[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] Thorns – Harrier’s Journal

I went with Nash to look for eggs for the holiday. It’s really more for kids, I think, as there weren’t a whole lot of adults actually looking for eggs. But Nash never got to go as a kid, not to mention I am not going to pass up any free chocolate. I could have just bought some in a shop, but it’s more fun getting it for free off the ground, right? This holiday is a bit weird when you think about it. I’m not sure who hides all of the eggs, either. The kids kept finding more, so someone must have been placing them, but we never saw anyone doing it. Nash said he wanted to just wait for the guy and take all of them before he hides them. That would work, but it’s not really in the spirit of the whole thing. He also said we should just take some out of the kids’ baskets while they weren’t paying attention. Look, I’ve done some not so great things, but I’m not going to steal chocolate from kids. Besides, if we got caught they’d make us leave and draw a lot of attention, which is the last thing Nash needs. I finally talked him out of it. We didn’t get a whole lot, but we found a few that the kids had missed. There are always some hidden up higher and I got those ones, that the kids didn’t see or couldn’t reach.

There’s a booth where they sell things, baskets, toy rabbits, and things like that. They also sell real rabbits, I guess if you don’t feel like trying to catch your own. I got a black one and I pretended like I found it in the bushes. Nash had been all excited about one before, but then he kind of got cold feet. Like what if it dies? It shouldn’t die, I think rabbits are pretty easy to take care of. You just need to feed it grass and vegetables, maybe hay. We will need a little pen so it doesn’t get loose or anything. And I think it would be a good idea to keep the rabbit away from the furry people during the full moon. A rabbit would just look like a tasty snack to them if they’re in wolf form. Nash wanted to name it Mister McHoppers, which I think is a pretty silly name but hey, it’s his rabbit. He’s never had a pet. I haven’t either, I never really had any desire for one. I can understand where he’s coming from, because if it dies there’s really no one else to blame except yourself. That is a lot of responsibility. A lot of the sentinels have animals, but they’re not really pets so much as partners. But I remember Risarra showing me her saber cub right after it was born. I bet a nightsaber would be a pretty useful pet in the city, because it could guard your house.

Nash said it wasn’t exactly like he imagined it, but it might have been a little unrealistic. Like I think he thought chocolate was going to rain from the sky or something. It’s not quite like that. But he did say it was okay, which is something. I’m just happy I got some chocolate.

[Story] Thorns – Harrier’s Journal

Nash must have had an eventful night a little while back, but he doesn’t want to talk about it. From what little I did get out of him, he drank too much, then somehow ended up falling off a roof. I didn’t scold him for being careless, though maybe I should have. I think I already made my point about that before — not that it seems he’s taken it to heart. Usually he doesn’t drink to excess, so I do wonder what was the reason for that, it’s not like he just lost count or something. And which roof did he fall off of? I sure hope he wasn’t thinking of breaking in while he was drunk, Rose would have a fit for sure. Nash also mentioned that he tried to see Star, but she was busy. I explained that happens a lot, because that particular house is usually popular — I guess humans have a particular taste for elf women. He was sort of curious about that, asking if they hired any men too. I don’t know if they do, I imagine one of them must — there’s a house that serves every sort of interest if you look hard enough. But I don’t know why he’d want to get back into that kind of work, especially after being out of it so long. Maybe he just wants a fallback, but still, it’s a little worrisome. I told him I hadn’t really gone looking so I didn’t know, which is true. But I am certain there are humans in the city who like elf men, too.

More so, we got to talking about the egg holiday coming up, because I’m working on some little figures that can be mounted inside of egg shells, for the shop. Nash seemed really curious about it and asked a lot of questions. Personally, I don’t care that much about eggs, but they do have chocolate in them so that’s nice. Nash wanted to know if there were bunnies inside any of them, I said that I think maybe there were. They’re magical eggs I guess, or maybe you take them and turn them in for prizes. I haven’t actually gone to it since moving to Stormwind. I just remember the chocolate. As far as I know, it’s a human thing started by the nobles but it’s spread out to other places, probably as another excuse to eat chocolate. Nash said he always wanted to go as a kid, but never could. So I suggested that we could go, and suddenly he doesn’t want to anymore. Something about how it wouldn’t live up to his idealized picture of it, I didn’t really understand. Even if it’s not the greatest thing ever, it’ll still probably be okay, and we’ll get to eat chocolate. I would definitely make sure he got a little bunny, though I have no clue where we’d put it and I worry that Pup might try to eat it or something. Or Rose might drop it into a stew. Once again I have no idea if he actually wants to do something and won’t admit it, or doesn’t and would resent me nudging him into it. He’s awfully difficult to read most of the time. I also suggested he use some of the bath salts we have, to make his bruises feel better, and he didn’t seem to want to do that either. Maybe he wants to hurt, I don’t know.

[Story] Thorns – Harrier’s Journal

I still don’t understand Nash. He won’t let go of that stupid necklace, he’s like a starving dog with a bone. The house it’s in is heavily guarded, probably with magical locks as well. He keeps saying he knows how to get past those. Sure wish he’d share his secret. I keep telling him it’s not worth the risk. There’s a very high chance he’ll be caught, and the guards won’t go easy on him once they see he’s not a human. They’ll torture him and come after us next. I’m not worried about me, but Josie and Rose and Pup had nothing to do with this. They shouldn’t be locked up for Nash’s bad decision. Of course he swears he won’t tell, but I have to wonder if he’s ever been tortured before. Maybe he has. Either way, he’ll be dead or locked in the Stocks and he won’t see any of us again. I pointed that out, but I guess his necklace is worth more to him than that. I just can’t imagine anything that would be worth that much to me. Things can always be replaced. People can’t. I mean, maybe my hat, but I could always get a new one.

I know the necklace has memories attached to it, but they exist apart from the actual thing. I tried to explain that, but I am not sure he agrees. Plus, I’d think he wants to forget about his past. I know I do. Here he has a blank page, none of what happened matters anymore. Why keep holding onto it? I’m not who I was back in Ashenvale, I’m sure Nash isn’t the street kid in Silvermoon either.

I’m working on a new batch of clocks for the shop. Probably some mantle ones and maybe some standing. I’d love to do another really tall one, there’s so much more you can do with a large clock. Granted, the little ones are a fun challenge too, but in a different way. I wish I could get another job like the tower I did for that mage at the school. Maybe someone should suggest it to the mages here. I wonder about the figures I made for the kids, whether they’re broken or thrown out already. Nash insisted that we go and check on them. I really don’t think we’d be welcome back there, and I’m not really keen to go. But I’d fix them up if they were broken, assuming they still had the pieces. Just seems like a waste to me, but I guess there’s probably one kid who really liked it and keeps it carefully on a shelf or something. Does that make it worthwhile? I don’t know.

So I don’t know if Nash is going now or not. He seemed completely set on it, then suddenly he changed his mind again. Unless he’s just saying that so I stop pestering him about it, which is definitely possible.

I got a reply back from Ashenvale. She liked the chocolates, and she’s relieved there aren’t any demons here. They haven’t heard from the old man either. That’s a relief. Hopefully he’s happy somewhere away from the sentinels.

[Story] Thorns – Harrier’s Journal

Risarra sent me a letter. She was kind enough to just write “Elf” on it this time, rather than Sorias. Which is funny, but the mail carrier knew who it was for and I’d rather the whole city didn’t know about my old name. It was a surprise, I hadn’t expected to hear from her since the last time she wrote, about the demons in Ashenvale. I’ll admit I was a little worried — maybe she was writing because things had got really bad there. But they hadn’t. She was just asking about the old man who’d come through a while back. I’m not sure why she thought I would know where he is. Stormwind’s a big city, and there’s more than one elf here. If he’s still here, I haven’t seen him, but I’m sure he’s good at staying hidden. I know I am, if I want to be. Even if I had, I sure wasn’t going to tell the Sentinels where he is. Good on him for finally shaking them off his trail. I don’t want to lie to her, but I’d definitely lie to the others. Fortunately, I don’t have to — I haven’t seen him nor do I know where he went. Risarra asked if I remembered Avanniel. I do, she’s a horrid harpy. I’m guessing that’s the one who is looking for the old man.

Risarra wrote that the orcs are more or less gone, but there are still some demons. That was a relief, whatever my own feelings toward Ashenvale and the sentinels, I don’t want it burned down or devoured by demons. Most of them — Risarra included — wouldn’t do very well here in a big city. Let them stay safe in their forest, far away from me.

The goblins have started to put up their decorations for their holiday — ribbons and paper hearts everywhere. As far as I can tell, it’s purely invented to make a profit, yet no one seems to mind. They line up to buy gifts for people every year. I guess I can understand, I like getting gifts for people. I just think I’d be more enthusiastic about it if things were different. The person I want to buy things for isn’t interested, and I know Nash will be disappointed if I don’t do something for him. I know he liked the dragonhawk, but I’m not sure what else he’d like. Usually people buy chocolate or perfume or something, but I don’t think he’d really want either of those. Gilnean wine is becoming too expensive now, because it’s been all used up, but I heard there was a vineyard that’s going to try growing it here. I don’t know if it’ll work, because I know things like the soil and the weather affect the taste of the wine, but I’ll buy some when it’s for sale anyway. I also know those goblin dresses are definitely not Rose’s style. She’d sooner strangle with me one than wear it. Pretty sure Nash isn’t into dresses either.

Hopefully I figure out something in time. I have a while yet, I think.

And I should write back, though I guess it’ll be a short letter.


[Story] Thorns – Harrier’s Journal

We went to Old Town to deliver the blankets and toys. I knew where some of the worst streets were, where it was unlikely any other charities had come by, and they’d need the blankets the most. I think we probably looked pretty suspicious hanging around there with our wagon full of blankets. We definitely weren’t from the Cathedral or any other group like that. People were wary, with good reason. I realized that we’d need a name of a group to sound more legitimate. I thought about advertising the shop, but it’s not like most people here would be able to afford them anyway. Plus, blankets have nothing to do with clocks. Nash came up with “Blanket Pals” which sounded kind of silly but I couldn’t think of anything better so I used it. I’m not sure the people really believed it either, but they didn’t question free stuff for the most part. Some did. Some thought it was a trick or something like that, which I can understand. People don’t usually show up to offer you free stuff at your door. Other people wanted blankets even though they didn’t have any kids. A few times I gave them anyway, just to avoid trouble, we had more blankets than toys anyway. There was one guy watching us on the street and I gave him one, too. Nash thought he was planning to jump us or something. I think we could have handled it, but I’d rather avoid a big scene like that. It wouldn’t look good for anyone. It took a lot less time than I thought to run out, a lot of the houses had more than one kid in them. I don’t know if they liked the toys or not. Nash thinks they will, because they don’t have anything that’s really theirs. He might be right, but I don’t know. I still feel like the others who didn’t get toys or blankets are just going to steal them from those who did. Nash says that at least they would have it for a short time, and that’s better than none at all. I think I disagree. I think it’s way worse to have something and lose it, than never know what it was like at all.

He was cold, so I thought he’d want to go home, but we stopped for a stout first. I picked a table right next to the fireplace. It definitely feels like it’s going to snow tonight. He talked about Silvermoon, and how it never snowed there. He asked if I ever missed anything about Astranaar. I said no. I can’t think of anything that would make up for the bad things there, I mean, the trees were nice but trees are everywhere. I don’t want to have to live in them. This place feels more like home than it ever did. We got to talking about stuff at home. It was a bad idea, I shouldn’t have brought it up. I know he wants more than I’m able to give, but at the same time he’s convinced himself he doesn’t because it makes things easier. Like I told him, I wish I could just stop caring about her, forget it all and move on. I thought maybe there was a spell a mage could do, like to erase my memories or something. But I don’t know if that would even work when I see her every day. And there are some memories I want to keep. The good ones, from when it was just me and her above the shoe shop, snow falling outside. Those were good memories. Nash said I should just ask her what the chances are, but I know she won’t give me an answer. Maybe she can’t either. I know if Josie weren’t here, the chances would be better. It’s just a fact. I keep hoping she’ll decide to go away with that half-breed after all, I know it sounds awful but I can’t help thinking it. But she’s nice, I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want to hurt Nash either. I shouldn’t have done what I did in the Ghostlands. I was lonely and I missed her, but now it’s gotten all complicated and I don’t know how to fix it without hurting him. He thinks I don’t care, but that’s not true at all. If things were different, I could see it happening. I probably wouldn’t have considered it before, but we get along well and we both have a good time. That’s all that matters, right? I’ll try to talk to her, but I don’t know how much it’ll help. I’m scared to hear there’s no chance at all. I’m not sure what I’ll do if she says that.

[Story] Thorns – Harrier’s Journal

[[ Sorry it’s been slow again, we had a plumbing emergency so I have a water leak in my dining room 3 days before Thanksgiving… oh, and the kids are off school for 5 days. ]]

The nights are getting cold, enough that there’s frost sometimes on the ground and windowpanes in the mornings. The winter holiday will be here soon, so I’ve been working hard so we have enough in the shop for all of the people who will be coming in. Just usual stuff mostly, pocketwatches and small clocks, though I always do a few fancier ones just in case. And the animals for the window, of course. Nash said he wanted me to make some to give to kids who don’t have any toys. I haven’t forgotten about that, either. I’m still not sure what a little kid wants with a clockwork animal that’ll probably break anyway. They’d probably rather have a ball or something useful like a knife. But I’ve been making a few a week, in between all of the watches and clocks. Once in a while it’s handy to be awake all night.

Nash got a letter back from the person in Silvermoon. I guess they used to work together, so the guy’s only charging him a few gold to look up the information he needs. When Rose gave him the letter, he tore out of here like he was on fire, she said. He was gone for quite a while, we weren’t sure if he was even coming back. Turns out he’d seen his necklace, being worn by a rich lady. He tracked her to the house where she lives, and wants to plan to get in and get the necklace. He was nervous because there are a lot of guards. That does make it trickier, but not impossible at all. Rich people are paranoid, but they’re also very predictable – they follow a set way of doing things and always do it the same way at the same time. So you just have to watch and learn where the blind spots are. It will take patience, though, and I’m worried he will get too excited about getting his necklace back and rush things. That would be bad. I’d like to help him out if I can, but it’s not a good time right now.

So that’s two really good things for him in one day. He’s going to get his necklace back, and hopefully find out more about his past. I know I should be happy for him. He’s had enough bad stuff happen that he definitely deserves this. But at the same time, I can’t help feeling a little — I don’t know, not jealous, but something like it. Even though I got him a new necklace, it doesn’t matter. He’d rather have the other one. And I’ll never know anything more about my past, no matter who I pay to look it up, because those kind of records don’t exist. Nash was kind of surprised by that. Most kaldorei don’t even live in towns, so it’s impossible to keep track of when everyone is born and things like that. I mean, it’s possible the sentinels might know more; who might have had a baby and given it up, but not likely. I’ve already asked, anyway, and got no answers. Nash has a vague memory, not a good one, but it’s a memory all the same. I don’t even have that. Maybe that makes it easier to leave all of it behind. If I knew more, I might be tempted to go look for my mother, or my father. And while I do wonder sometimes, I know I’m better off here. The past can stay in Kalimdor.

Nash was saying some weird things about sentinels and druids, too. I would say he should meet some in person to see what I’m talking about, but I know they’d shoot him on sight. Though that’s probably more merciful than having to talk to them. I was telling him about druids and how they sleep for so long and he was really hung up on the fact that they must smell. I mean, I guess? But I’m sure they wash when they get up. The ones in town never smelled, at least that I noticed. But I wasn’t really going up to sniff them either. I got kind of annoyed. I don’t like talking about kaldorei, it reminds me of things I’d rather forget about.