I am sitting here quite amused and actually still kind of chuckling while I sit here at my workbench working on some of the jewelry I want to sell when I go back to Orgrimmar. One thing that Felaran has taught me that I don’t think I will ever for is to teach me how to have a real sense of humor about some of the craziest things.
Okay, I know that Felaran and Faendra have been on the outs for a while due to all of the stuff that Faendra has chosen to do to almost completely burn the bridges with her family, however, they are still sisters by blood even if Felaran is a Death Knight, they are still related whether Faendra wants to admit to it or not is her problem. I’ve watched these two dance around and take verbal shots at one another for the last few months whenever we meet and I just jokingly said that we ought to have Faendra over for dinner at the farm, you know, just to mend the fences a bit and to ease the tension in the family a little bit.
We all know and agree that Felaran is not real domestic when it comes to cooking and while we can eat the stuff, we’re dead and it won’t kill us, I’m not so sure that the living are quite ready for some of her dishes. I had planned on cooking the meal and making sure that the food was at least eatable because I’m a better cook than Fel is anyway, bless her frozen heart. No, no and no, Felaran was not going to hear anything of it, she was planning on cooking the meal herself and I think that that her intentions were honorable even if she willingly admits that she is no cook. I am glad that we’re not using Felaran’s cooking as any kind of diplomatic message that we’d like to send to Warchief, we might never be able to go into Orgrimmar again.
Anyway, I did make the suggestion that she make up her menu before the dinner was planned and at least do a run through with it to make sure that she was pleased with the end results. She still has to to coerce her sister into coming to dinner before we get too carried away though. If they can stop hissing at one another long enough to get in a civil conversation, we might have a dinner party in the near future.
I know that I have probably said this before when I was writing but I will say it again. I am extremely happy that I met Felaran and she has taught me how to enjoy this unlife with the living. If it weren’t for her, I would probably be my old silent self and mopping about the changes in my life. I’ve never been angry about it, just a bit peeved that my life had been cut short and I think I might have been enjoying myself as a Ranger too. There are times that I yearn to hold a bow in my hands and feel that magic when you release the arrow for a true shot. Oh well, those days are long past and I know that I will never pass that way again but it is one of the few memories that I have of the past that truly pleases me to some level.
Since the magistrates in Silvermoon have refused to allow us to be married in the true sense, Fel and I have done the next best thing. We went to one of the temples here in Pandaria, explained our plight to the monk that we met inside and he performed a ritual of some kind that we’re not quite sure what it was but at the end he did say that he pronounced us man and wife. So, Silvermoon may not recognize it but we do and that’s all that matters and maybe one day the bureaucrats will get their heads out of their rectal orifices to realize that we may be unliving, however, we are still people that should count in their little society. So, Felaran is really Felaran Ravencrest, however, she is going to keep using her maiden name, which is really fine with me. It doesn’t matter to me which name she uses as long as she continues to be happy with me.
We were going to take some time away from the farm and decided at the last minute that we can put that off for a while because we both have a lot of contracts that are due in and we would much rather have the money at this point so that we can finish up with a few things on the farm at Halfhill.