I know that I really shouldn’t be having as much fun as I am, however, that just doesn’t seem to be the case. I think that I have finally found the place where I can be happy, enjoy this unlife of mine to the fullest and still just keep going. I have never been one of those Death Knights filled with angst and anger at what was done to me, however, I have had to bear the brunt of the shame and the disgust of some of my kin. Oh well, it’s there loss and my gain because I will live this unlife the way that I see fit.
I still show respect for my elders and still worship the Earth Mother as I was taught as a young bull, however, I think that I am more appreciative of the things that happen than some of the living are. Oh yes, I can go anywhere in Azeroth that my heart desires and do what I want to do which is mostly work and enjoy the fruits of my labors.
Once again, the whole family went to the Faire and had a marvelous time. I still laugh at Nahai and Tahfal with their wild antics at the Faire. It’s not even a contest which of us happens to be the best at the canon ride – me. I love it, I’ll go as many times as I can and I always just get such a rush from flying through the air and hitting the target every single time. Oh, I may not get the bull’s-eye, however, I do make it more often than m brothers. I’m also the best dancer too – even if I do have to say so myself. I love to dance and be happy – just taking the joy in the music and seeing other people happy too.
I think I just enjoy the atmosphere of the Faire and that’s why I like to go when we have the chance. I always know that I will spend at least a full day in Thunder Bluff doing things for some of the tribe members there. Mostly repairs to the old copper pots and talking with some of the elders there. It isn’t that I mind it at all because it makes me feel like I am home and I belong there with my people even if some of them are afraid that I might go off the deep end one day and turn back into a killing machine again.
Mom and Nahai are almost finished with their house on their farm now and I expect that they are getting anxious to move in. I know that Maha will miss having them around because they love to chatter away about all of the things that they are seeing in Pandaria and some of the things that they are doing. Naturally, Nahai thinks that the flying is the best in Pandaria and the wind drafts carry him much further there than they do in Kalimdor. I don’t know, he might be right, except that I think that he is just enjoying life as much as he can right now. Mom loves the farm and she is enjoying getting things set up with her own little house. She and Maha spend hours trying to decide what piece of furniture would fit better in one place and they do like to carry on about the food.
I know that this is going to sound funny coming from the likes of myself, however, I don’t think that it really matters since no one else will ever read my journal, I’m kind of a boring fellow. I am just enjoying what life has been giving me since we all made the change to Pandaria. There doesn’t seem to be the bias here that I used to sometimes feel when I was in the Bluff. I can stroll into the market here, people know my name, I can talk to whomever I choose and just feel happy about my life as it is.
I honestly think that Mom acts like she is ten years or even twenty years younger since she came here to Halfhill to live. She’s always singing and acting like she is happy when she is around the house. She and Maha have gotten along a lot better up here too since Maha finally told Mom that she hasn’t found a bull to her liking yet, however, when she does, she will be sure to let her know right away. Mom wants grandchildren, plain and simple. At least she hasn’t been after me to find a mate because she knows that it wouldn’t do any good if I did anyway because there just won’t be any children coming from me since my change. Ah well, at least I can enjoy the little ones that the other people have here in Halfhill with them. Someday I may find a mate, not just for procreation but someone that I can care about and they will care about me as the man that I am, not the Death Knight. I can’t see anything wrong with a fellow wanting a family, even if they aren’t his – it would make me very happy if I could find someone that can accept me for what I am and see the person that lives in this dead body as they really are.
I have had a chance to get out and do some exploring on my own here lately and I will have to admit that I find a great deal of comfort at the Tian Monastery. It’s beautiful and not too far off the beaten path and close enough to home that I can go there and get back in a short amount of time. I like talking to the monks and I like watching the training going on there.
I finally put together a good set of armor that I am selling through the auction house – naturally, there will be fittings to be done which will cost a bit extra, however, I am going to try to make enough money with my work that we don’t have to worry about finances again. I’ve also sent back several pieces to Zippie so that she can see if there is a good market for them in Silvermoon and Shattrath – I also get a bonus if they sell well too. I will have to admit that my happiest times are when I am standing at the forge and working on things that I know people will like and enjoy for years to come. I don’t care if it is pot or if it is armor, I just enjoy the whole thing of creating something.
Well, crap, wouldn’t you know that I would get the laundry detail with Mom today too. I thought Nahai was going to go with her to do it, however, he has some flirtation going on with one of the local Tauren ladies that he had planned to go on a picnic with. Oh well, I don’t mind, at least I know that Mom will be safe with me and won’t be left standing there by the stream wondering where I went – Nahai can get distracted by the craziest things – oh, oh, a shiny or oh, oh a really big herb. I do understand that he is still young, however, I do sometimes wonder if all that flying hasn’t shifted his brain a little off-kilter somewhat.
Naton “Sadheart” Cloudhoof