Just A Quick Note…


December 5th

 

Dear Journal,

Oh, it’s been quite a while since I have taken the time to sit down and write anything, however, I have been busy with the farm and trying to convince my children that they are old enough to get married and start giving me some grandchildren.  Yes, I know that Maha is being stubborn, Naton is not really in the market and youngest son, Tahfal, is still just focusing on his studies.   Of course, I’m still working on the farm and enjoying life here in Pandaria.  It’s still a nice place for an older Tauren lady to enjoy life with all the nice people that I have gotten to know here in Halfhill.

Naturally, we all went back to enjoy the holiday, Pilgrim’s Bounty, in Thunder Bluff with our friends and some of the relatives.  A lot of my old friends live in Halfhill, so, we just enjoyed getting together and gossiping with some of the youngsters about how life is in a foreign land.  I will admit that I am envious of some of my friends with their grandchildren running around, however, they are willing to share the little ones, so, sometimes it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad. I miss poor Dawnglory’s woman and the two children – I wish that he could find them because we are all worried sick about them.

I know that we are all looking forward to heading back to Pandaria again because there is a lot to be done before the colder weather gets here.  Oh, we don’t have to worry about that too much in the Valley of Four Winds because it just rains there, however, the snowy climes really do make it a bit more difficult to do the herb gathering that I enjoy and Naton does complain about the depth of the snow from time to time when he must gather up some special ore for his blacksmithing.  All in all, life has been good for the Cloudhoof clan since we moved there.

I have noticed Mahamura spending some time with a young bull here in Thunder Bluff and I did some snooping, as a Mother will tend to do, and discovered that he is in Pandaria too and has been off to Draenor for a while.  Wonder why she hasn’t brought him home to introduce him to the family yet?  I have learned my lesson, I won’t force the issue and pry too much because the last fellow probably hasn’t stopped running yet once Maha’s brothers started zeroing in on him to find out what his intentions were.  Maybe one of these days she will find the right bull that she can stay with for a while – she is a good person and she has certain expectations for a mate.

 

Mooma

 

Seasons Changing…


October 22nd

Dear Journal,

Well, there won’t be much going on with the farm today until this rain goes away or at least isn’t coming down in torrents.  I know I haven’t written in my journal for a while because I have been very busy with the farm and just gathering herbs before the seasons truly change.

Naturally it is that time of year when everyone is running around trying to get as much candy as they can and fighting off the Headless Horseman when the opportunity presents itself.  This is always a fun time of year for the young ones and even though my children are grown now, they still enjoy running around in costumes and getting in on the fun.  Heck, I even go out once in a while to do the same thing although I am not as dedicated to it as some are.  It’s fun watching people get all dressed up in costumes and the adults regress back to their childhood.

Goodness!  I know that the Earth Mother is replenishing the earth with the rain before the winter months set in, however, I am beginning to wonder if she isn’t trying to do it all in one session.  I don’t recall it raining this much in Halfhill for a very long time, now, it just seems like there is a fog moving in with the rain and the temperatures haven’t gotten rather brisk – or it could be that I am getting older and I am feeling the cold.

I think that I am going to leave the farm to the children for a few days and head back to Kalimdor for a visit.  It’s been a while since I’ve stayed in Thunder Bluff at our old house there and I kind of miss it.  I always love the Fall at the Bluff.  So many traditions to be observed and so many things to do that are strictly on the entertainment level for me anyway.   I would like to be able to sit in the afternoon sunshine and talk with my old friends like we used too before I moved to Pandaria.  Maybe I can even stay long enough to attend some of the Story Circles that are happening in Mulgore.  I love to hear the tales and the scary ones are always the best because sometimes the tale bearers get very dramatic with them and make it all that much more enjoyable.

I had such high hopes that my children would find mates this year in Pandaria and it hasn’t happened yet.  I wonder why they can’t seem to find someone to settle down with.  I would like to have some grandchildren  to enjoy in my golden years.   I thought that Mahamura had found someone this past Summer, however, she said that she isn’t quite ready to settle down just yet and children are definitely not something that she really seems to be interested in a whole lot.

I suppose the rain isn’t going to go away for a while and I can get some of the housework done while everyone is away for a while.  I can also gather up the few things that I want to take with me to Kalimdor and be ready to leave once I tell the children that Mom needs a break from Pandaria.

 

Mooma Cloudhoof

 

Visiting Friends…


December 29th

Dear Journal,

Well, I will have to admit that it has been quite pleasant to be back here in Thunder Bluff for the holidays.  I’ve missed some of my old friends and we are all having a wonderful time just visiting with them.  Lots of changes to the families that I can hear about too.

I didn’t realize how large our home was here in Thunder Bluff, however, it’s nice to be home even if I have spent a great deal of my time cleaning the place and getting the dust out of everything.  We haven’t been home for a couple of months and I am afraid that the house is showing the lack of attention.  I thought that Tahfal might have at least gotten someone to take care of things when he left home, however, it probably slipped his mind.  Oh well, a little hard work never really hurt anyone I suppose.  I do have the children here with me to help out too.  I think that while I’m here, I will see if I can get someone to stay here in the house while we’re gone, just to keep things in order and not neglected.

I know that it is nice to see the calves that I knew in the past that have all grown up to be nice strong Tauren and upholding a lot of the old traditions that us oldsters set such great store in.  It always a good thing for any tribe to keep up the traditions so that they won’t be lost in the sands of time.   I am listening to my old friends talk of their children and their grandchildren now and it makes me sad that none of my children have made me a Grandmother just yet, however, there is plenty of time.   I am sure that one of the younger boys or even Maha might let that happen someday.

I really feel bad for some of my neighbors in Halfhill right now because their families are being torn apart by this new threat in this place called Draenor.   I know that the blonde Blood Elf has gone back to do his duty and left his woman and little girl there and they seem kind of lonely.  I love the  little girl to pieces, even if she is a Blood Elf.  Her name is Mirrin and she calls me “Gram” sometimes.  It really is nice to see a little girl so well behaved and I can tell that her parents just dote on her.  I don’t think that they will let her turn into one of those Blood Elves that I have run into from Silvermoon either, they both seem to be rather realistic people and they both work very hard on their farm.   Of course, the Boss from Morningstar Enterprises has had to go back to the military too – poor man really didn’t seem like himself when I last saw him at his farm, I think he didn’t really want to leave either.  I feel sorry for any of them that aren’t able to spend time with their families at this time of year especially.  I know that I still miss my mate at this time of year because it was one of his favorite holidays and we have our own traditions that we used to celebrate, it isn’t like what the goblins have done to it.

I know that one of the things that I am going to do is to gather up as many of the pine nuts that I can while I am here and take them back to Halfhill.  I know that my children truly love them and I would like to be able to grow some on the farm or at least try to get them to grow.  I bet that they will take to farm just like I have.

I think that I am going to try to convince the children to stay here in the Bluff this week because the Faire will be here soon and we missed going this last month.  I’ve heard tell of some new things going on there and would like to see it all for myself.  No, I don’t think that I will ever be brave enough to try that canon thing though, that is just a bit too adventurous for a person of my age, you know.  Oh well, even if we don’t stay in the Bluff until the Faire, we can always make the added effort of coming back.

 

Mooma

Living in Pandaria


May 23rd

 

Dear Journal,

While I am aware that I only write in this book to keep my memories fresh it always a great help when you get to be my age to have them recorded somewhere.  Ah yes, with age, your mind has become somewhat cluttered with all things past and present – this will help me keep things sorted out a little bit for my own personal reasons.  I know that I have long since forgotten some of the things that happened to me as young girl, however, occasionally, I do get a glimmer of those things that once were.

While I may not be staying in Thunderbluff as much as I once was, that doesn’t mean that I don’t long for the companionship of my old friends there which causes me some sadness.  I have started going back home to see my friends and to visit with my youngest son, Tahfal.  Poor thing is working himself into a frenzy with his studies – being a Light Walker is no easy task and requires a lot of study, dedication and sometimes a great deal of loneliness.    I always thank the Earth Mother that he is my youngest son and one that looks very much like his sire.  He has always been a gentle soul, a bit spoiled because he was just a baby when my husband I went on our fateful trip that changed all of our lives.  Now, he’s a young man coming into his own, albeit, not the way that I had envisioned, however, it is his life to do with as he wishes – that has been the way of our clan for generations.

Nahai and I really did go ahead and pooled our resources and bought the farm next door to Naton and Mahamura.  We’re still staying with them until we can get the proper repairs done on the house.  I know that the land was really what we purchased, however, one would think that the price might have been lowered due to the fact that we can’t live in the house there.  Oh well, we will get it done as soon as possible.  We’re also still helping Maha and Naton with their farm as well as working on our own.

I can only speak for myself with any real assurance of not telling the truth as it is known to me.  I know that I truly love Pandaria – it’s big, it’s open and the living is at a slower pace than it is in Mulgore.  I don’t think that it will ever replace my feelings for my true “home” however, in my sunset years, it does seem to make life easier in this land.   Oh, there are dangers here and there are many areas of the land that I have not ventured into yet.

Nahai and I have both enjoyed the plentiful herbs that are in this area of Pandaria.  In only a few short hours we are able to gather what we would have taken a week or more to gather when we were at home.  I know that both of us take joy in the flying, the freedom that we have to roam wherever we choose.  I, for one, give thanks each day to the Earth Mother that I came to join m children here and for the safety that they seem to have here.

I have met so many people  since I have been in Pandaria.  They all seem to be happy here and even though there are still areas of conflict, the people seem to take joy in just living.  So many young people and there are a lot of us older folks that are slowly filtering in as time goes on.   I know that I have made many friends in the Valley of Four Winds with the Pandaren.  They are a people that just take joy in living and enjoying every moment that they are given.   I am sure that they aren’t  too thrilled with the invasion of all of these folks from the other continents in Azeroth.  I just hope that we don’t destroy more than what we putting into place – the farms, the forests are plentiful with everything that we all need to survive.

True, there are the Orcs that have taken it upon themselves to destroy as they go, as is their custom and history, however, most of us here try to repair the damage before it is too widespread.  I would hate to see Pandaria  get damaged beyond repair.

One of the things that I have noticed is that there seem to be more of the employees of Morningstar Enterprises showing up in the Valley of Four Winds.  Rumor has it that the company is planning on opening up another warehouse in Pandaria so that we don’t have to ship our products to Silvermoon as often.  I know that Maha and Naton are very excited about this too because they hated to take the time away from things here and having to travel to Silvermoon to turn their items in and to get paid.   I wonder if little Zippie will be up here too?  I like that little goblin because she is always so nice to me when I bring my herbs in for weighing and processing.

We may not have to journey to Silvermoon on business very often, however, that isn’t going to stop me from visiting home as much as I can because after spending as many years in Thunderbluff  that will always be my true home.

I have taken it upon myself to visit with Dawnglory and his woman, Romy, so that I can play with their little girl.  She is a bright and very intelligent little thing despite her smallness and being a Blood Elf. Little thing probably has more Tauren baby toys than most of her race, however, I know that Naton and Maha are constantly making her little things.  I am working on a pair of little shoes for her now that will look lovely, a lot of beadwork and embroidery which I am sure that her parents will recognize the meanings of them.   This is the first Elf baby that I have been able to spend as much time with and I will admit that I am enjoying it – if I can’t have grandchildren of my own, this little girl will at least be something that I can cherish.  She may not be able to understand everything that is being said to her, however, she is bright enough to where she knows when people truly love her.  Dawnglory has changed quite a bit from the man that we knew before since he became a Father and I will admit that I think it has made him a much better person for it – one little child has changed a lot of lives just by being born.

 

 

Mooma Cloudhoof

 

A Time Of Reflection…


April 22nd

Dear Journal,

Have you ever awakened from a deep slumber filled with such sadness that you wanted to weep, not truly understanding the reasoning behind it?  This morning was such a morning for me and I sat in my bed pondering many thoughts as to why I might feel this terrible sadness.  No, it was not a premonition of things to come, these feelings were buried deep and came from the past.

Rather than sit there wallowing in my own self-pity, I decided to get up and prepare breakfast while the others still slept.   I had brought several bags of pine nuts with me when I came to Pandaria since I knew that they were a favorite of my children and myself.  As I set about pounding the nuts into a nice coarse grain for their favorite pine nut mash, the thought came into my mind as to why I was so sad.

I was once married to a wonderful Bull and he was indeed the love of my life.  He had a kindness that made me feel that he cared for everything in the world even though he was a very skilled hunter.  I know that some of the other hunters used to make fun of him because he would always stop and make an offering to the Earth Mother  for the life taken.  He would always tell the Earth Mother that he took this life so that his people would live and the blessings of the Earth Mother had led him to this particular prey.

Oh, we had a happy and full life, my Bull and I.  We were able to enjoy life and live those days blissfully happy.  Before the children started arriving, we would go out  together into the wilds, he to hunt and me to gather my herbs.  We truly felt blessed by the Earth Mother and embraced each day as it arrived with such vigor that we were probably more blissfully happy than we even realized.

Our first born, Naton, was born in the Spring of the year and we were very proud parents.  He looked very much like his Father and had his strength – we also knew that he had a very healthy set of lungs to go with his bulk too because he would wake us up as well as the surrounding tents in the village when he wanted to be fed.   As he grew older, his Father took him out to teach him how to hunt and he became quite good  at this profession, very much like his Father, and he followed the traditions that his Father put before him.

Our second child arrive and she was a sweet little thing, much quieter than her older brother and not nearly as demanding.  Her name was Mahamura, after her grandmother.  She was one of those children that was always a bit shy in joining in to play with the other children, however, as she grew, she became a bit more self-assured and actually became one of the leaders of the gang of children that played in the village as their parents were out working.  She definitely showed a proficiency with the bow as a young girl, so, she too soon started going out with her brother and her Father to hunt in the wilds.

Our third child was definitely a gift from the Earth Mother.   His name was Nahai, naturally, he looked very much like his Father, however, his personality was more like my own. He was quiet, polite and showed the signs early on in following in his Mother’s footsteps of being a druid.  I can remember taking him with me when I would go out to gather herbs, he learned very quickly and was always excited to be out with me in the forests and plains, gathering herbs, learning how to grind them up so that we could use them for whatever we needed, be it potions, be it for inks – he always was a willing and helpful child.  I hate to admit it, however, I will say that of our three children, he was probably my favorite because he was more like myself and less daring than his Father.

Our fourth child, Tahfal, was one of those pleasant surprises that happen to couples that are intent on having a large family.  He was the darling of our group of children.  A bit smaller than the others at birth and seemed to be slow growing, however, he was more inclined to read a book rather than to go out and play with the others.  Oh, he had his rough and tumble side and his older siblings made sure that he was active because he was never allowed to sit alone for very long.  He was the one child that I had that always wanted to go and talk with the elders, the priests as if he were following some path that his Father and I couldn’t ascertain.  Time would later reveal where his true talents like.

Why am I sad?  It looked like I had everything a Bessie could want, a home, children and a loving husband.  We should have known that the Fates would draw a card for us that would bring it all crashing down one day, however, our faith in the Earth Mother was stronger.

We had lived through the assaults on Thunder Bluff by the Grimtotem and lived through all of the tragedies that had stuck our people.  We went through the trials and tribulations when the Grimtotem were driven from our tribe to form the nomadic group that they are today.   We lived through the death of our chieftain although that was indeed a terrible time for us.

It was this time of year that my husband and I decided that it was time for us to go out into the wilds together again as we had done prior to  the arrival of our brood.  It had been such a long time since we were able to slip away together like this and we were looking forward to it like two small children awaiting Winter Veil.

We left our children in the care of our neighbors and set out on our journey which we knew would be for several days.   We felt young and carefree again, no children to remind us of our responsibilities to hearth and home.   I think that in our jubilant mood is what made us get careless and less aware of the things that could actually harm us.

My first notice that things were amiss was when I was gathering my herbs, I knew my husband was nearby, I heard a loud clash and yells coming from the  direction that he was in.   I quickly donned my stealth cat mode and made for the sound of the noise.  There on the ground lay my poor husband, trussed up like some kind of animal and there were several Grimtotem warriors standing around congratulating themselves on such a fine catch.

I honestly didn’t know what I could do other than to try to get my husband untied before I was discovered.  I succeeded in getting some of his bonds released enough to where he should have been able to manage the rest when I was discovered.  Oh, discovered I was, and I fought back with all of my strength, fangs barred, claws ripping at anything that came in my direction as I stood close to where my husband was trying to get unbound.

Let me just say that we were captured.  It was a situation where I should have gone for help as quickly as possible instead of trying to rescue my husband alone, I know that now, and the guilt that has followed me all of these years is not any easier to bear.  In hindsight, there are so many other things that I should have done and didn’t see it at the time.

The Grimtotem were looking for slaves and my husband and I were put in with that group of other Tauren.  It was indeed a sad time.  To see my poor husband beaten almost on a daily basis because his pride would flare and he would try to withstand the indignities that were placed on him by our captures.  I know that I was trying to just survive, trying to find a way for us to escape, endured the hardships and the indignities that were placed on us – trying to find a way to get back to our tribe and our children.

We knew and we hoped that our tribe would send out people to look for us when we failed to make our return at the appointed time, however, that seemed as though it was years ago.  I know they must have looked for us, our children needed us.

A full year went by and my poor husband and I were still captives.  I was beginning to give up hope and I was beginning to think that this was what the Earth Mother had intended for us to live.  My faith was and is still strong, however, my heart was yearning to get back to my children.  My husband was growing weaker with each season that passed and I could see the fire in eyes starting to dwindle – all the hard work and the tortures that were forced upon this one proud hunter was almost more than I could bear.  I knew that one day, he would give up all hope and would become as some of the others had become – quiet, only doing what was ordered and living each day as if it were a sentence of some kind.

One day, I don’t know what happened exactly, I heard loud cries from the center of the village and I ran to see what was going on.  My poor husband had finally snapped and was attacking anyone that came near him, Grimtotem, other slaves, anyone that came with arms reach met a crushing blow and possibly death.  I screamed and ran towards him to see if I could bring him under control although I knew that the Grimtotem would probably kill him as punishment for his rebellion.

Our eyes met and I could see the pain in his eyes even as he took another’s life, he screamed at me to run.  Although I wanted to stay, I did as I was told and I ran as hard and as fast as I could out of the camp, hearing the noise grow louder as I sped away.  I knew then, my husband had done this to sacrifice himself so that I might be able to escape and get back to our family.

I know that I ran for days and it seemed like I was starting to get back into familiar territory – places that I had visited with my husband and other members of our tribe.  I did make it back home, knowing full well that my husband probably lay dead in the village of the Grimtotem.  Between my grief for my husband and the joy of seeing the Bluffs, I was definitely home again.

After several days of recovering from my own injuries and exhaustion, I was told that my eldest son had gone out to find us after the tribe had given up all hope.  He never returned  and a search party went out to look for him as well, however, they were unsuccessful.

The Grimtotem were known for the atrocities that they would visit upon our people after their banishment from our tribes in Mulgore.  One of the things that they had taken upon themselves to do was to sell some of their captives to the Lich King’s minions to be turned into Death Knights.

So, I had lost my husband and I had lost my eldest child.  My grief was horrific and my other children, try as they might, could not get me to come out of my deepest depression.   I know that I had stopped believing in the Earth Mother for a while, I lost touch with my inner feelings, everything that I had known and loved had been taken from me even though I had done all of the things that I thought would please the Earth Mother, she had allowed my husband and my son to be taken from me.   I was bitter and I am afraid that I was not good to my living children, although, they will say that they understand now, I can remember the looks on their faces sometimes when I would argue with them over such trivial things.  It was if I was punishing them for being alive.

Time passed and eventually, a young Bull returned to our village and I thought at first that it was an apparition of my husband – he looked so very much like him.  The young Bull was making inquiries about various things, he was searching for his family, his memory of his family was there, however, he was a Death Knight – a thing to be feared and one to look upon with pity.

I know that my youngest son, Tahfal, was one to go to the Story Circle that was a tradition in the Bluffs and he is actually the one that found his older brother, Naton.  You see,  Naton was now known as Sadheart – the young Death Knight that was asking questions about homes and families.   Naturally Tahfal brought the Death Knight home with him…I was both revolted and relieved to see my son again – I was happy to have my child back and did the thing of ignoring what he had become.

I think I can see why I awakened so sad today.  This was the time of year that I lost both my husband and my child – my child has come home to me, even if he truly is not the child that I gave birth too many years ago.  I can be grateful to the Earth Mother for what I have now, however, I will always mourn the loss of what was.

Mooma Cloudhoof