It’s been a few days since Kal and Fnor went back to Panderia and I will have to admit that the loneliness is the thing that is getting to me more and more each day. Yes, I have my parents, Vashlan and the little guys here with me in Dalaran, however, it isn’t the same. I know that I miss Kal and Fnor’s laughter and the way that the two of them could liven things up with just a word or gesture sometimes. I miss them both.
I know that I have found out that some of our acquaintances have left the city. I guess that Lali and Raleth have left because they felt uncomfortable here in the city with Lali’s being pregnant. I know that the atmosphere itself in the city has changed and I’m not seeing as many of the Horde acquaintances that we had out in the streets as much. It’s rather disheartening.
I had always assumed that Dalaran was a neutral city and would remain so indefinitely. The city itself is still a neutral area, however, the people living in the city are not feeling so inclined to mingle inter-faction as they once did. I know that some of the shopkeepers are acting a little bit strange when I make purchases and charge them back to the Morningstar Enterprise account. I know I had one little girl ask me if the company was owned by the Horde or not and I told her that it was and she made a face, which made me feel a bit awkward. I did ask her if it would make her feel more comfortable if I opened another account under the name of Shadowmoon Enterprises because it was my own personal company and the other company was owned by my husband. Naturally, she got all flustered and gave me my goods and I went on my merry way.
It’s instances such as these that are starting to make me realize that there is more than just a little undercurrent running through these streets of a city that my Sindorei loved more than his beloved Silvermoon City. I know that he has lived here for years and has always felt very comfortable with things even if the main bastion of the actual work for his firm was in Orgrimmar. Maybe he is right and we do need to start thinking about moving out of this beautiful city and heading back to our old haven in Shattrath.
I honestly don’t know what that will do to the little guys if we move back to the city that only gives them reminders of a very sad time. I don’t know if my parents will want to uproot themselves again and head to a place that they have only visited once or twice in their lifetimes. Of course, that would mean that Vashlan would either stay here in Dalaran to continue his studies or he would have to move back to Stormwind, which I have heard is even more hostile towards people of mixed heritage than they ever were before. Of course, he still has his friends there, that I hope are really his friends and he could always stay at the apartment over the warehouse, it’s definitely large enough to accommodate quite a few people without feeling overcrowded.
I really need to talk to Fnor and find out what he really feels about this whole situation and also talk to his sisters that live here in Dalaran as well. I mean I know that Felaran can take care of herself in any given situation, however, I do worry about Faendra sometimes because her temper can get the best of her sometimes, just like her brother’s can. I know that Fnor just told me to keep my eyes and ears open to what was going on around the city to see if his feelings when he was here for the holidays were truly happening. I guess I can say that they appear to be at this point.
I still haven’t had the opportunity to make my way to Feathermoon just yet to see what my old Commander wanted to discuss with me yet, however, that will be something that I will attend too in the next week. I know that I am truly wondering what it is that she wants to discuss with me. I hope that she isn’t going to try to talk me into coming back into the Sentinels in that area. If I were ever to go back to the Sentinels at this point, it would be requested to be sent to Panderia. In my heart, I will always be a Sentinel, in my life, I will always be my Sindorei’s wife and mate.
I keep hearing all of these wonderful things about Panderia and I can’t help but be a bit more than envious of my husband and my son in their being able to see this wondrous place. I know that I have all of these responsibilities here at home, however, there is the part of me that wants to go where everyone is enjoying a different country, a different kind of life. I know there is a war going on, however, there was a war going on when Fnor and I met and we were able to manage to stay close together for the most part. I want to be able to do that again.
I’ll write to Fnor and see what he wants me to do about the situation in Dalaran. I wish our comlink worked in Panderia because I wouldn’t have to write a letter and have it smuggled to him. I suppose that I could get Faendra to send one of the employees to find Fnor in Panderia, however, I don’t think that it’s that serous yet.
Yes, I’m concerned about the safety of the family here in Dalaran, yet, I don’t know how much of that is my own war hysteria that is starting to get a sharp stronghold in my mind. I suppose that I should make sure that my parents can take care of things while I am gone and make a trip to Shattrath to see some of my old friends down there as well as checking on the property in Nagrand. I would be more inclined to have the property in Nagrand enlarged enough to where the whole lot of us could just go there anyway – it’s off the beaten path and not many people will take the time to even go there to explore the area.
I suppose I ought to get up from desk and head to Stormwind to talk with Romey and some of the others to see if they are hearing any bad things in Stormwind. I know the last time that I was there, all anyone wanted to talk about was Theramore. Yes, it was a horrible thing that happened and it was uncalled for, however, it’s been a while and maybe the furor has died down.