Written in very cursive script denoting the maturity and education of the author
I woke up this morning a bit before dawn and stood on the balcony outside of our bedroom here in Nagrand and allowed myself the luxury of enjoying a cigarette as I gazed out over the valley and lake. The air was brisk in these pre-dawn hours, so, I did wrap my robe closely around me instead of allowing it to billow out as I leaned against the balcony railing.
Gazing out at the over the land, the twin moons were still floating tranquilly in the air and their light made the water of the lake appear as though it were a giant silver mirror laying there amongst the reeds. The whole scene had an almost déjà vu quality to it and would have made the hair on the back of my neck rise with the exception that I could hear my beloved Sentinel moving in the bed behind me.
If I were as talented as Dawnglory, I would have put a brush to canvas to capture this moment in time, this particular view with its pastel colours awash as the sun started to rise to chase the night mists away. It was a beautiful sight and one that I don’t think that I will ever grow tired of. As I stood there watching the sun bring it’s warmer colors to the area and shattering what was left of the eerie dreamlike quality it held before, I realized one of the reasons that I like Halfhill in Pandaria so much. This area of Nagrand has some of the same qualities as the Valley of Four Winds – that peace and most of the tranquility that I feel like is displayed here in Nagrand.
Amyn and I had stayed in Shattrath City all of last week and decided that we need to escape the noise of the construction for a while and took the short flight here to Nagrand. I will admit that Amyn was correct in her thoughts that the construction was just too noisy for any kind of proper rest. We both were working in the warehouse with the other workers, Amyn wearing her tool belt like it was a normal part of her attire and me, constantly swearing each time I miscalculated my aim with my hammer to nail.
How can someone that is as talented with bow that can take aim at a bird in the air and bring it down so quickly as a clean kill have so much trouble putting a nail in a piece of wood and injuring themselves? I suppose that means that I won’t take a second career as a carpenter. Amyn didn’t have the same trouble and was constantly smiling or outright laughing at me, which seemed to make matters worse on my end.
I did notice while we were working that some of the men working with us would steal occasional glances at my beloved, making some rather interesting sounds as they watched her move ever so gracefully about her tasks. I know that most Sindorei males haven’t seen a Kaldorei this close up without having a bow in their hands, however, I think that they might have controlled their comments a bit more. I don’t think that any of them realized who she was or who I was for that matter, except maybe for the foreman. I think part of my problem with putting the nail in the wood was from the distractions of hearing some of the comments in Thalasian coming from my fellow workers. Yes, she does have long legs and yes, she does have a beautiful body – all of these things being spoken as if she didn’t understand what they were saying. Little did they know that she understood every single word and I think she took some pleasure in taunting them a bit with various poses from time to time.
I think it was all well and good for Amyn and I to leave Shattrath and head to our home in Nagrand before I punched a couple of the fellows in their faces. We have quite a few workers in our warehouse in Shattrath and they are of all races and both factions – it’s a funny thing how promise of money can cross those lines without any kind of political influence. Too bad there isn’t enough money in the world to pay off all of these greedy bastards and gain some peace in the world again.
We still don’t have a housekeeper in Nagrand yet, so, we were forced to prepare our own evening meal when we arrived which didn’t take that long. We sat there for quite a while as we ate and talked about all manner of things. I think that we are falling back into our old habits that we had developed so easily when we were living in Dalaran.
As we would wont to do, we both retired to the master suite and filled the black marble tub with hot water where we both had enough room to step and enjoy that luxury together. It definitely brought back some old memories, this simple act of bathing together, it also reawakened the same passions that we had enjoyed in Dalaran. That luxury of washing one another’s long hair as we sat in the hot water is very sensuous as well as relaxing.
After our bath, we retired to fireplace which we had lit before going into the bathroom to dispel the chill of night from the room. We sat there on the rug in front of the fire in nothing more than what Elune had given us at birth and just talked. I was able to actually sit there and admire my woman without immediately tackling her for a romantic interlude, I was actually wanting to do just that, however, I also wanted to take the time to capture this visual in my mind for all time. Amyn took down the ivory lute from the mantle and sat down to play one of the old Kaldorei ballads – I sat there as if I had been captured in time, taking in the music as if it were the last water on the desert. It was a moment that I wish could have gone on forever.
I know that people wonder when I say things about my wife, them not knowing that she is Kaldorei, and wanting to see this lovely vision that I describe at times. I always tell them that she is somewhere other than where she really is. One day, in my lifetime, I have a dream of being able to introduce my Sentinel to some of my friends without them wanting to kill her and damning me for the rest of all time. Some day we will have that peace in Azeroth.
Even though Shattrath is the last open city in our worlds, there are still some people that are extremely loyal to their factions and we have to respect that and avoid them as much as possible. There are people that harbor the old prejudices that they have brought from their homelands. Now that I have been away from the city for several years, I am sharply reminded that the humanities haven’t really changed and aren’t that much different than what they were a long time ago.
I still marvel at how well Amyn has raised our sons and our stepsons in this ragtag community. The boys seem to have adjusted to the life here and have been able to take that out into the world, which is a very good thing. They had already learned how to avoid certain things before they went back to Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms. I also am forced to realize how much of their growing up was done in my absence and I will continue to try to make it up to them as time permits. I think that the two oldest boys have come to accept me for who and what I am a lot faster than the two little guys. Let’s just say that I love all of our children, regardless of the fact that the two little boys aren’t of my blood at all.
I think that Amyn and I have been very lucky and blessed by Elune and the Light to have been able to raise our children with such relative ease. We have both given thanks to the Naaru for the peace that they have given us here in their city.
By The Sunwell!! I am definitely waxing nostalgic, poetic or whatever this morning. I’m just being a windbag of words while I write this all down. I am just trying to capture on paper some of the feelings that I am having at the moment without much luck. Pity the fool that ever reads this, they might die of boredom before they reach the end of this entry.
What I was trying to say in short and simple terms is that I am very happy being with my loving wife and I am trying to be thankful for every moment that we have together, good and bad.
Speaking of bad, I really am concerned about the things that may or may not be going on in Silvermoon in regard to my little sister. After this last time together, I am fully realizing that I don’t really know her at all. I almost want to ask what happened to my real sister and where the heck did this evil doppelganger come from. The girl that sat with me at the table eating a meal before I left is not the girl that I had raised. This one is extremely dangerous and devious and I can see it, I can almost taste the danger that she has emanating from her. Trust me, I am very fearful of what she might do next, I don’t think that she has any qualms about doing anything anymore – she could possibly go completely rogue and start killing people to get to her undisclosed goals in life. Where is the warm loving young woman that I had loved? This person staying in our home in Silvermoon is not that person.
It is a terrible feeling when all of your instincts are screaming at you to stay away from her. Stay as far away as humanly possible because she is definitely a threat to your safety. I think that the next time that I return to Silvermoon I will make arrangements for her to live in one of the other houses that I own and have the main house re-warded, yet again. I have spoken quite openly with Amyn about some of my concerns and she agreed with me after showing her canine teeth and hissing a few times.
I have always worked on the premise that if there is a danger that is unavoidable, you need to meet it head on, however, this is my sister that I’m talking about, not some enemy that has lain in wait to attack me. Well, maybe she has been lying in wait, in full sight and I have been unable to recognize the danger until now. Who knows what may happen in the future, I don’t and yet I do. There will come a time, I think, where I will have to make a choice on which of us is going to survive this life.