[Story] Imralion’s Journal

I’m a little worried about Aeramin. Sometimes he gets in these moods where he doesn’t want to talk or do anything but stay in bed, but this has lasted a few days now. I’ve tried my best to help, but it’s hard when there’s really nothing I can do to help the situation. And I’m not sure if he wants to talk, or just wants to be left alone. I’ve made sure that he eats, and I also tried distracting him by doing things around the house without my shirt on. He at least smiled a little at that. He hasn’t told me, but I’m pretty sure he’s upset about missing his mother. He’d been doing okay, but seeing his father with someone else must have brought up all those feelings again. And I know he’s upset because Arancon could have stopped drinking when he was with Maena, but he didn’t. I can agree, that seems kind of unfair to his mother. He invited us over to dinner at his house. It sure has changed a lot from the last time we were there, I hardly even recognized it. He’s painted the outside and put new shingles on, there were also flowers planted around the outside. Inside, everything is new and fixed up, there’s new furniture and it actually looks like a real house now. Before it just looked like an abandoned dump, which it was.

Arancon made this chicken that was really spicy, I thought it was great! Aeramin said he couldn’t eat his, so I ate it while they were talking. Though now that I think about it, I wonder if he just wasn’t eating because he was too upset. At least he ate the cake, that’s something. It was a coffee cake with cinnamon crumbs on top, Orledin made it I guess. We just talked about normal things. Arancon’s girlfriend seems all right, though she’s definitely younger than him. I’m not sure what she wants with a mean old jerk anyway, though I guess he was being okay. Later on, Arancon asked me to help move a tree that fell on the back porch, because his hand is in a cast from when he punched Bailas. I think he just wanted me out there so he could talk about stuff. He said he was sorry for the things he said before. If you’re sorry, then why did you say them in the first place? Anyway, I told him that I wasn’t the one he needs to apologize too. Aeramin is the one who needs to forgive all the bad things that he did. Sometimes I wish Arancon wasn’t such a jerk, because maybe he could kind of be like my dad, but I don’t know.

After dinner, she went in the kitchen to help Arancon with the dishes. They were in there a really long time. I started to think something besides dishes was happening in there. It took so long that Aeramin was starting to fall asleep, so he said that we were going to leave. And Arancon told us to shut the door on the way out. Which means that he was staying, and probably she was too. Lin says that old people are allowed to do that stuff too, but do they have to flaunt it in front of everyone? That’s gross. She asked if Aeramin and I would stop when we were older and I said no, of course not. But that’s different. How is it different, Lin said. I can’t explain, it just is! Then she made it worse by pointing out that our mother has that man she works with, and probably stays in the tent with him. That’s really not helping, Lin. At least she hasn’t brought him around, though she probably will, because Lin will tell her to just to annoy me.


I had to drag Aeramin out of bed to get him ready for his classes, and I didn’t want to be late to work either. I want to get him something that will cheer him up after I get off, but I’m not sure what would be good. Chocolate maybe, or a book from the book shop. If I have time before he comes to pick me up, I’ll get both.


[Story] Character of the Week – Imralion Sunsorrow

[[ Imralion is a blood knight and the brother of Linarelle. He met Aeramin while training in Shattrath and they have been together since. Here he’s spending some time with his nephew. ]]

Imralion looked at his nephew as soon as Linarelle closed the door. She and Sunashe would be staying overnight at a winery in Eversong, and they needed someone to watch Tialan for them. That someone turned out to be Imralion, though his sister made it clear that it hadn’t been her idea. Sunashe had insisted it would be better for Tialan to stay with someone he knew — though Imralion had doubts that the baby knew him at all. He’d seen him before, sure, but never spent much time together. They’d dropped him off complete with a bag full of his things, and — thankfully — written instructions. It was only one night, Imralion reassured himself. How bad could it be? And he could always ask Aeramin, though his experience with babies was barely more than his own. He had taken care of Lyorri for a little while, though.

Right now, Tialan was sitting in the middle of his blanket on the floor, chewing on some of his toys. Lin said that he’d be teething, which meant he’d be chewing on a lot. A long string of drool ran out of his mouth. That was kind of gross, but Imralion wasn’t sure if he should wipe it up or not. Maybe drool was good for teething. He consulted the sheet of paper and it didn’t say anything about drooling, only that he might like to eat cool things if his gums hurt. He was also talking, at least, he was making baby sounds that sort of sounded like words. He was kind of cute, Imralion had to admit. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Aeramin came up from his workroom and blinked in surprise. “We’re babysitting,” Imralion explained. “It wasn’t my idea.” He knew babies weren’t exactly Aeramin’s favorite topic, but thankfully he didn’t seem upset by the idea. Arancon was always nagging Aeramin to spend more time with Lyorri, but this wasn’t Lyorri so maybe he wouldn’t mind. After sitting with Tialan a few minutes, Aeramin got up to start cooking supper.

Tialan started to cry. No, it was more of a shriek. Who knew such a loud sound could come out of such a tiny thing? Imralion didn’t know what to do. He consulted the list. Aeramin poked his head out of the kitchen. “What do I do?” Imralion asked.

“Is he wet?”

Imralion blinked. How was he supposed to know? “Uh…” Aeramin came over and felt the baby’s bottom.

“I don’t think he is.”

“Maybe he’s hungry,” suggested Imralion. “What does he eat?”

The sheet did have that on it, but Aeramin knew the answer too. “Soft things, he can’t really chew yet. He’ll have to wait a little bit while it cooks though.”

Tialan continued wailing. “What do I do until then?”

Aeramin shrugged. “Maybe he wants to be held.”

Imralion looked at the crying baby, uncertainly. “How do I do that?”

“Just pick him up. He’s old enough to hold up his head.” Aeramin disappeared back into the kitchen again. How did he know so much about babies, anyway?

“Okay, here goes,” Imralion said under his breath, reaching out and picking up his nephew, his face red from crying. He hiccuped but then stopped, reaching for Imralion’s hair. “Hey,” he called into the other room. “I think it worked.”

“See, you’re a natural.”


[Story] Imralion’s Journal

I ended up spending some of my time at the party with Aeramin’s father. It wasn’t planned — Julan showed up with some kind of emergency and dragged Aeramin off. They were gone for quite a while, in the meantime I made up some plates for both of us. I might have eaten some while I was waiting, too. It’s difficult not to. I didn’t expect Arancon to be there at all, I can’t ever remember seeing him at one of the parties. He said he was there to see Lyorri and give her some presents, which is a good reason I suppose. But as far as I know, there wasn’t anyone watching him to make sure he stayed out of trouble, Tik probably keeps an eye out, but he’s got enough other things to worry about.

It’s so frustrating that he still says things about Aeramin like he does. I’m not sure which of us he’s trying to upset. He implied that Aeramin was doing something other than talking to Julan, and that’s what was taking him so long. I trust Aeramin, I don’t worry about him doing something like that. Why would his own father say something like that? I mean, I guess it’s better than in the beginning, when he thought I was paying for Aeramin’s time. I know they don’t get along well, but I always figured a bad relationship with your father was better than having none at all. I thought eventually he’d come around and we could at least be friendly. Or maybe he is, he just isn’t good at showing it. I think he still resents me for not wanting to keep Lyorri. I know he definitely still brings it up with Aeramin and they argue about it. But in the end I think it worked out for the best, I don’t know.

Arancon was saying that he doesn’t know how Tik can keep up with a baby at his age, so he didn’t think he would really be able to keep Lyorri. He might be right, but I think a lot of people have kids when they are older, so I don’t know. He was only in his 70s when Aeramin was born! That’s so young. I can’t even imagine already having a child at that age, but maybe you’re never really ready. Then he was saying the ranger building isn’t any place to raise a child. I’m pretty sure Lin’s kid and the captain’s are doing just fine! It’s definitely better than Murder Row, which he admitted. I don’t know, it just seemed like he was trying to convince himself that he did the right thing. He brought a bunch of toys for her, and the other kids as well. There were some stuffed animals holding candy canes and he gave me an extra one. I would have given to Lin’s baby, but he said he’d already given him one. Plus I don’t think babies can eat candy canes anyway.

I don’t know if he wants us to be friendly or not, he’s impossible to read. But I figure if I’m trying to get along better with our mother, it wouldn’t hurt to try to have a father too, even if he’s not mine. At least I’ve talked to this one, which is more than I can say for our real father. I have no interest in getting to know him.

[Story] Story a Week – Mother

It was difficult for Imralion to think of her as “Mother” — the closest thing he’d had was the Matron, and while she’d done her best, there were lots of other children who needed her attention too. But at least she’d never given them away, as their mother had. Admittedly, it was a little easier to understand her perspective after the situation with Lyorri, but Im still thought she should have tried harder to reach them. She could have come to find them, kept in touch or even just to see that they were all right. But she hadn’t — not until recently, and she and Lin had spent a lot of time together. Imralion only agreed to this outing for her sake, he’d promised to at least make an effort to get to know their mother. And, she’d said she would help pick out a gift for Aeramin, who was next to impossible to shop for.

She met him in the square after work, Imralion still wearing his blood knight armor. She embarrassed him by fussing over how handsome he looked right there in front of everyone. They were going to get things for Lin and the baby while they were there as well, and Sunashe and Aeramin. Imralion thought she seemed happy and excited to spend time with him, so he tried his best to feel the same way. But they still barely knew each other — he didn’t remember her at all, and he’d been just a small baby when she’d given them up to the Matron. What did his mother know about him? That he liked to sleep and burp? They ate at one of the little restaurants along the market, and Imralion got a bowl of spicy soup. She didn’t know that about him, either. How do you cover decades in such a short time? He told her about his blood knight training, how they’d gone to Shattrath and he’d met Aeramin there. She wanted to know more about Lyorri, why he hadn’t agreed to keep her and whether they could take her in now. At the time, he’d been hurt and angry and seeing her reminded him of that, but now he thought it would be okay. Of course, it was too late now, because Lyorri had her own family and was doing well with them. He couldn’t very well tell them he’d changed his mind and take her back. And he couldn’t ask Aeramin to adopt one, after he’d had to give his own away. It wouldn’t be fair. Though, he shrugged, maybe it would happen one day. He didn’t feel like he was ready to take care of a child, but maybe no one ever did. Lin had said she still had no idea what she was doing, but their son seemed to be happy and doing well. So long as it didn’t get trampled by Sunashe’s lizard, at least.

His mother had her own life in all the time she’d been away, as well. Imralion asked about her work with the Reliquary, she and her partner had discovered a great many relics and items from the past buried beneath the dirt. At first, she said, it had been a distraction from the pain of losing them, but it had grown into an interest all its own. She hoped to donate some of their finds to the museum in Silvermoon, where people could see them every day. Imralion had to admit that he found it interesting. Maybe he and Aeramin could go along on one of her expeditions one day, and she seemed delighted by the idea.

As much as he resisted, Imralion found himself enjoying the evening after all. Maybe it was the festive decorations and music played by enchanted instruments in the market. Or maybe time was beginning to wear the edges off his anger. She wasn’t perfect, any more than he was, and maybe she had made a mistake. But she was doing her best to correct it now — which was better than never. She pointed out a beautiful bookcase that would be perfect for Aeramin’s study room — it didn’t hurt that she had good taste, either.

[Story] Imralion’s Journal

We’re here on our island, well it’s not really ours but there aren’t any other guests here so it might as well be. The pandaren come by to bring food and drinks a few times a day, but otherwise we can just relax on the beach or in the little house. I told Aeramin that he should bring that cream so he doesn’t get a sunburn like last time, hopefully he’ll listen. I don’t want him to be miserable on our trip. It’s so much warmer here, it took a little while to get used to. But it’s really beautiful and the water is so clear. There are big crabs you can see down under the water where it gets a little deeper, I am worried that one will pinch my foot. In the evenings sometimes there are turtles on the beach too, they crawl up on the sand out of the ocean. It’s hard to believe but Aeramin says there was a lot of fighting here a few years back. We did pass an outpost on the way here, but it looks to be abandoned. I think letting people stay here on vacation is a much better thing to use it for.

Aeramin looked so fancy, his robes looked like they were made of fire, and it had gold trim. Julan had done his hair up too, and his makeup. Aeramin said Julan woke him up super early to get it done, but I guess he knew what he was doing because they just finished in time. Maybe it was to help distract him from worrying, too. He said he’s more relaxed now, and I definitely think that’s true. He doesn’t have to organize anything or make any appointments or find people to make things. Lin said he was also worried that I was going to change my mind at the last minute. I think that’s silly, but I guess she could be right. He’s had it happen before, and he gets really nervous if he’s away for too long. Lin said she was nervous about the same thing before hers, too. I wanted to say it wouldn’t be that bad if the lizard guy had changed his mind, but I didn’t. She helped out a lot and also did my hair. Our mother was there, she cried, that was embarrassing. Hethurin gave us some certificates to use at some shops, because he said he didn’t know what else to get. It’s true we don’t really need very much, since we’ve already had a house for years now. I was amazed at how much there was though, but he said he had to take it and it wasn’t too much. Aeramin will be able to get some new robes, and there’s one for the armor shop as well, so I could finally get a new sword. I’m actually pretty excited about that. Then if we want some new furniture we could maybe get some there. I know Aeramin gets upset when I polish my armor on the couch, so we could get a new couch that I won’t use.

I was a little worried that Lyorri’s mother might show up, but thankfully she didn’t. I guess that’s part of the reason that Aeramin only invited a few people. It was really nice though. Tik made spinach rolls, and he also made some with my favorite spicy vegetable from Shattrath. He also put some frog legs, which people probably thought was a bit odd, but I thought it was a nice personal touch. I think it’s better we didn’t go with that other place anyway. The wine was good, I had a few and Aeramin was worried that Hethurin would drink too much and not be able to make our portal, but he was okay. Aeramin’s father was also there, and he had a girl with him, at first I thought it might be Lin, because she’s there at the rangers with him. But Hethurin said it wasn’t, I guess it was another ranger. Aeramin went to talk to him but I don’t know what they said. It was probably awkward.

We’ll be here for a couple of weeks, then Aeramin will have to come back to teach his classes again. By that time it’ll be close to the mask ball, he suggested we should try to find some while we’re here. I think that would be neat, no one else will have Pandaren masks.

[Story] Imralion’s Journal

I worry sometimes that Aeramin will be treated badly forever, no matter how long he teaches or how important his research becomes. Somehow people can always tell and look down on him for his past. I wish I could change it, I didn’t exactly have it easy being at the orphanage, but at least we didn’t have that mark of shame. And it certainly hasn’t followed us around, at least that I’ve noticed. I don’t know if it’s even intentional either, but bad things just seem to happen to him. Like the other night, he was a bit late getting home. I wasn’t too worried, because I knew he’d gone to try to arrange the food for the party, and I figured that would take a while.

He showed up with his hood up, which was unusual. I finally got him to take it down and he looked like he’d been in a fight — which he had. I think he was worried I’d be upset or something, which I was, but not with him. He had run into Lyorri’s mother there — I guess she lives in the city now? If that’s the case, why couldn’t she keep her own child? Why would she leave her outside in the cold to possibly die? Well, that’s what Aeramin wanted to know, too, and he tried to ask her. I don’t blame him at all for that, I would have done the same thing. She grabbed him and went down a hallway, and I admit I did get a little worried about that, but then her husband saw and thought Aeramin was trying to do something with his wife. And that’s how he get bruised. On top of that, the restaurant thought he was the one causing problems and made him leave, without the food. I wanted to write a letter and tell them they’re being jerks, but Lin said I should just let it go and let Tik take care of it. She might be right, but I think it would make me feel better if I at least wrote it, even if I don’t send it. I’m definitely going to tell everyone I know not to go there anymore though. And I can’t believe how awful that woman is. I wonder if her husband knows that she had a child that she just threw away? I don’t think it would be a good idea to tell him though, because he’d probably blame Aeramin for that too. I thought about going to look for them, but Aeramin said the guy was really big. It’s probably not going to help anything to go and confront him, but I definitely want answers from that woman too.

I feel terrible that happened to him when it’s supposed to be a happy time. I got him some wine and then I went to Lani’s to see if she had anything that might help reduce the swelling. There was some nasty smelling cream, I’m not sure if he’ll use it but it’s worth a try. The Confessor also gave me some chocolates from his desk. Probably won’t help the bruises, but they might make Aeramin feel better at least. Aeramin said he’ll ask Julan to help do some makeup if they haven’t gone away in time, I guess that’s probably a good idea.

Oh also, I had to tell Lin that lizards aren’t allowed. I know she knows that, but she said Sunashe was asking because the card didn’t specifically say. That guy is so weird sometimes. Of course lizards aren’t allowed, I thought that was just assumed.

[Story] Imralion’s Journal

Lin is helping me get ready for the wedding. I didn’t think I needed help, but she says I do. I have my dress armor polished and I made sure everything still fits properly and isn’t missing any pieces or buckles or anything. I made sure my ornamental sword is sharp and balanced, though I don’t expect to need to use it. There shouldn’t be any demons or anything showing up. Besides Aeramin’s father, that is. That’s a joke, I think he should come. Aeramin’s his only son and it’s an important day for him. Our mother will be there too. She’s already been around with Lin fussing over everything. She keeps saying how handsome I look, which is tiresome. At least she didn’t ask about when we’re having any kids, hopefully because she has one grandchild to hold already. But I suspect it’ll come eventually. And I don’t really know the answer, I mean it’s something I’ve thought about, sure. Aeramin always says we could make it happen if that’s what I really want, but I know he feels guilty about Lyorri too. So I don’t know, for now at least. We’ll just wait and see what the future holds. Lin says we need to be sure before we get married, and she might be right about that, but it’s fine with me either way. I don’t want one so much that I’m willing to upset Aeramin for it.

She also wants to know how I’m doing my hair. I don’t know, I was going to comb it? Lin says I need to do something with it, but combing it is something. Then she offered to put braids in or something, which sounds a little weird, but she insists it will look nice. Not a lot of braids, just one going along either side and then meeting in the back, she also said she could put ribbon into it. I’ve never worn ribbon in my hair my entire life, but she insisted Aeramin would like it. I’m not sure how she would know, but fine.

My mother got us this big vase thing. I’m not sure what it’s supposed to be used for, decoration I guess, unless you had some really gigantic flowers to hold, or a lot of water. She said it’s ancient, which I guess it probably is. There’s a design of an elf fighting a lion with a spear on one side, and just patterns otherwise. I guess it’s all right, but neither of us fights lions so it’s a little odd. Maybe Aeramin can put it in his work room or something, and the imps can hide inside of it. They’d definitely fit, probably at least three or four of them.

Everyone keeps asking if I’m nervous, I don’t know why I should be. Yes, it’s a big step but we’ve been together for so long we’re practically married already. I don’t expect that anything will change. I’ve had to be in ceremonies before, so I’m not nervous about everyone looking at me. I guess I might be a little nervous about forgetting some of what I’m supposed to say, but the priest can help me if I forget. So I don’t think I am. Everyone makes it seem like I’m supposed to be. I definitely think that Aeramin is, he’s buzzing around like a bee trying to get everything done. I want to help more but I’m afraid I’ll mess it up and just make him worry more. Like when I put the wrong table cloths out. I know he’s been through this stuff before and I guess he really wants to make sure it’s right this time. I try to reassure him but I’m not sure if it is working or not. Once we’re on our trip, I think he’ll relax and be back to normal again. I’m definitely looking forward to that.