[Story] Fairsong Academy – Sorelle’s Diary

Dear Diary,

Xarola and I went to visit the rangers. She had Terellion bake some cupcakes, I don’t really think they needed them because Orledin always makes them cookies, but she insisted. I guess it’s different enough that they won’t be too bored to eat them. Now that I think of it, though, I think it was just so she had an excuse to go talk to the alive rangers. We brought the soaps and perfumes too. I was worried that Salenicus might think it’s because he smells bad, I mean why else would you give someone soap for a gift? And he did say that. But I told him that it was because Xarola makes perfumes with Vynlorin, and she wanted to give me something in exchange for making the dresses. She said it wouldn’t be fair to take them for free. I like my perfume, I told her to try to make it kind of strong because I can’t smell things very well. It’s still kind of faint, like they were stored away in an attic for a long time or something, but it’s still nice. It’s like just a little hint of them as you walk past. Of course, other people can probably smell it a lot more, so I’m careful to just use a tiny bit. I don’t want anyone to complain or get a headache because of my perfume. And I won’t wear it in class, only for dances and things like that. The one they made for Salenicus smells a bit like trees, and a bit like leather. I don’t know how you can make a perfume smell like leather, but they did. I hope he likes it. There are some soaps too, and she cut them in the shape of leaves, I thought that was cute.

The ranger building is nice. I guess I expected it to be dirty or just a bunch of tents, but it’s not. The building is new, and they take good care of it. There’s a stable for animals and some smaller cabins along one side,  that’s where some of the rangers live. Most of them still come inside to eat in the main building though, and that’s also where they visit and talk. There were some around when we arrived, because it was close to dinner time. Orledin and the alive ranger were working in the kitchen making the bread. I am not even sure that he noticed I was there at all, but then he told me I should look outside for Salenicus. That’s all though. Xarola stayed inside and gave the alive rangers the cupcakes.

I didn’t see Hernester. I’m not sure if he was hiding or maybe they let him leave. I hope he’s doing okay though. I had to walk out a little ways into the trees, to some troll ruins. It’s easy to forget with all the new buildings, but there used to be trolls living here in the forest. I’m glad they aren’t here anymore, but the ruins are still here. I’m not sure why Salenicus likes to go there, he said it was because he could be alone, but there are other places to be alone. He was working on carving and I was afraid to say anything because I didn’t want to startle him, after all he wasn’t expecting me to be there. It was supposed to be a rabbit, but he said the ear was messed up. I don’t know, it looked okay to me. I said it could still be a bear or something like that. He’s getting better at carving, I think.

He wanted to know about my classes, and I said they start next week. Also he asked if we should meet inside since it’ll get colder soon. I don’t really mind the cold until it starts to freeze, but I said we could use the greenhouse if he wanted to see the plants. It’s warmer in there, and it’s not busy at night. During the daytime, a lot of people want to use it. I’m always worried they won’t want me in there with them, like the heat causes me to smell more or something. Or they’ll bump into me and think it’s gross. So I just try to work on my plants at night. Salenicus said the rangers are more accepting. I’m not sure, but he might be right. I don’t think I could be a ranger though, could you imagine? Running around in the woods with a bow. Maybe it’s because they can’t see each other as well in the dark, so it doesn’t matter so much what you look like.

I mentioned the dances, and he said he wanted to go. And he wants to dance. I hadn’t even really planned to go — it’s not very much fun if you can’t eat anything and no one talks to you. So I don’t have any ideas for a mask at all, and now I have to think of one. Or two. He asked if we should match. I don’t know, should we? Are we even a thing? Would that be too much? I should ask Xarola. A lot of people do birds or animals, but it could also just be a color with lots of feathers and decorations. As long as it looks nice. It’s been ages since I went to a mask party. I don’t know if I even remember how to dance. I should practice, but I don’t know who would agree to help me with that. I guess one good thing about being dead is that my hands won’t get too sweaty.

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[Story] The Ghostclaw – Mossflower

[[ Another “flower” story, it wasn’t planned that way but I got the idea so I ran with it! ]]

At first, Sorrowmoss protested against Selenicus’s visits to the mage school. It was reckless and foolish, not to mention going directly against their patrol orders. If he wished to waste his time with that human girl, Salenicus could do so on his own, without dragging she and Orledin into it. Of course Orledin was the one who encouraged it in the first place. Worse than that, it was boring simply standing around waiting while Salenicus discussed hair ribbons or whatever it is that young human girls care about. Though she too was undead, Sorrowmoss thought there could be little in common with any of them, any more than being alive made humans and elves alike. But as the spring bloomed into the summer, Sorrowmoss found herself enchanted by the school’s gardens. She dared not go through the heavy gates, of course, but she stood outside them and marvelled at the beautiful blooms. In this dismal forest, the gardens seemed like a colorful oasis, a glimpse into a happier time in the past. She could not smell them, not from so far away, but when the breeze was just right she almost thought that she could. The delicate, romantic smell of roses and the hot, summery-sweet jasmine of warm summer nights. They stirred memories she had not thought about in decades, because they hurt too much. But here, with the others distracted, sometimes she would permit them to rise and dwell there in her mind.

Niarah would have loved the gardens, taken her hand and dragged her to every single one of the bushes and insist she smell them. She would have plucked a stem or two — careful not to harm the plant, of course, and tucked a spring behind Sorrowmoss’s ear. Except she was Selenne then. She always felt like a drab little sparrow, with her plain brown hair and ordinary looking features — the leather armor didn’t help matters, either. Niarah was like a majestic phoenix, a bonfire burning bright in the night, a swirl of autumn leaves with their vivid colors. She had the brightest hair the color of fire, in loose curls that she was always tucking behind her ears. The mage from the school who sometimes came to the ranger building, his was the closest that Sorrowmoss had seen since then. The color wasn’t quite right, and his curls were smaller, but it was close enough to remind her every time that he came to recharge the wards. But beyond that, there was a sense of life about her, she seemed to stir it in everyone she came across. Beyond being hopelessly beautiful, she was an exceptional ranger. She was made captain only a few short years after joining the unit, chosen by the retiring former captain. It seemed unfair, Sorrowmoss remembered thinking, that she should have everything. But it was difficult to dislike Niarah, and certainly more so when they started to spend more time together.

Sorrowmoss never understood why someone like Niarah wanted to spend time with her, but she did. They patrolled together often, at first they talked often, talking about their families and their pasts and their dreams, but eventually they didn’t need to. They worked in tandem, like a pair of hunting cats, the one knowing the other’s intentions without words. Some evenings they would go down and swim in the river, bringing a basket of food to eat afterward. Niarah loved flowers, she almost always had a little vase of them in her room, or woven into her hair. She knew all of their names and what they could be used for. She also said they had meanings, if you gave someone a certain flower. Niarah would often stop on patrol and pick one, tucking it into her pouch. Back at home she would put it between the pages of a book to flatten and dry it. If you tried to read any book at her house, you would find dozens of those little dried flowers waiting in the pages. Sorrowmoss thought she rarely read them and probably kept them only for that purpose.

Niarah called her “Mossflower”, those impossibly tiny white blooms that grow among the green velvet moss. They weren’t flashy or showy, in fact they were easily overlooked, Niarah said. But those who took the time to look would be rewarded with their beauty and sweet scent. Would she still think that now? If she was thankful for anything, it was that Niarah never had to see what she had become.

[Story] Fairsong Academy – Sorelle’s Diary

I’m making some dresses for Xarola. I like making them for myself, but it’s exciting to make them for someone else sometimes, too. I get to use fabric and styles that I might not use for myself. I really hope someone will buy some really fancy fabric so I can use that, but it hasn’t happened yet. I guess because most students don’t have a lot of money to buy things like fabric. I keep thinking about doing it for a business, and I don’t think it’s a bad idea, except that I can’t get any of the things myself. It’s not the same being able to see and touch the fabric yourself when you pick it out. Also I don’t know if Tik knows all of the different kinds — he might, because he does seem to know a lot about house things, but he might not too. Usually I don’t ask for any money from people at the school, because it feels weird to, but Xarola insisted so I told her I’d like some of that perfume that she and Vynlorin make. I still have some sense of smell and I think it would be nice, even if no one else notices it. I guess I kind of hope that Salenicus does, but I’m not sure if he will. Sometimes it’s a long time between when he stops by, and Xarola said that’s because the rangers are really busy. But I don’t think they are, I mean, Salenicus always tells me what happens on his patrol and usually it’s the same thing — which is to say, not very much most nights. Then she said maybe Orledin and Sorrowmoss are impatient and don’t want to wait for him. That might be true, but it also doesn’t seem like they’re in a big hurry to get back. If they’re being impatient, that’s not very nice of them.

I wanted to know about how Xarola and Vynlorin started seeing each other, like if something happened suddenly or if it was just gradual. She said they just talked first and went on walks to pick flowers, which isn’t very interesting. I guess I thought it was more like the books more often, but she made it sound kind of boring. He is handsome though, and they like a lot of the same things. They don’t live together yet either. I thought it might be nice to have my own little house, just so I can keep the lights on at night and not disturb anyone else who is sleeping. I always worry that I’m going to wake someone walking around or while I’m sewing. Part of it is just wanting my own space too, not that my room isn’t nice, it’s lovely. Xarola said I could ask the headmaster, but I don’t think I will. It wouldn’t seem fair to have my own if nobody else does. She also said her mother might move out here. That will be a lot of older people in one place! I said they should have little gatherings for them to meet and talk and drink tea or whatever. We could teach a class about flowers in the greenhouse, though I expect Xarola’s mother already knows a ton about flowers and plants, since she sells them for her job. But I think it would be good for them to be able to meet like that. If my parents were alive, I bet they would like it.

I don’t remember why, but I mentioned that Orledin was interested in one of the alive rangers and likes to bake with him. Xarola suddenly got very interested in that and wanted to know all about it, if they’re together and things like that. I said I didn’t know, because I don’t — everything I know is just things that Salenicus has told me. Xarola said she wanted to go and watch them bake together which feels a little weird to me, like they’re some kind of performers or something. I wouldn’t want someone just watching me sew, well I guess I wouldn’t mind but it still seems strange to me. But I don’t think there’s any talking her out of it, she was already making plans to bring the rangers some soap and perfume. I do think they would like that. And maybe I could give some to Salencius, but I don’t want him to think that it’s because he smells bad. It would be nice to see the ranger building, too. Maybe I could even see how Hernester is doing.

[Story] Fairsong Academy – Sorelle’s Diary

Dear Diary,

I waited outside in the garden for the rangers to come. Normally, students aren’t allowed out of their room that late, but the Headmaster makes an exception for me because I don’t need to sleep and thankfully he understands that it’s too boring to stay in bed for all that time. I like to think that it means he trusts me, too. It’s not that I’m doing anything bad, I’m either studying, or sewing, or in the greenhouse usually. I might practice spells, but nothing with fire. Even though the practice rooms are warded, I think it’s too dangerous without a teacher present. Lately I’ve been trying to work on my frost magic, it doesn’t come easily to me at all so it’s less embarrassing to practice when no one else is around.

Salenicus said the other two rangers wait out on the road while he’s here. I think they probably peek in and watch, I don’t really like that but I can’t blame them I guess. Just standing around would be boring. Salenicus says that Sorrowmoss doesn’t like talking, or taking breaks for that matter, so it’s probably just Orledin who is peeking. Anyway, I told him about the frost magic and he was asking about it. He could probably tell from my answers that I don’t even understand frost theory very well. He said they saw big spiders and bats on their patrol, and Orledin got scared of the bats and ran away. I said he should see the big ones they have in Undercity, you can ride on them. Not that I would, I am pretty sure they have diseases, though I suppose it doesn’t matter now. They’re still creepy, but I wouldn’t run away from them I don’t think. Maybe I would, if it was flying right at me.

He gave me a little bunny that he carved out of wood. It’s very nice, I’m going to paint it later. I said it would be cute to have a whole herd of them all painted different colors, but then I realized that wasn’t very nice to say because it sounded like I didn’t appreciate it enough or something. But if he’s like me, he probably needs something to do when he’s not on patrol anyway. I’m also going to get some little beads for the eyes, I think that would make it look realistic. He told me about his family that he lost back in the attacks. He had two sons, I didn’t know he was that old. I think it’s hard to tell with elves. I’m not sure how I should feel about that, it’s a big thing to get over. But then, I think everyone here must have lost something, some (like us) just lost more than the others. I told him I think it would be easier if we were still alive, we’d still have lost family and friends, but at least we’d have that. I don’t know. I try not to get sad about it, but sometimes it’s hard.

Like I said that I wanted to go swim, because it’s summer, but all of the swimming clothes don’t cover your arms and legs. I don’t want anyone seeing those, because they don’t look that great. You can see bones in some places even though I’m careful. There’s just nothing I can do about it. Salenicus suggested that I should get one that covers them, but that’s sort of the purpose of swimming clothes, right? Something so simple, alive people don’t even have to think about it. I wish I could just wear a cute swimming dress and go lay on the beach and splash in the water and look at boys without having to worry about all of that.

He told me about Silvermoon, too. I think he was trying to make it sound less interesting so I wouldn’t feel bad that I can’t go. I said I used to live in Dalaran, and he said it’s not as nice as that. But I bet it is. I’ve seen it from far away, the towers are so beautiful. I do miss Dalaran, I mean before. We used to stop after class at the baker’s cart and get little treats and walk to the park to eat them. On spring and summer days you could smell the flowers on the breeze. I think Silvermoon must be at least that nice.

[Story] Fairsong Academy – Sorelle’s Diary

Dear Diary,

I asked Xarola what to do, and she said that she thinks he definitely likes me, because he comes to visit all the time. I don’t know if that’s true, because Orledin comes to visit all the time too, though he spends all his time in the kitchen. I just thought he came along because he was bored, or to keep an eye on Orledin or something. I can see him doing something like that. I said I didn’t think so, because he’d never given me any signs or anything like that. I also told Xarola about how they treat Hernester, and she said I should go and talk to the captain there. I really don’t think he would listen to someone he doesn’t even know. A lot of people don’t like being told they are doing things the wrong way. Xarola said he’d listen to me because I’m undead and I know more about it, well that’s not really true in my experience. Then when I was already there I could talk to Salenicus. But I don’t even know what I would say. He stopped coming to visit anyway, so I thought that was the end of it. Then Linarelle came to see me and I told her about it, and I guess she talked to him because he changed his mind and brought flowers.

They were nice flowers. I’m pretty sure they were bought in the city because they aren’t ones that grow here, and it’s still a bit too cold for flowers. There was a card too, with a poem. He didn’t write it but he said that was how he feels. It was a nice poem. I didn’t know he felt any of those things. I mean, just because I’m the only person here who is undead too. I guess there’s the ranger, but she doesn’t talk to them. So he picked me because I’ll talk to him. He said that he was lonely, I can understand that at least. But it’s a long way to go just to talk to someone every day. I mean, we can’t do any of the things in the book — well, most of them anyway. That’s another thing, he said his wife used to read those books. I don’t know what to think about that. Does he still miss her? He probably does. He’s a lot older so I should have figured he would have had a family before. He also said he doesn’t care that I’m a human. Obviously I don’t care that he’s an elf, but I think elves tend to care a little more about that kind of thing.

They have the night patrol, but they take a couple of breaks during the night. I said it would probably be okay to meet outside in the garden, as long as I tell Tik. It wouldn’t be a good idea for them to be coming inside in the middle of the night, it might wake people up and scare them. But out in the garden, or the woods would be okay. Salenicus said he was going to try to get Orledin and the other ranger to stop here. I hope they aren’t just going to be standing around the whole time. That would be awkward.

[Story] Sorelle’s Diary

[[ Kids are off on Spring Break this week, we’re also preparing for our moving sale next weekend, so it’s kind of busy around here. Doing my best to write anyway! ]]

Magister Fairsong brought me some wood from the city. There’s a cloth bag and it’s full of little pieces, all different sizes and colors. I don’t know what kind of wood any of them are, but they seem like they’re nice. Definitely nicer than firewood for carving. Most are squares or rectangles but some are triangles, or have a little curve. There are also some metal tools and a book about how to carve things. I don’t know how much Salenicus knows about it, so hopefully the book is useful to him. I have everything ready for the next time they bring bread. I tried to give Magister Fairsong some money for it, but he said it was okay. That was nice of him. When I asked him about going, he thought it was for me. I guess I could have said it was, but then he’d notice when I was never carving it. Maybe I could learn too, but I already have my own hobby. Two, actually, sewing and gardening. I just said it was for someone else, I’m pretty sure he could figure it out because no one else ever talks to me for more than a few minutes, besides teachers anyway.

I think he was kind of upset about that, like he thinks they should be spending more time with me. If they don’t want to, that’s okay. I don’t want him to force them, having people pretend to like you doesn’t feel good. It’s my hope that eventually they will get used to me and someone will be able to see past it, but it does take time. I’m not ashamed to admit that I probably wouldn’t have wanted to talk to a dead person before, either. Loralinde is really interested in ghosts, so I have a feeling she might ask me about that. It’s kind of her hobby, I guess. Even being a magic student, you need something to do in your own time. She says she talks to the different ghosts here and is trying to study them. I don’t know how the ghosts feel about it. If I was a ghost it might feel like she was being kind of nosy, but I’m not a ghost. I have seen some in the ruins of Lordaeron though, and there are other kinds of undead there. I could tell her about those if she asks me. If she really wanted, she could go and see them for herself but I do not recommend it. That city is really disgusting and smelly. I’m dead and even I could smell it.

He also asked a lot about the ball, like if I was going to go. I can’t eat anything, so it’s awkward to just sit around and watch everyone else dance. It just makes me feel sad and more left out. I didn’t want to say that because I think he already felt guilty when I said that people don’t talk to me. But even he didn’t allow undead until recently, or did he forget about that? Orledin and Salenicus weren’t even allowed to come in until I came here. And that was only because Magister Raleth vouched for me. If not for him, I wouldn’t be allowed here at all. I don’t know, I thought about sewing a new dress, I have some nice pastel fabric and I could make some fabric flowers to go on it. I can’t use real flowers because I don’t want to pick them from the garden, plus these ones won’t die. But it seems like it would be a waste to make a dress for a party I won’t even stay at. I still have a little while to decide.

[Story] Fairsong Academy – Sorelle’s Diary

Dear Diary,

Orledin came to the school again, he baked some little cookies for the baby that looked like a baby head. That sounds weird, but they were cute. I wish I could have eaten one, I bet they were really good. As soon as he arrived, he went right into the kitchen again. I don’t really think he wants to talk. The other death knight came too though, he was out in the sitting room while I was studying. I’m trying to get better at arcane, especially portals, so I’ve been doing extra studying in my free time. I think it would be great to be able to just go anywhere I like. Well, anywhere I’ve seen before, but that’s still a lot of freedom. It’s not that I don’t like it here, just sometimes it would be nice to go somewhere on my own.

He asked what I was reading about and I explained, he also wanted to know what I do when I’m not studying. I said that I like sewing, it’s fun to be able to make something out of just some cloth and thread. I’m not an expert or anything, but I’m pretty good and I can make some nice things. It’s handy when I can’t get to any shops, which I can’t here. I could ask Tik or the headmaster to buy fabric for me I suppose, but they won’t know exactly what I want. I like to be able to see and touch it before choosing. When I lived in the tower I never got fabric so I just had to use whatever was there, those dresses weren’t very nice. Since they’re going to build a greenhouse, I thought I might try gardening as well. I don’t think it would be too difficult and I like the idea of being able to grow something, make something pretty where it wasn’t there before. Plants won’t care that I’m not alive.

From what he said, being a ranger is pretty good. He said he likes that Sunashe yells at him, which I thought was pretty weird, but then he explained that he meant because he’s treated like a regular elf, and not an undead one. That makes sense, though I still don’t think I’d like getting yelled at. There are three undead rangers, they’re all elves but one is a girl too. Plus the one outside. I don’t like that they call him the “lawn ornament”, even if he’s lost his memory it’s still not very nice. I think I’d be upset seeing him there every day and reminding me of what’s going to happen. I hope it doesn’t for a long time. There must be mages working on stopping it, right? If that’s even possible. I’m the first undead person allowed here, and that’s only because Magister Raleth vouched for me. Otherwise I’d still be banned, and so would the undead rangers. I told the death knight that it still feels weird sometimes, like they’re trying to be friendly but they don’t really know how. Which might be true.

I am looking forward to Shattrath though. Salenicus said there’s a market there, and undead aren’t banned, unlike Silvermoon, so I’ll be able to buy things. I have some money saved up so I hope they have some nice fabric. It’ll give me something to do at night that’s not loud. I don’t want to disturb anyone. I also want to get some more journals for writing in. I don’t know what else, maybe some garden tools, but I think Terellion might already have those. But it would be good to have my own.