NSFW – June 5th – Sweet Revenge…

*NSFW – a little more passion that what would be appropriate for young readers, be aware. *

June 5th

Dear Journal,

I know that I have done something that I shouldn’t have done, however, it was something that I have been wanting to do for years and I feel that it was long overdue. None will be the wiser unless I end up getting pregnant and if that happens, he’ll have to marry me or lose his friendship with my brother – he would never want to lose that. I don’t care if my brother cuts me off, again, I have my own money now and I can earn a living on my own, thank you very much.

All my life I have been in love with this man, ever since I figured what men were, and my heart has never drifted from the thought that I would have this handsome golden-haired man for my own. He must be mine because I haven’t loved or cared for anyone the way that I do him. With all the plotting and planning that I have done over the years trying to get him to admit that he loves me and wants only me were wasted. All I had to do was wait and the Fates would step in and give me what I wanted and all I had to do was wait until the proper time. I have been watching and waiting all this time, I just had to learn to be patient and it worked. Well, it kind of worked.

Dawnglory has always been the one man that I’ve wanted with my entire being, his looks, his attitude and the way that he has come from a life of nothing and made himself what he is today without the help of family. I guess you could call him a man’s man: somewhat like my brother, Fnor. I love my brother and I am very proud of what he has done with his life except for the fact that he is supposedly married to a long-eared Night Elf. How he could betray his own kind and his political connections like that is beyond my understanding, however, I should accept the fact. Of course, Fnor really isn’t my brother, he’s adopted and we’re not sure what his real bloodlines are.

I know that I haven’t written in my journal in a long time and this is probably something that I shouldn’t write down, however, I do have to tell someone to make it seem more real to me. I can’t tell anyone else about it and it is going to be hard to act as if nothing has happened. I just want to beam and gloat over the fact that I slept with the man that I love.

It was easy to accomplish with his woman being lost along with his children, however, he was drowning his sorrows and I knew, from experience, that he would go home alone to sleep it off. Well, he went home but not alone because I offered to make sure he got to the farm without passing out in the road somewhere. It was easy and all he kept saying is that I reminded him so much of Romy.

Romy, that savage from Northrend that stole my man away from me. Sure, he thinks he loves and he has had two children with her. Well, I know the little girl is his because she looks just like him, however, the youngest one I am not so sure of because he was born after Dawnglory went to Draenor. The little fellow does have the same lopsided smile and there is something about the shape of his face that reminds me of his supposed Father, however, I’m not real sure. You never know with whores, they do tend to shop around when their main man isn’t available.

Well, I got the poor man home and helped him undress a bit and got him into bed and acted like I was leaving. I didn’t leave, I stood outside and talked to Dog and that fish fellow -Jongu, whatever his name is and even had a bowl of dumplings that he had made. I turned to go back in the house and the fellow told me that the Lady wasn’t going to like me going in there with the Master being asleep. I just told him to shut up and went inside.

It was easy to slip out of my clothes and slide under the furs and before I had even settled myself, Fnar started sobbing his sleep and kept calling out for his woman. I told him I was there and that everything was okay. His eyes flashed open briefly and I thought that he was going to recognize me and he didn’t. He started kissing me and running his hands over my body and before I realized it, not shocked, he had started doing the things that men do with women.

I have never had a man make love to me the way that he did and how many peaks and valleys of passion that he made me go through and I thought I was going to lose my mind with the passion. Oh, Light Help Me! I never knew anything could make you feel so good all over and it seemed as if would never end.

He did keep calling me Romy and his passion was intense because he thought he was with his woman and he had so much pent up passion from being away from her for over a year. I know it was stolen passion for me and I took great pleasure in everything he did to me that seemed to go on for hours and hours.

It did go on for hours, the dawn was just breaking when I was finally able to escape the bed and put on my clothes to head back to the camp in Karasang. Oh my, it was hard to tear myself away from all of that. I know that I have found my match in all things with Dawnglory and I will have him for my husband before this year is over.

Faendra Morningstar

Life Is Just Not Fair…

July 1st

Dear Journal,

I have spent most of my life chasing after a man that lead me on and really didn’t care about me at all and it’s finally hit me that I have wasted the best years of my life chasing a dream that wasn’t shared with the other party.  I know that I have alienated friends and family over the years with my pursuit and obsession with this one man and it has finally crossed my mind that I am really wasting my time and making a fool of myself. I have literally thrown away all that is good in my life with chasing this dream of mine and I have nothing to show for it – no friends, no lovers and no fulfilled dream of marriage.

Yeah, I’m sitting here in Halfhill trying to drink myself into oblivion because I am sorry for myself and angry with myself for being such a fool for all of these years.   Yes, I came to Pandaria to get my man back from that harlot and I’m finding it more difficult to convince myself that it is even a possibility.   I have been spending all of my off-time in Halfhill in hopes that Dawnglory will show back up and I can get him to talk to me or maybe a bit more than just talk.

Yesterday I was in the market and I saw his woman doing some shopping.   At first I didn’t really recognize her because she has gotten rather large – a kid balanced on her hip and another one in her belly.  There is no doubt in my mind whom the children belong too because although I have tried to dig up dirt on her, there wasn’t any to be found that I could positive proof that she is playing around.  How she could let herself get knocked-up and have Dawnglory take off to this new place where they are sending all of the Rangers that worth their salt.   Well, maybe that’s her way of trapping him and keeping him because she knows that he wants a family to call his own – I hope that they are going to be his at least.

I’m sure that I could go there if I wanted too, however, I am not in the mood to do that right now.  I’m just marking my time and hoping that I don’t get orders to go there anytime soon.  I came to Pandaria to try to trap the man that I love and he slipped out of my reach within just a few weeks of my arrival.  Now, I’m obligated to fulfill my time with the Rangers here – that means no social life for me in Silvermoon and no real attachment to anyone here.

I know that I haven’t heard anything from my brother directly in months since he went to Draenor, however, I keep getting messages from that Zippie in Orgrimmar from time to time.  She is still expecting me to make arrangements to get to Orgrimmar and pick up contracts and possibly fill them – she doesn’t seem to realize whom she is dealing with.  After all, my brother is the owner the company and I should be respected for that and not be treated like just some other plebian worker.    I am a woman of good family and means – that means she should show respect to her betters.  Goblins only think of one thing and that is money – which is why she wants me to do these things here in Pandaria – the money is good though, I suppose I should relent and do some of them.

I’m still sitting here and drinking, thinking about all of the things that might have been or should have been and I can’t see why things didn’t work out the way that I had planned.  I should be the one walking around with that kid on my hip and one in my belly, not that upstart.  I mean, Dawnglory and I had a thing going that might have worked out if she hadn’t seduced him before I had a chance to do so.  Yes, she’s pretty, she’s educated and I’ve heard tell that she is from a good family, however, it’s not one that I have ever been in direct contact with and I can’t say that I had heard of them until this woman took my man away.  Who knows, it could just be one of those paid for family lineage things that some of the new money will try to pull off in Silvermoon.

Well, I’m going to stop trying to write because I am starting to feel like it’s futile and I’m getting sick on my stomach because the page seems to be moving all of the time.  I should head back to my farm – yeah, I got one not far from Dawnglory’s place and get some rest.  I’ll be busy for the next week with my duties with the Rangers, hunting down more deserters and trying to make some Night Elves unhappy again.

Faendra Morningstar

 

Is It Too Late To Start Over…

January 7th

Dear Journal,

Well, damn it!!  Here I have spent the last year of my life making my way to Pandaria so that I could get back with Dawnglory and he’s gone again!!  Now, I’m stuck with the Rangers, which I don’t like and now I am stuck with a military obligation that is going to keep me from getting what I have wanted my whole life and it just isn’t fair.  Now, I find out that even my stinking brother is gone from Silvermoon and I was going to ask him to buy me out of the Rangers so that I don’t have to stay here anymore.

Of course, everyone in Halfhill is talking about the people leaving and the ones that are staying behind.  One person I’m seeing staying behind with their brat is Dawnglory’s woman.  She looks like she’s getting fat from sitting on her butt at the farm, wonder who’s doing all of the work now that he’s gone?  I was going to try to make friends with her just so I could find out when Dawnglory’s going to be back, however, I can’t even stomach that thought right now.

All of my plans are down the drain and I’m stuck up here with all of these drunk bears, the Rangers and whatever else the military might decide for me to do.  I tried to talk to my sister at Winter Veil when we were in Shattrath and she told me to shut up and that I only had gotten what I deserved for being deceitful and selfish.  Who the heck does she think she is?    I know her husband or whatever he is overheard it all and he just walked away as if there was nothing going on.   She has no right to say anything about what I’ve done, it’s her fault that our parents are dead because she ran off to be with that guy and they got killed looking for her.  Maybe I should bring that up sometime?

I’ve sent a letter to that Zippie and I hope that she will forward it on to Fnor so that he can make arrangements to buy me out of the service.  I don’t like it and I was only playing along with it because it would get me closer to Dawnglory and if he’s gone from Pandaria, what is to keep me here in the service, not a damned thing. I hope he still isn’t angry with me.

I had planned on talking with my brother at Winter Veil when I was in Nagrand, however, he wasn’t there and it’s doubtful that his wife would want to help me out.  I didn’t even try to ask her about it and with the way that Felaran reacted, I was almost afraid too.  I don’t think that all of the things that I have done should be held against me.  I had my reasons and now that reason has moved again, damn him.

I know I probably can’t start over in Silvermoon again, I’ve burned too many bridges there with some of the so-called friends that I had, however, they have always liked my money, so, maybe there is a chance that I can start over again.  I don’t know, I’m so confused right now. Now, I just have to find some new direction.

Should I put Dawnglory behind me and think about getting involved with someone else?  I can’t, he has been the main focus of my life for so long that I think that I would be lost without that.  Everything that I have ever done or planned for has been with him in mind.  Even if Felaran said that I selfish, she also said that I was obsessed with a man that could care less about what happens to me.   I think that she’s wrong, I think that he does care about me and that my brother won’t allow him to have anything to do with me, It’s his fault, not mine.   He’s only with this woman now because of his daughter and I bet that if I could get him alone, I’d be able to give him a son one day, which is more important to carry on his name.   I still want to make that happen and it will happen if I just keep trying, now, I can’t even try because he’s in that other place.

 

Faendra Morningstar

 

Oh, He Will Be Mine…

November 23rd

Dear Journal,

Well, I finally got some much needed time off for good behavior – that’s truly a joke, it just amounted to some major sucking up and trying to act like I was happy with what I was doing.  I have been in Pandaria for several months and haven’t had any time off due to the fact that I have had personality conflicts with some of my peers, not really my peers, and some of the higher ups.  Who would have thought that they expected more of me because of my brother’s reputation.  I’m not my brother and I doubt that I will be stupid enough to stay in the Rangers as long as he has either.

I got to head into Halfhill and I have been just hanging around in the market place trying to find out what information I can about Dawnglory.  Yes, he does live here and he does have a woman and a baby, which I already knew, however, people aren’t really all that forthcoming with the exact location of his farm.  Somehow, thinking of my beautiful Sindorei digging in the dirt just doesn’t fit with what I know of him.  He’s too sophisticated for that sort of thing, however, being with that woman might have changed some of his ideals and his pride too.  I have the next five days off and if I have to travel down every lane and goat path, I’ll do that too because I will find him and I will talk to him and tell him what a mistake he is making with his life.

I have also heard the rumors of this new problem that has developed in the Blasted Lands and I hope that they don’t yank my unit out of Pandaria and ship us off there.  If they do try to do that, I will be resigning or buying my way out so that I can stay here in Pandaria until I make that man see reason and marry me.  I have some money of my own saved up, plus, I don’t think that my brother will hold a grudge long enough to refuse me some help if I ask for it and it concerns his best friend too.   I’m just marking my time and waiting for the right moment to talk to him.  I know he’s here and I know that he and that woman frequent the market with their brat too, so, I’ll just sit here and bide my time until I see that golden-haired man that I know so well makes his appearance.

No, I am not happy being here in the role that I had to take in order to get here.  I’m not meant for the orders and all of the rules that are put into place to make it a more military group and I’m sure not ready to settle down to having to share a tent with a whole bunch of other women.   I’m not keen on the idea that I only have a footlocker to keep my personal belongings in and it has to stay locked all of the time to keep the peasants from stealing from me.  My gowns are probably ruined from being stuffed into that trunk for so long and it is going to make me very angry if they are.  Well, maybe not too angry since I know that they are probably out of fashion now since they are last season’s styles.

If I wasn’t so determined to talk to Dawnglory, I would have gone back to Silvermoon to see some of my friends and to see if I still have access to the house that my brother gave me.  I know that I am not really welcomed at the main house because of those stupid goblins living there that my brother seems to like better than he does his own sister.  Well, that’s what happens when you’re not really blood-related, I suppose.

I have seen Felaran a couple of times since I have been in Pandaria and even went to her house for dinner one night, which was kind of weird because she and her “husband” are both Death Knights.  The food was good and I thought that it was really nice that they would think to even have a good wine to serve with it.   I guess that Ty is the one that cooked the meal because Felaran still can’t cook stuff without destroying it.  It seems odd to have her living with a man here in Pandaria, however, I guess even Death Knights have some softer feelings too.

I like Fel’s “husband”, even if they aren’t really married, they just say that they are and even have rings to show.  I know that they couldn’t’ get married in Silvermoon or under the auspices of that law=minded group.  They just decided they were married.   Ty is an odd fellow, a bit on the quiet side sometimes, however, he is totally devoted to that cat of his, which is really odd.  He also makes some beautiful pieces of jewelry which kind of surprised me because I wouldn’t think that a real man cold make suck delicate pieces.  He showed me some of the jewelry that he was sending back to Silvermoon to sell and I was definitely awestruck, maybe he will be kind enough to give me some of the pieces some day.  Oh, I could buy them,  I suppose. However,  why should I spend money if he is willing to give it to me in the name of “family” helping family?  I think that it’s rather ironic that he looks very much like our brother and that sometimes he sounds like him – that dark mane of hair, those startling blue eyes and that voice make me feel a bit chilled and excited at the same time.  Fel seems to be very much in love with him and I hope that she is happy and that they can keep that act up for a long time too.

I already know that I am going to be telling Dawnglory all of the benefits of being with someone like me rather than that woman.  I’m educated, I have my own money and access to the Morningstar monies, if my brother has changed his orders at the banks, and I am also a lot younger than that woman is.  She’s older and has lived most of her life like an animal in Northrend.  Well, maybe he likes that pack mentality, however, it doesn’t go over well in Silvermoon where people have to at least some idea of the social norms.  I suppose with him living in the wilds as a Ranger has left him open to the idea that it’s okay to have a person act more like an animal that a real person.  I tried to talk to his sister about the way that he is living with this woman and she won’t talk to me anymore because I wasn’t all sunshine and nice about the fact that I think he is ruining his life.

I know that he and my brother still have some of their friends that are still Krasarang and I can’t believe how tight-lipped they are with any information in regard to Dawnglory.  It’s almost like they are in league trying to protect him for some reason or other.  Maybe it’s some kind of special code of theirs, however, I am not about to try to buck that system too much, it cost me enough time trying to do that and getting stuck at camp for weeks unless I was on patrol with some of those other people.  One of the guys let it slip that he thought that Dawnglory was already married – well, I found out that that is a joke because I contacted the Magisters offices in Silvermoon and after several days of waiting, there is no record of a marriage posted in their files for him.  Even if he does get married, that is no reason for me to stop trying to steal him away.  It makes little difference to me because I know that he belongs with me and not her.

Sitting in this Inn and staring out towards the market is really quite entertaining for a while, however, I am starting to get rather bored.  I suppose I should go out and see if I can find my man instead of sitting here in hopes that he will show up.  I know that he probably doesn’t visit the Inn very often these days with that woman and baby holding him back, it’s not like the old days when he could come and go a he wishes.   I would have never thought in a million years that my wild and headstrong Sindorei would become a domesticated being instead of what has always been a part of his nature. I think I’ll go out and see if I can find someone that might be more informative as to where Dawnglory lives, maybe a little gold in their hand might make them remember.

Fae

 

 

 

Why Do I Have To Change?

June 18th

Dear Journal,

I am so angry that I could cry and I don’t that anyone would care.  I just got back from getting a dressing down by that peasant of a Commander in Krasarang that told me that I needed to shape up and get with the program with the rest of the Rangers or I could leave.  And…and, the only reason that I haven’t been kicked out yet is because of the fact that I am related to Commander Morningstar and they expected much more from me due to that relationship. I’m not my adopted brother, whatever he is known for is not of my doing and I surely would not be able to come up with his career as a Ranger, get real people!!

So, now I have two weeks to show them that I am truly Ranger material or I will get shipped back to Silvermoon in disgrace.  Yes, I said Silvermoon.  It seems that my brother has been writing to some of his friends here in Krasarang and if I happen to wash out, I will be returned to his “custody” – what the heck does that mean, I’m a woman fully grown and I sure don’t need to be escorted back to Silvermoon in shame and to be married off to some fop there. With the current situation being what it is with my brother and I, I don’t think that it would be a good idea.

I thought about packing up my stuff and heading out on my own, however, I found out what the penalties are for desertion and I don’t think that is something that I want to endure.  Prison for years, possible hard labor and then, the final one was a real curtailment – “in times of war, a deserter will be tried and sentenced to death” – well, I think we’re still at war, so, that’s not an option.

I’ve gotten myself into a fine mess and I have no one to fall back on for support.  I can’t ask my brother to help because of the way that I left and I owe him quite a bit of money, not to mention, I am not going to apologize for running away and trying to find the man that I love in this Light Forsaken place either.

I was told that I needed to adjust my attitude towards my comrades and start doing my share of the menial chores and if that means cleaning the latrines, so be it, do it and don’t make a fuss about it because it is beneath me – which it is.  I am supposed to be cooperative with my commanders and I am supposed to make friends with the other Rangers in order to build better team cohesion.  Well, okay, I can fake being friends, that’s not the problem, however, this cooperation thing is going to take some work and I don’t see why I have to do it.  It’s like they are trying to make an example of me and I think that is unfair.

Well, I do know that I am tired of not getting any time off so that I can go to the Valley of Four Winds and try to find Dawnglory.  If I do what I am supposed to do and cooperate with everyone and everything, I should get some time off next week – I plan on getting two days off so I can get to the Valley and look around.  I have visited the place, that Halfhill place once since my arrival but it was such a quick trip, I couldn’t find out anything at all and I was with a group of other Rangers picking up supplies.  I thought I saw that woman of Dawnglory’s, however, I’m not sure but she had a brat in her arms that I might assume is theirs. I’ve never met her before, I can only go by the descriptions of the red hair, wide hips and the fact that she used to be a Ranger before she bought her way out with Dawnglory and she works for my brother now too.

I don’t think that I need to really “change” the way that I think or how I feel about things, I just have to learn how to mask my feelings a bit more.  Now, I have to suck up to these other girls and make them think that I was just in a bad mood all of this time and that I am really friendly.  Oh, I don’t know how well that is going to work out either because I have been pretty nasty to a couple of the more popular ones that live in my tent. I know that I am on a totally different social plane than most of these people and I resent having to step down to their level, which is something I would never do in Silvermoon.  I know I have the breeding and I did have the wealth to back me up when I was living on Fnor’s money, now, I have to make do with what I was able to scrounge and what I make as a Ranger, which is next to nothing.

I think that I saw one of the Forsaken that works for my brother snooping around the camp today and I did all that I could to avoid her.  Also, I have seen Felaran’s boyfriend here too.  What is this place, the central gathering spot for people that want to check out other people?  If Ty finds out that I am here, I’m sure that he will tell Felaran and then the trouble will really start because I know her temper and she won’t be pleased that I have lied and cheated my way to Pandaria to begin with.

Faendra Morningstar

 

This Is Not My Fault…

May 22nd

Dear Journal,

One would have thought that with all of the wealth that the Sindorei seem to have in Silvermoon that the government could give us better living conditions  At least when we went camping at home, we had floor coverings, not just raw dirt to walk on, we had suitable bedding, clean furs and pillows. I know our family tent was larger than the one that I am sharing with these nine other women and there was definitely more privacy.

Since I am considered a raw recruit by the buffoons in Krasarang, and as punishment for not doing what I was told, I got sent with some ne’er do well Rangers to attend to the Hozen problem in the Jade Forest.

Now, Hozen are like jabbering monkeys that you might sometimes see at the Faire, however, these things are filthy.  They like to fling all kinds of things at you from wherever they are hiding – rotten fruit, garbage and some stuff that shall go unmentionable.   I know that I was so tired of getting hit with this junk and we couldn’t take a moment to stop and clean some of it off – the stench was horrid.

I have never heard animals yelling such atrocious things “Ook you in the Dooker!” seemed to be the most common of curses coming from these beasts.  How disgusting that sounds like and the visuals that it brought to my mind made my arrows true to their targets.  No way am I going to have one these beasts take advantage of me like that.   I hope that if we kill enough of them off that they will have respect for the Rangers in the forest and quit with the throwing of this afoul.

All I wanted to do last night was return to our camp in Krasarang, however, it appears as though we’re going to be stuck out here in the jungle for several days.  I even asked our patrol leader if there was a place where we could clean up and get this stuff out of our hair and off our armor.  After he finished laughing at me, he handed me a bucket and told where a stream was near our camp and that I needed to fill the bucket up and bring it back to share with the others to get cleaned up.

I almost retched at how some of my other counterparts reacted to getting cleaned up and how quickly that water in the bucket was fouled beyond belief.  Oh, there’s no latrine either, we have to go away from camp and go into the bushes to relieve ourselves – we never had this problem when I was camping with my family.

I thought seriously about cutting my hair off last night too because I thought that I had gotten it all up under my helm before we started our patrol, apparently, I didn’t do such a good job with that.  Now, I have this monkey stench in my hair and not enough time or water to get it all out.   I think I will be able to live with it for a while, however, if we’re out here for longer than a day or two, I may get one of the other women to cut it off for me, just to get away from the stench.

I don’t think that I have ever seen my brother look like some of the Rangers either.  He was always immaculate, clean shaven and he sure didn’t smell like these people either.  Of course, I’m sure I’ve never seen him come in from the field, as he likes to call it, so, I was totally unprepared for this part of being a Ranger.  I don’t like it at all.   I know that we can’t wear our dress uniforms while we’re on patrol because they would be like a beacon in the night to some of these creatures that we’re fighting here in the jungle, however, I never knew how filthy Rangers could be.  Oh yeah, some of them are pairing up for the nights too – nothing like body heat to keep warm – and then they laugh at me because I had such a shocked look on my face.

No, I didn’t go through the full basic training thing like they had in Silvermoon because I didn’t exactly join the way that some people did.  I didn’t join up until I got to Pandaria and could prove that I could shoot my bow with the best of them.   Had I known that this is how it was going to be, I would have stayed with the mercenaries a little bit longer, I bet I would have already been in Halfhill and I bet I might have had a day off too.   I know that there are a lot of things that I should have done differently when I got here, I just had one goal and that was to find Dawnglory, which I haven’t done yet either.

I always thought that being in the Rangers was going to be a wonderful experience.  They always look so handsome in their uniforms as they stride around Silvermoon.  My brother always looked more than a little bit handsome when he had on his dress uniforms too – now, these fellows here in Pandaria look so much like the mercenaries that I was traveling with and act worse than they did, it’s a shock.  I wanted to look smart and pretty in my armor when I find Dawnglory – he would be very shocked to see me although I am sure that he would think that I looked beautiful in my uniform – it matches my hair beautifully.

It’s not like I can write my brother and ask him to send a letter to the Rangers here in Pandaria to let me out of my commitment  because I am sure that he would say “no” anyway.  I didn’t exactly leave on the best of terms and I am sure that he is still angry with me.  He’s really going to be sorry if I get hurt up here too, it is his fault that I am in this mess anyway.

Faendra Morningstar

Learning To Live As A Ranger…

May 15th

Dear Journal,

All I have to say at this point is that I did make it to Pandaria with the Rangers, of all groups.  Anyway, I ended up getting stationed in my brother’s old command, isn’t that just peachy.  I know that I should have used a fake name, however, that costs money that I didn’t have, so, people know who I am, however, they aren’t exactly sure of the relationship.  I did laugh when one of the fellows told me that I must be Fnor’s daughter because I didn’t look old enough to be his sister.

Of course, I’ve been very subtle in asking questions about certain people and have found out quite a bit, my these people do like to talk.   I found out that Dawnglory is in the Valley of Four Winds with his woman and her brat.  I guess he still keeps in touch with some of the fellows here and they said that he is just turning into one of those boring old married types, even if he isn’t married to her.  Well, at least she’s getting him trained for when I take over, he’ll know what to expect from a wife. Shame that the baby looks like him, however, look at how many blonde men there are running around up here – it’s not like a blonde guy is a novelty, you know. I still don’t think he sired the baby, not after all of the philandering that he’s done in the past, there have been no other children that I am aware of.   If he has a problem making babies, I’m sure that we can find a doctor that will fix that problem.

I can’t say that I am all too keen on the accommodations here in camp.  I live in a large tent with nine other women and they aren’t of the social standing that I have been accustomed too.  Naturally, all the chatter is about men, clothes, makeup and the next party they are going too.   I even have gone out on a few dates since I have been up here and wasn’t disappointed  with them too much when all they wanted to do was to get into my pants, which they didn’t.

Well, my brother’s tales of all of the rain in Krasarang weren’t a lie.  I swear that it is raining when I get up, rains all day and then, rains some more if it ever really stopped to begin with.  I do keep getting sent back to the Jade Forest to do some cleanup of the Alliance scum that seem to be trickling in there – they don’t have the manpower that we have from what I can tell.   I will have to admit that the Sentinels seem to keep some very nice looking scouts with them – wonder if I can keep one alive long enough to talk to him.  I can see why women are attracted to them and I bet they aren’t just talented at hunting and scouting.

I haven’t tried to get in touch with my sister yet, I suppose I should, however, I just know that she won’t waste any time getting word back to our brother.  Our adopted brother! I know that she is all involved with some other Death Knight here in Pandaria, some silly guy that likes to run around with a cat with him all of the time.  Figures she’d find someone that is brain-damaged to hang out with.  I’ve met him once and he didn’t say a whole lot, just started at me with those dead blue eyes of his as he sat there playing with his cat.  I know he can talk, he said a few words to Fel and to his cat, however, he just stared at me as if I had two heads when I started talking about the people in Silvermoon.  Oh well, that was their last trip to Silvermoon and I sure don’t know if I want to see them in Pandaria.

Now, I just have to figure out a way to find out where Dawnglory is living in this Valley of Four Winds.  I’m sure he has some little shack somewhere that he is sharing with that woman of his.   I didn’t realize how big the place was until I saw one of the maps in our briefing tent.  It’s huge and I don’t want to let him know that I am here yet because I haven’t finished all of my plans on how I am going to get him off alone and in bed.   He’ll have to marry me because I have been taking those drugs I got in Orgrimmar so that I will conceive a child even if he just looks at me wrong.  As much as my libido has been screaming at me to take a man, any man, I won’t do it because I want to be a virgin for Dawnglory , just to prove to him that I have not been with anyone else and I am sure that he would have to appreciate that because a virgin at my age is something a man would treasure.  I’m sure it won’t hurt when he takes me though because I would think that he wouldn’t be too drunk to realize he’s with a virgin.

Oh, another thing, I hate some of the things that they make us do.  I never have been one to clean my own armor, I have someone else do it for me and, now, if I don’t do it myself – I get put on some of the worst details – no, I haven’t been put on the latrine duty yet however, it has been promised if I don’t start doing some of the menial tasks here in camp.  I’m a Ranger, I shouldn’t have to take care of things like trash or grooming mounts or something like that – there are enough people out there that need the money that I could pay to do it for me.  I haven’t had any real time off since I got here because I refuse to do some of this stuff – I had servants that took care of the laundry and I don’t think it’s right that I have to take all of the bedding to be washed with the other girls – it’s just beneath me.

Money, that’s another thing!   I am having to live on what I make as a Ranger, which isn’t much, and then, if I happen to take money from a corpse or something, I have to split it with all of the others in my patrol group.  That just doesn’t seem fair.  I’ve been trying to sell some of the hides that I have gathered, however, the competition is pretty heavy and I’ve all but given away some of the stuff I had gathered.  My leatherworking is just as good as some of the others here, however, I had one fellow tell me that if I spent more time curing the hides properly, they wouldn’t make my leather goods smell moldy.  As if I didn’t know what I am doing?  Rude fellow!!

Well, it appears that duty calls and I have another black mark on my record for not cleaning my boots properly when I got inspected.  That means another week without any time off to go scouting out the Valley.

Faendra Morningstar