I know that I have been too busy getting things in order with my family to even be able to sit down and write anything in my journal. Seems like it has been forever, and I know that it hasn’t. Fnor and I have been busy in the battles with the demons to have much time to sit down and relax. I’ll admit that I do run way to Stormwind and sometimes to Draenor, just to escape everything for a while. Just being able to sit down and not smell Fel in the air or even that constant looking around to make sure that you’re in a safe place can sometimes drain the soul out of you.
I had to come back to Stormwind to take care of some business and to check on my boys that are in the city as well as going to check on my parents. They are getting up in years and there are times that I do worry about them I know that I am one of the lucky few people in Darnassus that had been raised by my parents instead of being sent off to be raised with the rest of the children. Yes, it’s odd how our people send their most precious things in the world off to be raised by strangers and not have that family bonding that other races seem to have – it builds a foundation for the families to grow on. It could possibly be a hold over from the days when the High Elves felt that the parents were not paying proper attention to their duties and the children were a distraction and needed to be trained by others. I’m never sure why that all came about. However, back to what I was prattling about.
My parents were doing fine in their little home near Darnassus and seemed to be quite happy there, however, I tried my best to have them make another change in their lives – move to Nagrand, to the house that Fnor and I have there, or we could even build them their own little house. They have lived with us in Dalaran in Northrend and they were happy there, however, they were extremely frightened when we were driven out – or I should say, when Fnor was driven out because of his heritage. I think the whole thing was stupid – I can understand that Jaina was upset with the way that things had happened in Theramore and I will admit that we all were – luckily, Varian was still alive back then and could put some kinds of constraints on her hysterical reactions to things.
I think my Father was on the verge of refusing my suggestion when my Mother stopped him and told him that there must be a reason that I would want them to make a change like this and gave me that look that I always dread. One thing about being raised by your parents is the fact that they really get to know you as an individual, which, makes it difficult for you to pull any shenanigans with them. She knew I was trying to hide something from her and I had to admit that there were reasons that I wanted them to move.
With all the contacts that Fnor and I have on both factions, we seem to get information far ahead of the counselors and leaders of our separate factions. We have a lot of people working for us in our businesses and it seems like they can get into places where our military people seem to overlook. Let’s be real about this, common people talk more amongst themselves and aren’t busy plotting their political intrigues as the higher ups seem to find the time to do. There appears to be a lot of political unrest in both factions and there have been hints to the common folk that they should be prepared to guard their homes and families even more in the future. No reasons were given out as to why and it makes me wonder if we’re not rolling back the clock of history to the days when we dare not be affiliated with friends of a different faction.
Of course, my Mother’s opinion of the Dark Lady is pretty much the same as most people. She was a poor choice for the Horde to take on that evil woman for their Warchief. Even my beloved is not fond of the situation, but one must be careful about voicing your opinions too loudly.
With the rumors flying around like a crazed dervish, I did tell my parents some of the rumors and they were greatly saddened by it, however, they did resolve to make the move to Nagrand within the next couple of weeks to be safe. I’m almost willing to bet that we are going to end up with a small village of relatives living on the property – we will make room for anyone that wishes to join the family.
Now, I need to go talk to my loving husband and let him know that there is going to be an influx of elves coming to Nagrand to live for a while – naturally, we are going to decide for most of them that do not know that my mate is a Blood Elf to live away from the main property. I don’t want to bring the old hatreds to where we live.