A Death Knight’s Rambling Thoughts…

May 8th

Dear Journal,

I will have to admit that things here in Halfhill have been a bit more lively since Mom and Nahai joined Maha and I at the farm.  Oh yes, they are looking into getting the farm adjacent to ours and will probably have that done before the end of the Summer.  I knew that Maha and I weren’t really expecting them to stay with us as long as they have so far, however, it is kind of enjoyable, breaks the monotony and keeps me constantly chuckling.

Naturally, I do have to accommodate the living when I am working at my forge because there are times that I will forget the hour when I am working on a nice piece of armor for someone.   There is almost something magical that happens when you are creating something and you kind of get lost in that activity – I know that I do and it does make the work less tedious.  At least I did get the forge moved from under the house, since that has been turned into the male living quarters and I don’t think that Nahai was all that appreciative of the noise or the heat sometimes, although, the kid never really complained. As long as I have been a smithy, I have always been able to lose myself in m work and sometimes it even always me to let my mind wander to those days when I wasn’t a Death Knight.

Some of my fonder memories are returning bits at a time or it could be that I am listening more intently to Mom when she talks about the “good old days” before everything went to pot.  My trade back in those days were those of a hunter, I didn’t take up the trade of blacksmithing until after I became what I am now.   I will admit that I miss those days of wandering throughout Kalimdor, hunting and fishing with my Father and with Mahamura.   We had some good times from what I’ve been told.   Now, I am the eldest Bull in the tribe of Cloudhoof, however, it will always be led by Mom until such time as she feels the need to step down and will probably appoint Nahai as our chieftain over our very small tribe.  I think we’re more the clan than tribe although some people would argue that point, we’re happy with whom we are and we’re accepted in Thunder Bluff.

Maha actually has a better memory of those times long ago than I do, it took me some time to find the family after my change and although I feel more welcomed now than I did when I first arrived, I know that there are some gaps in my memory of how we used to do things.   I know that Maha and Mom always preface a chat about the old days with the statement  of “Naton, do you remember when we did this?”  I think that they do grasp the idea that I am still trying to fit my past back together in some kind of semblance of order.

Oh, we did make it back for the Faire, however, we didn’t stay as long as we did the last time.   A full week of faire-going was enough to last for a while, maybe next month we’ll stay a week again.  I know that I had quite the line of little old Bessies lined up with pots and pans to be repaired.  Some of them I did quick fixes on and some I brought back to Pandaria with me to work on.  One in particular is a very large copper pot – can’t say that I have seen one this size for a long long time.   I guess it’s used to prepare large celebratory meals in the Bluff.  I know it has to be older than Mom.

Oh copper is a beautiful metal to work with and as it ages, it gets a veneer that it can only get through age.  However, on a pot, that’s not necessarily a good thing.  I can tell that it is getting very old by how thin it has become in some spots – I think that I can repair it without making it look too shabby, however, it will take some time.  Luckily for me, Tahfal is a good miner and has promised to get some good quality copper for me when he isn’t studying.  I know he will do it too because he’s just that way.

I did ask him how his studies were going this last trip and he just smiled and nodded his head a bit as he told there was so much more for him to learn how to be the best Light Walker that he can be.   One would have thought that his faith might have been a little shaken after all of these years of study, however, hit has seemed to deepen his beliefs.  I suppose that I will never know exactly everything that he does because the Light is truly not my friend, although, I do have some understanding of how it works.  Prior to becoming a Death Knight, I might have been able to follow his studies a bit more closely  than I can now.  At least I still have my faith in the Earth Mother and that has never truly failed me – there is always a reason that things turn out the way that they do.

Getting back to the Faire, I swear that if there was a real war going on, people might not be so friendly as they are at the Faire, however, it’s always a fun time.  I like to watch people, doesn’t matter the race or the faction.  I still get a chuckle out of the little gnomes running around, even the goblins can be real amusing.  I don’t think that I have seen a single goblin at the Faire that wasn’t trying to work some kind of deal or something to make money.  I did see a couple of the them – the Prattfalls – from Silvermoon  while we were there.  Poor Dooddah did have her hands full with Uncle Zednick because he was quite insistent that he wasn’t drunk even as he proceeded to run in to the same post by the food tent several times and kept excusing himself as if it were a living being.   It did make me laugh.

I didn’t see the Boss at the Faire this time, which is kind of unusual, however, Dooddah said that her sister had taken some time off and left the Boss to run the office and warehouse in Silvermoon.  Poor fellow never seems to catch a break from working.  I know that he has never shortchanged us on anything that we have done for the company and we keep getting some very well paying contracts from the company too.   I can’t say that I am overly fond of the archeology thing because it’s too much like mining for my tastes – although I can mine like a machine – however, with those delicate artifacts, they have to be handled with care and let’s be honest – Tauren have big feet and our hands aren’t exactly dinky either.  I’ve tried digging that stuff up a few times and I’ll admit that I smashed more than I collected.

Well, I suppose I ought to wrap this up – I don’t really sleep, however, it does feel good to lay down for a few hours to let the muscles relax.  You’d think that the Lich would have had a better plan than just making you dead – your body still gets tired and the muscles will ache sometimes.  I know that we were considerable disposable, that’s probably why they overlooked that part of making us the way that we are.

Naton Cloudhoof  – aka Sadheart

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