[Story] Morthorn’s Notes

I find it especially fascinating when I hear about a situation from different sides. Even then, I am certain I don’t have the full picture, but I do try my best to help everyone involved. Last night, Hethurin teleported into the clinic and wanted to talk. He had a lot on his mind, the most pressing was the situation with Terellion’s mother though. Hethurin is convinced that she and Isturon are involved in a relationship, and he is struggling with his feelings about that, and what it might mean for his family. All of that is perfectly reasonable, of course, though I tried to point out that it’s pointless to try to force someone to follow your ideas, especially when it comes to feelings. Hethurin kept saying that Isturon could simply find someone else, as if it’s ever that simple. I asked if he could simply give up Terellion and find someone different, which he admitted he could not. But somehow, he thought it would be different for Isturon because he’d been in other relationships.

Braedra — Terellion’s mother — just came to see me for the first time a few days ago. She was a little anxious about it, I believe, since she didn’t know me well. She admitted that she wasn’t sure if I could understand her perspective, but I told her that I would do my best and she could make up her mind whether or not she felt understood. Thankfully, she relaxed a bit by the end of the session and I believe she’ll come by to see me again. While she shares some of the same concerns as Terellion and Hethurin, she sees Isturon as a friend at this point. She admitted there may be the possibility of more, but she is struggling with the death of her husband and whether or not she’s ready to move on yet. I agreed with her that it was best to keep things slow for the time being, until she’d been able to sort through those feelings. I offered my own perspective on it, though my family was a great deal longer ago, so the feelings weren’t quite as immediate. It was still very difficult to let go of my worries though, and I still am probably far more cautious than I should be.

Isturon invited the family out for dinner, from what Hethurin said that includes Vaildor, but I’m not certain about Lani and I. Since she’s his family too, I would think so, but I’ll wait for an actual invitation. I haven’t been into the city for ages, I think Lani would really enjoy it. Hethurin said we could leave Telinda with one of the students for the evening. I know I’ll worry, but he says some of them have experience caring for younger siblings. Hethurin is also interested in sponsoring an older orphan who might not have many educational opportunities. I think that’s a wonderful way to give back to others, as well as improve the school’s reputation and awareness. And, he mentioned a little orphan he saw who was in need of a family. I think I know what Hethurin was trying to do, and I think it worked. I’ll have to talk to Lani about it of course, but I can’t imagine that she would oppose us taking in a boy who needed a family. We’ll have to meet him and see how he gets along with Vaildor and Telinda, of course, but Hethurin said he enjoys playing with the other children at the orphanage.

Hethurin’s final problem was one I’m not certain I can solve. His mother’s new husband is at the school and apparently causing trouble with one of the other employees, the woman who works in the stable. She’s also the mother of Tik’s child, and dismissing her might mean that Tik never sees him again. It’s not an easy situation, I suggested sending the husband back, but Hethurin isn’t ready to forgive him just yet. I suggested he could work in another place at the school, perhaps with the builders, hopefully that and a warning will be enough to prevent it from happening again. What people want to do in their own time is their business, but it shouldn’t be during work hours, or in the stable, of all places. Terellion is going to bring up the issue with Tik and see what he thinks of it. Perhaps he’ll have a better idea than I do.


[Story] Thorns – The Patient II

Sister Temperance didn’t mean to eavesdrop, at least not really, but sounds echoed down the empty stone halls in the lower levels of the Cathedral. She kept the door of her own room open to better hear anyone who might be descending the stairs, and if her patient called out in pain or needed anything. It had been so many years since she’d had a patient, and she missed it more than she liked to admit. It wasn’t just the break in monotony, though that was a large part of it too. Since coming to the Cathedral, her days varied very little; each day was like the one before, and inside the seasons never changed. The windows were of colored glass, worked in geometric patterns or important historical figures, they were meant to look beautiful, rather than show what lay outside. It’s true she could have left at any time, but where would she go? What would she do? The village would never welcome her back, and she know only a handful of people in Stormwind.

Tending to the injured elf gave Temperance something to do, a focus outside of herself, and she was diligent in her care. His bandages were checked and changed regularly, as were his sheets and the straw in his bed, she ensured he always had food and medicine. Since waking up, he’d liked the little number and word puzzles, and she’d brought some books that she thought weren’t too boring to read. When they’d spoken before, the elf said he didn’t have anywhere else to go, and she suggested that he could stay here. It might not be what he was used to, but it would be safe. And she’d have someone to talk to — or at least, to listen. The elf didn’t do a lot of talking, but that was fine. Just his presence, another living soul nearby brightened her spirits, gave her a purpose and direction she’d lacked. In her old chapel, she’d known everyone who stepped over the doorway, treated them like her own kin. Things weren’t like that here, but she could at least treat this elf, who seemed to have no one either.

But then his friend had come again, the tall and lanky kaldorei who had delivered him that first rainy night. Temperance still didn’t trust him, he seemed shifty and as if he was hiding something. And though she hadn’t really meant to, she overheard them talking — Nash wanted to leave the city, go somewhere far away, and the kaldorei told him not to. She could at least agree with that — traveling anywhere with his leg in that condition would be reckless. If it didn’t set properly, he could be unable to walk comfortably for the rest of his life. Though she couldn’t hear all the words, the tone of the conversation was clear — there was more to their relationship than just working together. When she went in later to check on Nash, they were sitting very close together, the smaller elf having fallen asleep against the kaldorei. She hurriedly took the dishes and excused herself, but she was angry. Who was he to just show up and ruin everything, especially after he hadn’t bothered the first day? Nash had probably asked a hundred times when he was going to visit. He needed time to heal, and he would be safer here — running off would be foolish for more than one reason. But his leg was responding well to the treatment, it likely felt much better, and Nash would try to walk on it soon. Even if she warned him not to, she was certain he would try. And then he’d want to leave, healed or not. She couldn’t really be upset at Nash — she would have left too, if she could. But she couldn’t, and soon he would be gone, and everything would go back to how it had been before.

[Story] Thorns – The Patient

Sister Temperance peered through the doorway into the small room, her footfalls silent on the cold stone floor. The elf was still asleep. Glancing down the hallway to ensure that it was empty, she entered and pulled the door closed behind her. The plate on the little table beside the bed held only crumbs, which was also good. She’d need to bring more bread and cheese from the kitchen, and make up another pot of broth. That he was hungry enough to eat was an encouraging sign, and the food would help him heal.

Marjolaine had knocked at the door of her chambers very late the night before, her cloak pulled tightly around her in the freezing rain. She asked if Temperance would be willing to take in someone, as a favor. Even if she had not owed the woman her life, Temperance would have accepted. Marjolaine was sparse with the details, saying only that he’d escaped from the Stockades and it was important that he not be discovered by the guards. And he was an elf, Temperance learned a short time later, when the kaldorei delivered the patient to her doorstep, wrapped in a blanket. The sort of elf that wasn’t supposed to be in Stormwind. But Temperance wasn’t afraid of him, how could she be? He was so thin and so pale, she could feel the heat of infection burning in his broken leg.

She made up a bed in one of the downstairs chambers, where no one except the rats usually ventured. While he still slept fitfully, she washed and re-bandaged his leg, applying an ointment of crushed herbs that would hopefully reduce the pain and swelling. It would need to be set properly soon, but she wanted to wait for the infection to subside before she tried. She was uncertain whether it would or not, it had been left untreated for quite a while, and it could turn worse just as quickly. She would just have to wait and pray for the best; she had some training in healing but had rarely dealt with such a serious injury.

He awoke disoriented and frightened, but she explained where he was — that he was safe — and a friend of Marjolaine’s. He wanted to know how he’d got there, and whether the elf had come by looking for him. In fact, he asked several times. No, he hadn’t said much when he left the blood elf here, yes he was allowed to visit, no he hadn’t mentioned the blood elf’s pets. Temperance found him rather frightening, he was tall and had a predatory air to him, but she promised that she’d wake her patient if he came by to see him. She tried, a little, to understand how a blood elf had found himself in Stormwind, but she couldn’t make much sense of his answer. He’d come looking for work, but why here, so far from home, in a land that was dangerous to him? And why would he stay here?

Because it felt like home, he’d said, and he had people here. It was a sentiment that she could understand, even if she couldn’t really relate. She missed her home, but like the elf, she could never return there. Stormwind still felt a bit strange, even after all this time, but she felt safe within the Cathedral. And it would be safe for him too — she very much doubted that the guards would be searching the Cathedral. If they did, there were countless little rooms and places that the elf could hide, and who would suspect a priestess? He would be safe here until his infection subsided — he’d have clean blankets and bandages, food and medicine and she’d bring some books down from the library for him to read. If he wanted, she’d talk to him too — which she looked forward to probably more than he did. It had been a very long time since she’d talked to anyone at length, prayers didn’t really count.

[Story] Morthorn’s Notes

It’s been a busy week at the clinic, and I had two unexpected patients. Tik, the butler from the school, has come by a time or two, but it’s very rare that I see him. I don’t think he’s entirely comfortable with me yet, as it still takes him some time to open up. Some people are just like that, and find it very difficult to express their feelings. I suggested that he could also write to me if he found that easier.

Mostly we spoke about his son, Tik assured me that he had a safe place to play in the kitchen while he’s working. Privately, I’m not sure that a kitchen is an ideal place for a young baby, there are too many sharp objects and hot pans that could cause serious injury. But Tik spends a great deal of his time there, and he wants to spend as much time with him as possible, which of course is understandable. I explained that he should install latches on the cabinets soon, before Ker’alith is able to crawl because then he’ll be into everything the moment Tik turns his back. I also suggested he might let him stay in the nursery room for part of the day — he’d be able to spend time with other babies and learn important social skills. He’d also be able to play with real toys, not spoons and pots. Tik did say he’d consider it, but he’s reluctant to give up any time with Ker’alith because his mother keeps him in the evenings. He didn’t go into much detail, but it seems as if their romantic attachment is ended, and the mother keeps Ker’alith with her in the evenings. Without hearing her side of things, I can’t make any recommendations. On the surface, it seems unfair to both Tik and the child, but she may well have her reasons. I’ll go to the school and see if she’ll be willing to speak to me. Even if she’s not willing to live with Tik, she should hopefully be agreeable to letting him see his son regularly, and at times when he’s not working.

I also saw Irael, one of the two scholarship students. She comes to see Lani every month for a check-up, as Hethurin insisted, and I make an appointment for her as well. She’s doing very well in her classes, and her mother likes living on the grounds. But Irael is concerned that she’s not made many friends at the school, and insists that the other students would reject her because of her upbringing. I think the students are an accepting and understanding group as a whole, and I pointed out that there are many unusual people at the school. I suggested that she try to focus on making friends with one person, then it might become easier.

Finally, Leinath came to see me. He’s one of the rangers, and one I’d not spoken to before. He’s been spending a lot of time with Orledin, learning to bake and now patrolling with him, and was having some difficulty with the idea of graduating to something more serious. I had to remain impartial, of course, but I’m delighted that Orledin has someone to spend time with. He’s always been so lonely and I know how much he’d appreciate company. Aside from the physical concerns, which Leinath said he’d discussed already, he is anxious about a new relationship since his former partner was killed in the attacks. It’s a familiar story, but no less painful. He doesn’t want Orledin to feel rejected, but he said he needs some time to adjust. As I usually do, I told him it was probably best to just tell him that outright. I also gave him some suggestions for remembering and honoring his former partner, that might help him be more able to move forward. Leinath promised to keep in touch, so I hope I’ll hear something from him soon.

[Story] Morthorn’s Notes

The clinic has been so busy that I hardly realized how little time I’ve had to write any personal observations. Ordinarily, this would be only in a patient file, but considering the identity of the patient… Lani certainly has the same stubborn-ness that runs in her family. I’ve been seeing Hethurin fairly regularly, as well as some of the students. Lani likes to nudge some of them in the direction of my office after their physical check-ups. Particularly, I think some of the scholarship students are having a bit more difficulty fitting in. The school is an entirely different world than what they are used to, in addition to the burden of keeping their true past and identity a secret. It was wise of Hethurin to choose two of them to receive scholarships, so at least they have each other to confide in. And myself, of course, though I’m not sure either of them trusts me entirely yet. It’s understandable, but I hope in time I can prove myself trustworthy to them.

I had a late walk-in last night as Lani was straightening up the exam room. She saw him as he came in, so there was no point in trying to deny who it was — her father. We’ve spoken before, of course, but never in a patient setting. I thought there might be some problem that had brought him to me, but he told me that everything was going well at the school, he was becoming accustomed to staying on the grounds there with his children and grandchildren. He’s considered retirement, but still wishes to help out with Lani’s clinic here and there. Hethurin is urging him to stay on the grounds, repairing one of the abandoned houses. All of this sounds encouraging to me, so I was uncertain why he’d sought me out. It could just be for the sake of conversation, but that’s not usually the case. Most people only come to me when they feel they have no one else to turn to.

He’d been seeing someone, he said, and was uncertain whether it should continue. He worried that his children might be upset by it. I advised him that his own opinion should be the priority here, that he didn’t need their approval in his personal life. Of course, he shouldn’t aim to upset them, but it can always be difficult for children to see their parents in a romantic relationship, especially if there has been a split previously. Many wish for their parents to get back together, even when that’s flatly impossible, as is the case here. Isturon’s children are grown, however, and should be more accepting of him moving on, and I told him that it was a positive change. The woman in question is Terellion’s mother. I can see how that could complicate things. While I haven’t spoken to her myself, I know through Hethurin that her husband died not terribly long ago. Even aside from Terellion and Hethurin’s possible opposition, she might not be to the point where she can consider another relationship. I thought it best that he proceed very slowly, allowing a friendship to build naturally before suggesting anything else. If she’s interested, she will probably make that fact known.

It’s a bit odd to be giving advice in romantic matters, as I’m really terrible at it. In both cases, it was the lady who initiated things, with me finally figuring out their intentions much later. Of course I thought about it, imagined what it might be like, but never actually acted until I was absolutely sure, and sometimes not even then. I suppose I overthink things, or worry too much about making a mistake. Were I my own patient, I would tell me that mistakes are important for growth, and sometimes we have pleasant surprises that happen as well as mistakes. But I’m not, and I continue along in the same manner even while I know it’s not the best. Isturon made a remark about Lani running off with a pool boy as her mother had, and while it was just to illustrate a point, I could imagine it all too well in dreadful detail. I’ve worried about being too boring or too old or too stuffy, many times before. He also implied that she was only interested in because I would fill out her paperwork for her. I assume that was also meant to be a joke, but it elicited the same panic in me. Was it true? What if she found someone younger, with better penmanship, who also enjoyed filling out forms?

Regardless, the moment he left, Lani insisted to know what we had discussed. And she was prepared for my reply. “He’s my father,” she said. “I have a right to know.” She didn’t, really, but I wasn’t about to try to force the point with her, I know better. I reminded her that what I told her was strictly to stay within our office, but I suspect she’ll go straight to him and give him her opinion. Then again, he probably expected that too.

[Screenshots] Class Mounts 2

Finished up the other three that I could do now: Paladin, Hunter, and Priest. Even with very low ilevel and NO legendaries, my Priest had no problem completing hers. Which makes me really wonder what’s up with the Warrior one.

I actually thought the Paladin scenario was a lot of fun. It was a neat throwback to the original charger quest, and I liked that I got to choose my followers and it was a little dungeon party. I know some people aren’t crazy about the Paladin mount, but as a Draenei paladin, I’m overjoyed to have a horse again instead of that stupid elekk. I do wish it had actual wings when flying, and it does seem a bit tiny for a Draenei, but otherwise I like it.


Hunter was next. I’m a little bummed that I’ll never be able to tame gryphons, because it requires maxing the BM weapon and, well, that’s never happening. But the mount is all right. It looks pretty good with a Tauren, and the MM color (which is what I am) will match her black fur and black pets.


I actually think the Priest mount is pretty neat, it just… doesn’t fit a Priest thematically, at all. Well, I guess it works all right for Night Elf priests, but really no one else. The Disc color matches my transmog better too, it’s one that swaps with your spec.


So I still have Warrior and Rogue left to finish, but no idea when that’ll actually happen.

[Art] ToV Doodles

Over the summer I raided with my friend’s guild, since my own had stopped for the expansion. They were so nice and fun, I’m sad that I probably won’t be able to go with them again for a while because our raid nights are the same. Maybe a bit later in the expansion I will be able to!

Here’s two little quick drawings I did of the raid leader and one of the other healers!