she can bring me some back for Lucky.

I don’t know how to train him either. I think it would be great if he could go on patrol with me when he’s bigger. Orledin suggested I ask the Captain or Nessna about that, because they know a lot about animals. And a fox is closer to a cat than a lizard or bird. For now though I’m just going to try to teach him some basic things, like to come when I call his name or to find things. He really likes bringing a toy back if you throw it for him. Everyone in the quarters wanted to watch him when I was doing that. I hope they don’t mind him being there too much. He’s not as loud as that dumb bird, anyway.

He’s definitely the best present I’ve ever gotten. It’s not my birthday or anything, either, so I feel a little weird that he’s spending all that money on me. It must have cost a lot to get him here all the way from Dalaran, and he also bought all those things for him. Orledin said he doesn’t have much to spend it on, which is true, I don’t either but I’m still trying to save as much as I can. Was he just trying to be nice? I think so, I don’t really know what to say to that. I’m grateful but what if he expects something else? It might be okay, I know there are other rangers who are together but they have their own places. It might be less okay if it’s there in front of everyone. And I’m still not sure about how things work since he’s… you know, not alive. It’s not something I can just casually ask, though maybe Julan would know. It’s always weird when I talk to him though.

[Story] Story a Week 24

[[ I actually used my prompt book this time! It was to write a story about a picture. Here’s the one I chose:

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The art is from a Magic: The Gathering card called Progenitus; the artist is Jaime Jones. Check out his work, it’s awesome! ]]

“Looks like she’ll be a bad one,” Elias Keller said, squinting up at the sky. All morning, dark clouds gathered above their little fishing village, biding their time.

Brenda nodded, tightening the tie-downs on the tarp covering her pick-up’s bed. “That’s what they say, but then they always say that, don’t they?”

Elias grunted in assent, starting up his sputtering motorbike. “Might be right about it this time. Keep yourself safe, Miss Brenda.” He steered the old bike down the gravel road, just as fat raindrops began to patter onto the ground. Like nearly everyone in their tiny coastal town, they’d stopped at the market for last-minute supplies. Folks in Leeside were well equipped for the regular squalls that passed throughout the season. The hills to the south took the brunt of it, but usually there’d be rain and heavy wind, sometimes the roads flooded and the residents were ready with sandbags. Brenda was well stocked with sandbags, as well as her generator and supplies of water and canned food. Since moving here twelve years ago following her divorce, she’d had to use them a fair number of times, but this storm looked as though it might actually follow through on its threat. One thing she didn’t have stocked up was animal feed; her chickens and pigs would need to eat, and if a storm blocked the road, who knows how long it would be until she could get to the market again? She made one last check of the ties, the wind already whipping the corners of her tarp, and got into the truck’s cab.

The sky had darkened, even since she’d left the store. She hoped old Elias had made it back home already. Big raindrops splashed the windshield, and out over the water she could see the pillars of heavy rain as they approached. Were there four of them? That was a big storm, indeed. Brenda wanted to check on the barn before it really hit, making certain the doors and shutters were closed, and the animals were secure. If one of them were to get lost in this, it surely wouldn’t return. She switched on her lights and her wipers as the rain intensified; it wasn’t so much drops as a steady stream of water, and her wipers could hardly keep up. A handful of vehicles passed her in the opposite direction, hurrying to the dry safety of their own homes.

Already the banks of the outlet had swollen, lapping at the bottom of the bridge. Brenda was thankful she hadn’t waited to make this trip — any later and the bridge would probably have been flooded. She held her breath as she eased the pickup over the narrow bridge, and onto the last stretch toward her house. Her first year here had been something of a shock. She’d chosen the tiny coastal town because it was as different as possible from the stark, barren desert where she’d lived with her husband. The rains there were fickle, short but intense. Brenda had always wanted to live near the ocean, so when she was free to move wherever she wanted, that’s exactly what she did. She hadn’t expected the storms, or how long they would last. There were winter storms, cold with bitter winds, and summer storms, roaring hurricanes. But being able to sit on her porch overlooking the sunset over the water made it all worthwhile.

Her two cats waited in the windows as the truck pulled up to the house. The feed would have to wait until the rain and wind subsided a bit; she could see the sheets of water blowing against the house. Brenda grabbed her keys and purse and hurried inside, the wind tugging at her. She set out the candles and matches and checked the generator, fed the cats and changed into dry clothes. Her picture window overlooked the bay, though she knew it wasn’t really a good idea to stay near it during a storm, she loved to watch them. The dark pillars of rain stood out even more strongly now, they looked — odd as it sounded — almost solid, as if she could reach out and touch them. The wind howled and shuddered around the house, and the electricity flickered once and blinked off. Brenda leaned forward to get a better look as something seemed to emerge from the clouds. It wasn’t her imagination this time, something was moving out there. Something really, really big.

[Story] Fairsong Academy – Irael’s Journal

Felarius has been going to get lessons away from the school, I asked him about it just because I was curious. At first he tried to lie but he’s not very good at it, plus he must know that I can keep a secret. He’s the only student here that I’d trust with a secret, and maybe Professor Firewind but he’s not a student. Anyway it wasn’t that hard to figure out, because he leaves at the same time and takes books and quills with him. Most of us hardly ever leave, so it wasn’t hard to notice. He’s getting lessons in summoning, and I guess the Headmaster knows about it. He only allowed it because the lessons are away from the school. That makes sense, I can only imagine what the rich students’ parents would say if they knew people were summoning demons inside the school. Felarius said he hasn’t summoned any yet, right now he’s just learning fel fire and studying the different kinds of demons. It’s a lot of extra work in addition to his regular classes, but the spring term is finishing so he should be less busy now. Felarius said it’s important to study demons so we can better protect against them, which I guess makes sense but it still seems like a bad idea to me. I mean, I’m sure I can find enough trouble without bringing demons into it. Oh yeah, and he said one of the demons wanted to eat him, but his instructor (Magister Firewind) wouldn’t let it. How could you even possibly want to study them after that? I would have been out of there. Magister Firewind is teaching him, along with someone else he doesn’t know as well. I was surprised by that, but I guess if anyone at the school would know about summoning, he makes the most sense. Felarius also said that’s how he got his face burned, which also makes sense. That’s another thing that would discourage me from wanting to study it, if I were him.

I’m not going to tell anyone. I still think it’s a bad idea, but I’m not going to say anything. He’s the only one here who knows what it’s like, where we are from and all of that. I still talk to him more than anyone else, even if he has weird ideas sometimes. And hopefully he can tell me funny stories about demons later on.

Fire class is going pretty well. The others aren’t so much, but I’ll have the whole summer to study and practice. I don’t have any plans to go anywhere, unless the Headmaster arranges a trip for us again. I liked Shattrath, it was interesting, and they have different books there so it’s kind of fun to go. I think some of the other students are going on trips on their own or with their families. My mother has settled in pretty well, I think. She seems happy in her little house and she’s even started doing some paintings on her own in her free time. She used to get home so late at night that she wasn’t able to, the hours here aren’t as bad. She painted little flowers and vines on all of her cabinets in the kitchen, it’s really cute. It’s good to see her doing something for herself after all that she did for me.

[Story] Story a Week 23

[[ I used the word “Fern” which I could swear was on my list but apparently wasn’t, so I have no idea where I got it. But here’s a story about ferns. ]]

Vynlorin knelt on the carpet of moss, plucking a small piece and crumbling it between his fingers. It had a slight, subtle scent — green and woody, evoking spring sunlight on the forest floor. That was the scent he was trying to capture, something that would be suitable for a ranger. But knowing your goal and actually achieving it were two completely different things. Perfumers could spend decades trying to perfect that one particular scent. To complicate matters, he didn’t really have a proper laboratory, either. He kept tiny jars and bottles on every surface of his room — the shelves, his desk, the windowsill, but it was a sort of organized chaos. He looked forward to having a real work-room, fully stocked and with proper storage.

Even without a laboratory, Vynlorin thought he was close to being satisfied with his fire-inspired perfume. Due to the spices he’d used, it even gave a slight warming effect on the skin when used. The only thing missing, he thought, was the subtle hint of ash at the finish. He’d tried using both ash and charcoal, but neither left much of a scent, certainly not enough to linger after the other stronger notes had dissipated. Still, he’d given samples to Xarola and Master Firewind, and some of the other fire students and they’d all been enthusiastic about it. Some encouragement was needed as he struggled with trying to pin down a frost scent — and this ranger one. There were a number of mints he thought about trying for frost, but none of them had the right watery edge to them. When he was stumped like this, he would simply smell everything and hope for inspiration to come.

Vynlorin pulled another small tuft of moss and placed it in his basket. Even if it wasn’t exactly what he was looking for, he wanted to save it to experiment with. He glanced around the forest for anything else he could try. Leaf litter? Messy, and the odor had the faint undertone of decay — not what someone wanted to wear for perfume. Mushrooms? Possible, but it would be difficult to distill them. Vynlorin took one just in case, its surface brown and woody like bark. Tiny white flowers speckled the forest floor, but they didn’t have much scent at all. Ferns? He paused, considering. They were plants, but not flowers. Most simply had a green sort of scent, nothing especially unique. But Vynlorin crushed a few of the small leaves and held them up to his nose. Yes, it mostly smelled of green, but it had a deeper complexity as well — reminiscent of a fresh rain, shadowy places, and soft earth. In short, it would be the perfect addition to his ranger scent. Smiling, Vynlorin took out his small knife and cut a bundle of fern fronds and lay them carefully in his basket. He had some work to do.

[Story] Xanaroth’s Journal

I brought Vallindra into the healers’ office, I was worried that something might be wrong and I thought it best that they see her. Everything seemed normal to be, but of course I’m not a healer, and she was well past her due date. I suppose the little one was warm and comfortable and wasn’t in any hurry to be disturbed! They decided to give Vallindra something that they said would hurry things along, she said it tasted really terrible. We waited there for quite a while, but nothing had happened yet. Esladra went home for the night, though Lani was still there, seeing to her father in the next room. Vallindra was worried because Lani doesn’t have much training in the area of babies — though she does have one herself so she must have some idea. Still, I had a hawkstrider outside ready to go and fetch Esladra at a moment’s notice. Vallindra slept, I had meant to stay awake but I fell asleep in the chair, until she woke me later that night. I wasn’t sure of the hour, but it was certainly late. Or early. I felt a little guilty waking Esladra at that hour, but then it was her job, wasn’t it? She was dressed and had her little bag ready much more quickly than I expected.

Once things started to happen, it went quickly. Lani came to assist so I did my best simply to stay out of the way. I wasn’t especially eager to see Vallindra in pain either — not to mention that she might rightfully blame me for being in this situation. I’m not the one who had to go through all of the discomfort, hopefully I can make it up to her later on. The baby is a girl. Vallindra said I could choose her name, and though I had a whole list ready it still wasn’t easy. Their name is something they have for life, it has to be nice and should fit them. I chose Elara, it’s short and pretty and it goes nicely with Embersun. I got to hold her, she’s so tiny that I was afraid I might drop her. Everything about her is tiny — her little fingers and her little ears and nose. And she’s cute. Of course I’m biased, but I think she’s one of the cutest babies I ever saw. No doubt she’ll grow up to be just as beautiful as her mother. She mostly sleeps now, and eats. I bring her to Vallindra for that, though sometimes I make a bottle if I want to let her get some rest. Esladra said that’s all she will do for a couple of weeks. I wonder about what she’ll be like, what her interests will be, what she’ll like in school, whether she’ll want to study summoning or not. I wouldn’t deter her of course, but I admit that it would worry me.

I had to skip Felarius’s lesson that week, because there was just too much to do. I felt bad about it, so we had an extra the next. He’s a good student, he has been keeping up on his reading and did all of the practice circles that I asked him to do. He asks questions but he doesn’t challenge me. I think he’ll do well. It’s been nice having a student again. I tried to explain it to Vallindra but I’m not sure she really understood. There’s nothing quite like seeing the student that you taught succeed and grow. Though I expect it must be similar to be a parent.