[Story] Soranasha’s Journal

[[ 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

Orledin brought way too much bread. He disappeared into the kitchen again, which is strange because I don’t think Tik is even in there, he’s still looking after Lilithel and the baby. Terellion might be, so I suppose they were talking about cake and flour and baking things. I didn’t know there was so much to discuss about baking. I think I would get frustrated baking things all the time and never being able to taste them, but I guess Orledin doesn’t mind. I do think it’s important for undead people to have a hobby though. We have so much more free time, we have to fill it with something. It’s also my theory that it helps keep your brain from deteriorating.

Salenicus said you can slow it down by taking good care of yourself and not getting too damp, but I already knew that. I always am careful to keep clean, it’s almost important to check regularly for pests and make sure you don’t get too cold because your fingers or toes could freeze off without your even noticing. Thankfully I don’t think it gets that cold inside, but Salenicus goes out into the woods and it’s a lot colder there. He doesn’t seem too worried about it though, maybe they have really thick socks or something. He said he has a hobby but he was really embarrassed about saying what it is. It’s just whittling, like wood carving. He says he’s not good at it, but that doesn’t matter, he has plenty of time to practice. I don’t know why he’d be embarrassed about wood carving. I did promise to look in the library for books about it. I didn’t find any, but the Headmaster said there’s a furniture shop in Silvermoon that sells books about wood carving, and he’d pick one up next time he is there. Also, I asked if he could get some little scraps of wood to try out carving. I’m sure some are better than others, but I don’t know enough about it to know which ones, but I figure if they use it for furniture it’s probably good. And they have to have little scraps laying around from that. It would probably also help if he had some proper tools, except I can’t afford to buy any of those right now. So I’ll have to save up, or maybe I could see about selling some of the things I’ve sewn. I can’t take them into the city though so I don’t know how I would do that. I guess I could ask someone to take them to one of the stalls, it’s a shame I can’t sit there and sell them though. I know which dresses would look good on which people, their frame and colors and such. I don’t know if the Headmaster would know that, I guess he might, he does have a lot of nice robes.

He said something else weird, he says he doesn’t care if alive people like him because they’re just going to die sooner. I mean, that’s true, but by that time a lot of undead people will have lost their brains too. I think it’s better if everyone likes me, but I know that’s not the case. I wish I didn’t care, I think it would be a lot easier. I try to fit in with everyone else but I still get this awkward feeling around them, like they’re trying not to look at me or something. I’d like to think that I wouldn’t be like that, if I were alive, but it’s impossible to know. It’s not something I even thought about before it happened to me.

[Story] Fairsong Academy – Sorelle’s Journal

Dear Diary,

Shattrath is such an interesting place! It’s definitely the most exotic place I have ever been. The Headmaster brought us all here, mostly to use the library but it’s sort of like a field trip too. I guess he and Terellion like coming here and it’s an excuse to bring us. I’m not complaining! I feel like there’s so much to see it’s going to take me a few trips to see everything. I don’t really know how to describe the buildings, they are stone – I think – but not like any other stone buildings I’ve seen before. They are curved and graceful and they look like they could have just grown up naturally out of the ground. They aren’t square and blocky like the buildings in most cities I’ve seen. Everything is glowy too, especially at night, and it’s really pretty. I think some of it is those night insects, but I think there’s a lot of magical light too. Apparently the draenei are very good at magic and they like to use it around their city. Draenei are the big blue people who live here. I saw a few of them in the center of the city but there aren’t too many on the Scryer’s Tier where we are staying. Xarola says it’s mostly blood elves here, though I have seen a few draenei. I don’t know how they feel about undead people so I haven’t tried talking to any. Xarola says they speak common though so I should be able to if I get the nerve. I’m not even sure what I’d say. I would definitely tell them that I like their city though. They have these enormous crystal beings made out of light that are called naaru. I read about them before in books, but it’s my first time seeing one in person. They are really beautiful and amazing. They make you feel calm just looking at them. I wonder if they sell miniature ones in the market, you know like a model to put in your room. It probably wouldn’t make you feel the same, but it would be pretty to look at and remind you of them. But then that might be disrespectful to them, I don’t know. I’d sure like to have a miniature one in my room though.

At the inn we all have our own rooms too. There’s a little desk for working, and a table to eat at. There’s a bowl of fruit and I would guess that they refill it every day. I don’t know though because I didn’t take any. I have a view out into the forest, at night I can see some really big moths flying out there. At first I didn’t know what they were and I thought maybe they were ghosts, but then I figured it out. I didn’t know moths could be that big! The library here is really nice, it’s been a long time since I’ve been to a large one like that. Xarola says the one in Silvermoon is too, I’m sure it is but I’m not allowed there. In Dalaran they had a few libraries, the main one was very large and fancy and then there were some smaller specialized and privately-owned ones that they would sometimes open to the public. And the library at the school isn’t too bad, it’s small but all of the books are really good in it. We have some work to do while we’re here so it’s not all a vacation, but I always have a lot of extra time anyway because I don’t have to sleep. I might save my work for the late hours so I can do other things during the daytime.

Xarola went with me to the market. I’m glad she did, because we’re not allowed to go alone and I thought I might not be able to go. So that was nice of her. I bought some new journals, one of them had that elf ranger on the cover. He’s really handsome. I also bought some new pens. Xarola said I should buy the paper that was printed with hearts and flowers on it. I don’t know why she would think I need something like that. Who am I going to write to on heart paper? I just got plain paper. We also went to the book shop. Xarola wanted to get a book about a dragon that falls in love with a woman. I just think that’s a little bit weird. I think I’d rather read a book about a handsome elf or something. She said I could borrow it if I wanted, I guess I might. I told her about how I want to try to learn about gardening. Luckily they had some gardening books, so I got those too. At the fabric store I got a few things, since it’ll be spring soon I got some fabric in spring colors. I told Xarola about how I like to sew dresses. It seemed like she might be interested in that. I’d need her measurements if she wanted me to make her one though. She did have a good idea about making cloth flowers though, you can use them to decorate a robe or just to wear in your hair. They’re easy to make and very pretty. The store had a big bundle of small scraps for sale that would be perfect for making those. I can make them at night for everyone, even the girls. I bet they would love them. I’m excited to start making them. It gives me something to do, and it’s nice to do things for others. There’s enough cloth that I could

[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.

[Story] Fairsong Academy – Sorelle’s Diary

Orledin kept his word and brought some bread to the school. Usually Terellion makes it, but I have to agree that Orledin’s looks really good. I can’t say whether it tastes better or not because I haven’t tasted either of them. He also brought the other death knight along with him. Orledin just sort of left him in the common room and disappeared into the kitchen with all the bread. He was in there a really long time, I suppose he was talking to Terellion and Tik about cooking or something. I thought he wanted to talk to me but I guess not.

The other death knight was okay though. He’s not as cute as Terellion, but he’s okay. He was worried about sitting on the furniture because he’d been outside. I told him it was fine. People come in with way more dirt than him all the time, usually Xarola and Vyn after they went for a walk, and the other rangers come here sometimes too. As long as you don’t put your muddy boots on the couch or something, but he didn’t do that. That would make Tik upset, although he was still in the kitchen. We talked a little bit. He asked about what I’m studying and where I’m from. I explained that I wanted to work on my arcane and frost magic more so I can take my final exam, and that I’m from Dalaran. He didn’t ask which Dalaran I meant, which is good I guess. I don’t really like talking about that anyway. He wondered if death knight frost magic is anything like mage frost magic, I don’t know but I said he could maybe talk to Raleth about it, or Keyalenn. So he’s going to come back to do that. I would think it’s not the same, because death knights don’t get magical training that I know of, but maybe they can learn something from him.

I did ask what he did before, and he said he helped find lost death knights. I thought that was strange, like how do you lose them? I thought they were all under control, though I suppose they aren’t now. Or what if they just become too broken to fight anymore? I know it happens to Forsaken eventually. It must happen to them too. I told him I meant when he was alive, and he said he worked on the docks, I guess that means unloading them and such since he said he didn’t sail on them. He said there were humans and dwarves there but he didn’t say anything about either of them. He spoke common though, which is good. He said that he and Orledin went through demon portals to fight them. That would mean they were in the Nether, which is really dangerous. He said he didn’t know if it was, but where else would demon portals be coming from? Unless they were opened by someone who isn’t a demon, that’s the only possibility. Back when I had to study in that awful place, I learned way more about demons than I ever wanted to. He also said that he and Orledin killed dreadlords, except that he did all of it because Orledin wasn’t very good at fighting. I don’t know if he was exaggerating or not, it sure sounds like it because from what I know about them they are very large and dangerous. I’ve never even seen one myself but like I said, I know about them from books and my teachers. He said they killed a lot of them, not all at once but one after the other. Why would he exaggerate though? Unless he was trying to show off, but I can’t tell if he was or not.

I explained how I usually practice later in the night when the others are in bed. For one, it’s more private so if I mess up it’s less embarrassing, and for two it gives me something to do at night. It gets really boring sitting in my room alone so I usually use that time to study, or read. I borrow books from the other girls sometimes, though I’ve read most of them by now. Sometimes I sew, but in the winter it’s a bit dark for that and I don’t want the lights to keep anyone else awake. The death knight seemed interested in the library here, there are some history and adventure books that he’d probably like. I don’t think he’d like the girls’ books very much. Honestly, they are silly but I guess I like them because it’s the closest I’ll get to anything like that now.

[Story] Fairsong Academy – Sorelle’s Journal

We had the big winter ball here. I wasn’t really planning to stay for very long, because it’s not very fun when you can’t eat anything and can’t dance with anyone. If I’m just going to sit in the corner, I could at least do it in my room where it’s comfortable. But the headmaster said I should go, and I didn’t know if it was required or something so I did. I have a nice blue robe that looks wintery. It just feels really weird and awkward to sit there by myself and look at all the food I can’t eat and people who are dancing with other people. I think Renner might not have anyone, but I hardly ever see him anyway. He was at the party though, at the food tables. The ballroom was very beautiful, though. It was hung with little lights and tons of candles, and glittery snowflakes and real branches from evergreen trees. Everyone was wearing their fanciest robes.

An elf asked if he could sit by me. He was really handsome, and he had very fancy armor. I think he might be a death knight, but I didn’t ask. He was definitely dead though. I thought he was trying to make a joke at first, he asked if the seat was taken. Then he asked if I was saving it for my friends. Good one. We talked a lot, he has a nice voice too. He told me that he’s one of the rangers out in the forest, and there are two others like him there, except he didn’t think they came to the party. Normally they weren’t allowed to come to the balls, but since the headmaster allowed me he changed the rules, I guess. Maybe that’s why he wanted me to come to this one. We talked a lot, he told me about the other rangers and about this other ranger that he likes. It figures that I meet someone who might actually be interested and he likes guys. An alive guy. I don’t mean to discourage him but I don’t think that is going to happen. I can’t see any alive person wanting to spend very much time with someone like us. Sure, it would be nice, but we can’t do anything that alive people can do. An undead person would be okay, I think. Mostly I just want someone to talk to, which I guess he can do, but I know it could never be anything more than that. Is that enough? I’m not sure. He did say he wanted to come and visit me again, or well, he wants to visit the school again. At the rangers he bakes bread and cookies and he wants to bring some by. He said he’d try to bring the other ranger along with him one time, he’s dead as well but he used to be married and he had two children. So he’s probably older, I don’t know if it matters now though since neither of us will age. And he’s also an elf, so I bet he’s handsome as well. I don’t know how to talk to guys though, especially elves, I think I should ask one of the girls here. Hopefully one of them would be willing to help me.

[Story] Story a Week 47

[[ Prompt: A story about a magic spell ]]

Sorelle sniffed at the jar warily. She couldn’t be sure if it was the right kind of butterfly wings; the label was long worn off. They weren’t normally stocked in the practice rooms, she had found them in a forgotten drawer in her bedroom. In her reading, she’d looked up what they might be used for, and found something intriguing — a simple illusion spell. Most were far too advanced for her, especially someone who mostly studied fire, but Sorelle had read and re-read the butterfly wing spell over and over and she was certain that she could manage it. She’d tucked the little jar away in a pocket inside her robe and padded down to the practice rooms. It wasn’t exactly against the rules to cast after hours, but she was still wary as she didn’t precisely know what the outcome might be. If something went wrong, she’d rather not have to explain it to anyone — especially the Headmaster.  

Illusion spells were especially finicky. While not as dangerous as fire spells, rooms could easily be warded to not catch flame, and you knew you’d get fire, at least. Not so with illusions; the result could vary wildly based on a hundred factors: the caster, the reagents, the location, perhaps even the lighting and time of day. The only illusion spell that Sorelle felt confident about was a simple color changing spell for objects. But if this one worked… she was getting ahead of herself. Sorelle took a tray out from the drawer and began assembling her reagents. She placed the little jar of butterfly wings on it, along with arcane powder, basilisk scales, fadeleaf, and spider silk. Checking the spellbook, she measured out the precise amounts of each into a stone bowl, and ground them with the pestle. She carefully shook the powder into a glass tumbler filled with water. If she had to breathe, she would have held it as she recited the spell, following along with her finger.

She didn’t feel any different. No tingling or even any magical residue. But the real test would be when she looked into a mirror. Sorelle rushed to the sink and looked into the mirror above it. Nothing. The same skeleton face with its sunken eyes and leathery skin looked back at her. Discouraged, Sorelle went back to her book again. Surely she had overlooked something, measured wrong or mis-spoken a word. She prepared the spell again, triple checking every step. Maybe it was the butterfly wings after all. Sorelle opened the reagent cabinet and searched for anything else that might work. There were moth wings, but that wasn’t really the same. Would they work? It could be dangerous. Sorelle put them back in the cabinet.

Once again, she ground the reagents and added the powder to the liquid. Once again, she read the spell aloud, careful not to skip or mis-pronounce any words. And once again, nothing. Sorelle sat down with a heavy sigh. It was foolish to think she could have cast such a difficult spell correctly, and foolish to think it would disguise what she really was. Every day she saw the other students, so happy and bright and alive, and she felt more and more discouraged. Maybe if she looked more like them, it would be okay. It wasn’t their fault, she could see how she looked. It was right there in the mirror.

“Sora?” Des poked her head in the doorway. “Oh, were you working? I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

Embarrassed, Sorelle started to gather up her jars to put them away. “No — I mean, it’s okay. I was finished.”

Des paused. “Let me help you,” she offered, picking up some of the empty vials and jars. “I think the cake is almost done. Did you want to go get some?”

Sorelle felt herself smile. “Yes.” Maybe she didn’t need an illusion after all.