Living With A Tailor Is Hazardous…


August 18th

Dear Journal,

It has been a while since I’ve last written, however, I have been busy trying to make a living and keep my sister in the style in that she has grown accustomed. Don’t get me wrong, I dearly love my sister and would do anything for her, however, her tailoring is really making my life a bit difficult at the moment and I have let her know that there are going to be some changes in how she takes care of her things or we might have to make other arrangements.

I understand that there is a creative bent to her nature and I am willing to go along with that.  I know that when we were alive and living on the farm, she was always better at her stitchery than I was and always better at doing a few other things that required a bit of finesse.  I know that it was really difficult for me to sit down and try to do any kind of stitchery because I always wanted to be outside doing things that were more physical, if you know what I mean.   Mother was always praising Brianca for her embroidery and was always literally taking the thread out of mine and making me redo large portions of it.  I was just never good at plying the needle and I don’t think that I have improved with age either.   That was before all things changed and our life circumstances were altered drastically…and oh yeah, we stopped living and became Forsaken.

Oh, we’ve adjusted to things rather nicely and I think that we are making a good living with what we both do combined.  She has her tailoring and enchanting that she does so well and I have my hunting skills to keep meat on the table as well as working my fingers to the bone doing my leatherworking.  It all works out in the end and I think that we are satisfied with what our money has been able to buy for us both.

Yes, we’re living in Pandaria for the time being and we have our little farm that seems to be flourishing and bringing in the profits that we wanted to help us make a living.  We still have the little house in Orgrimmar that I truly wish the landlord would sell to us outright so that we don’t have to keep paying him rent for it to sit empty most of the time.  Oh, we still go back there to visit with some of our friends and sometimes Bri goes back there to make her clients happy and they can get their fittings down for whatever it is that she is making for them.   We still go back to Undercity too because there are just things that we can get there that we can’t get anywhere else, only place that we can spare parts for damaged ones without the authorities all getting up in arms.

What I was so upset with Bri about was the fact that her stuff is all over the house, not confined to one area that we had agreed upon when she moved in.  Okay, the real crux of the matter is that is kind of embarrassing when you keep feeling uncomfortable in your armor and you take it off to find out what it is that is stabbing you repeatedly in the backside and discover that your butt has been turned into a pincushion.  Not fun at all!   I must have been sitting on the couch and doing something and got these pins stuck in my bum and I didn’t notice it until I put my armor back on and it, pardon the pun, pushed it home.  When you’re Forsaken, you really don’t have a lot of meat on your bones to start with, I was never blessed with a large posterior to begin with and what is left is comfortable for me even if it isn’t something that people want to stare at anyway.

The next thing that really sent me over the edge was the fact that I came in from hard day of work out in the fields, Bri was inside sewing, and I thought that I would grab a bite to eat.  Well, I thought that it was a thing that I needed to do in order to feel more normal.  I saw that Bri had a large pot of soup on the stove and I helped myself.   Well, it was the nastiest soup I have ever eaten and if those were noodles and bits of meat in there, they were equally over-cooked or something.  Really stringy stuff and the texture was borderline revolting and I’m not that picky.

So, I thought that I would let Bri know that there was something amiss with her soup.  Well, that’s when I found out that it was dye for her material and the stuff that I thought was noodles was netting of some kind and I didn’t want to know what it was that I thought it was meat.  Nope, didn’t press the issue with her at all other than to race out to the outhouse and hurl what was left in my stomach out.    Let’s just say that I was the one that was upset by it all.  It’s bad enough that our teeth aren’t real white like the Sindorei or even the Tauren, ours are off-color and sometimes they aren’t as plentiful as they could have been – they just kind of drop out sometimes.  Anyway, I told her she can’t leave her dye stuff in the kitchen anymore.

I guess I just need to make some more adjustments to my way of life and learn to ask her what is in the kitchen before I help myself to more of that stuff.

Hazey Smythe

Be The Man That I Should Be…Stormwind Here I Come


July 8th

Dear Journal,

I don’t know why it is that I am the way that I am or it could be that maybe Elune had a plan for me in the future that I haven’t discovered yet.  I know that I get a lot of the family disapproval due to the fact that I just can’t seem to stay out of trouble.  My Grandmother is the only that seems to understand and she says that it is in my nature to be way that I am.  My Mother blames it on my being raised like a little heathen in Shattrath for a while before the whole family moved to Dalaran and we discovered that my half brother, Vashlan, is a mage.

I don’t know if it is a shock or a shame that that happened to the poor fellow because it definitely does make him decidedly different from biological brother and I.  Well, we won’t even bring up the fact that Vashlan is a half-breed either. From what people have told me is that this particular thing is a throwback to the days of the High Elves, which were driven out by our people.  Now my Mother has three sons that she can be proud of, Kaldor, the magnificent ex-Sentinel Scout, Vashlan, the almost great mage , Karing, the hunter that seems to do things naturally and there is me.  I don’t think that she is very happy with me at the moment and there isn’t much I can do to appease her anger at this point.

I’m exactly a career criminal, however, there are things that I have done that I got caught at, however, there are so many more that I didn’t get caught doing.  I know that my family has had to bail me out of jail a few times in my young life, however, I try not to get caught most of the time.

I think that it is the allure of something just laying there unattended, all shiny , and showing its value all too well that I can’t resist or something.  Most of the time it is fact that someone has told me not to take stuff and I can’t seem to help myself sometimes.  It’s like telling me “no” about something and I just have to go out of my way to do it.   Yes, I am plying my trade as a pickpocket and I must admit that it is the easiest money that I have ever gotten.  People prance around with these fat pouches like they don’t have a care in the world, and I just lighten their burdens for them, it’s actually rather easy.

Mom is planning on taking me to Stormwind for a while and I am looking forward to it quite a bit because it is such a target rich environment.  She wants me to work in the warehouse and learn the trade and learn how to be a merchant of sorts.  Well, I’ll go along with it to some degree to keep her happy and when I have my free time, I’ll do what I want to do and enjoy the most. My Step-Father says it’s the adrenalin rush that I am addicted too – he should know, being a Sindorei and having been addicted to his own kind of magic over the years.

He’s a nice enough sort, however, he will never really replace my Father.  There was a decent man, hunter by trade and one fellow that never really got into being associated with the Sentinels as a Scout.  He met my Mom when she was living in Shattrath alone with Vashlan and Kal while the Sindorei was off doing his thing out in the rest of the world.  Yeah, I know, my Mom was nothing more than his whore even if they did dress it up as her being a mistress of a wealthy man.  It was kind of embarrassing for me. It’s a shame that my real Father was killed in a hunting accident, however, I have learned to accept and respect my Stepfather- he is kind and generous with his money even if he isn’t as generous with his time as a Father.  I know that my Mother loves him dearly and that he is going to be the Father figure of the household forever unless something unforeseen happens.  You may never know about the future because accidents do happen, even to a man as power as he is.

I’ve been living with my Grandparents a lot in Dolonaar while my Mother has gone off and done her thing.  Now that she is running a business in Stormwind, she wants me to come there too.  If the truth were to be known, my Grandparents probably need a break from me because I know that my mischief hasn’t been easy for them to handle.  I know they have sent me to school, sent me to temple and lastly they are going to send me off with my Mother because they act like I am broken or something and need to be fixed to fit in with the rest of them.

I am what I am, I’m a rogue, a thief, a creature of the shadows and there isn’t anything that anyone can do to change that.  It’s like asking Vashlan not to be a mage – it’s in his makeup, just as being a rogue is in my nature, I can’t change, I don’t want to change – I like the rush and the challenges that I make for myself.  Maybe while I am in Stormwind, I can make the proper connections there and become the man that I should be.

Volardan Shadowmoon.

Fun Times At the Faire


June 13th

Yo Book!!

I never knew that the Faire could be as much fun as it was this last time because Romy and I took Mirren with us.  It was her first Faire and she was about to twist her little head off trying to take in all of the sights and sounds.  I’ll admit that by taking her with us, it gave both of us a fresh look at the place through her eyes.   You know how it is, you take things for granted over the years, however, when you’re seeing it for the first time it’s all new and exciting.

I have to laugh because Mirren has turned into quite the chatterbox and is constantly chattering away about things.  I may not be able to understand exactly what she is trying to communicate but her facial expressions let me know the seriousness of the matter that has grasped her little mind for the moment.  I love to hear her laughter and enjoy her constant finger pointing and shouts of  “Sheeeee” with that crooked finger pointing in the general direction of what she wants us to look at.

When she wasn’t riding in the sling that Romy uses to carry her, she was in my arms and I swear she was squirming as hard as she could to be put down, however, she wasn’t successful with that until we went down on the beach for a few minutes.  Naturally, her attention was caught by the crabs down there and luckily she only got her hair pulled by one when she tried to grab it. She was fascinated with the sand because of how white it is and how it glistens in the sunlight that peeks through now again, however, her real big fascination was with the water.  She’s definitely my child with her love of the water and I was staying on my toes and trying to keep her from getting too deep.  Of course, I don’t think that Romy was too happy with having a soggy baby handed back to her afterwards.    Naturally, I did carry her out a little ways and held her on her stomach while she splashed around, I think she has some natural swimming ability, however, I wasn’t about to test that out with crowds of people around.

I’ll admit that I acted the fool a few times at the Faire, just to make Mirren laugh.  I know that I felt fucking awful when I took the canon ride and flew past Romy and Mirren’s upturned faces and heard Mirren’s screams over the noise of the air whooshing by my ears as I few through the air.  I know that I trotted back up to where I had left them and held the sobbing little girl in my arms, even if I was soaking wet, to let her know that her Daddy was okay and wasn’t going away.   I hope it didn’t traumatize her too much because I would like to take her on the ride when she gets older.

There is nothing more heartwarming to me with Mirren as when she is getting tired and she lays that little golden haired head against my shoulder, thumb in her mouth, fingers grasping her nose as she tries to snuggle closer to my chest in my arms.  I always feel this wash of feeling pass through my body as I hold her in my arms and I always give thanks to the Light and whatever other entities out there that Romy and I have created such a beautiful little creature.  Yep, I’m a proud Poppa and I don’t give a fuck what anyone might think about the changes in my life, I’m happy and I hope that Romy is too – there isn’t a  doubt in my mind that Mirren is happy, you can see it in her face every time she looks at the two of us.

I guess I can fucking honestly say that I had the best time at the Faire than I have had in a very long time.  It’s always a shock to me how I can look at things differently when Mirren is around.  It’s like seeing things for the very first time all over again.  Romy and I took her down to the Zoo area and it was fun watching her little eyes pop as she looked at all of the different animals, the only time that she seemed alarmed was when she saw the big cats caged up in their paddock and her little lip starting trembling and her eyes filled with tears – guess she likes her “kitties” as she calls them.  We stepped away from that part real fast because there is nothing fun about a heartbroken crying little girl.  I guess Romy and I can really realize how much our pets have affected our little girl – she loves them.

Yes, the Faire is neutral territory and there aren’t supposed to be any disputes there between the factions, however, there were a couple of humans that were about to find out how fucking nasty a Blood Elf can be when they started following us around smacking their lips  and making rude gestures towards Romy.  I know that Romy is a very attractive woman and her figure has filled out a bit more since she gave birth to Mirren and these fellows were definitely getting their eyes full at every opportunity.  I don’t think that Romy noticed the leering but I did.  I know that when Romy was nursing the baby, I made damned sure that these fellows kept their distance and blocked their view as best I could. That was the only dark shadow on our day though, which was a wonderful thing, it didn’t spoil our good time.

I know that it was good when we got home because poor little Mirren was glassy eyed with exhaustion but she kept fighting sleep until her Mother put her in her sleep clothes and laid her in her bed and it was like she just suddenly dropped off into a deep sleep.  One exhausted baby.

Romy and I stumbled around and fed the animals before we headed to bed ourselves.  I’ll admit that I was feeling a bit amorous and happy from or day’s adventures.  So, we did what came naturally only I think that we weren’t quite as rowdy as we normally are with it.  Fell sound asleep in each other’s arms and I can speak for myself, I was one happy man and very contented with my family.

I’ll admit that I am still tired this morning even as I write this and might go back to bed for a while.  I’ve already had some coffee and it just hasn’t kicked in enough to make me want to keep my eyes open.   I know that my two girls are still sound asleep and if Mirren does happen to wake up, I’ll change her diapers and put her in bed with Romy and I, she will usually fall back asleep pretty quickly too.

I’m just happy that we all had such a great time at the Faire, we needed that.

Fnar Dawnglory

Owner of Plantation

Halfhill, Pandaria

 

Meanwhile…Back In Stormwind


June 9th

Dear Journal,

While it can be said that I enjoy working for Shadowmoon Enterprises, I’m not so sure that I enjoy having to deal with this little frog person from Morningstar Enterprises when I am in Shattrath.  Her voice, oh by the Light, her voice makes my teeth hurt and the language – it’s so crude sounding when she speaks Common, which she has a limited vocabulary at best.  At least we’re not together all of the time, we just happen to run into one another in Shattrath from time to time. Zippie, what a ridiculous name that is and the surname isn’t too far from wrong with it being Prattfall – she does seem to do that frequently, in my opinion.

I suppose if I could be considered a traitor in some circles by working for an employer that is married to a Sindorei and they are running businesses and selling goods to both factions.  Amyn tells me that is making money for both sides and that I should realize that she would never do anything that would be harmful for the Alliance.  I do know that we don’t send out weapons to the Horde, however, we send out all manner of goods to them.  Of course, now that this Zippie person has access to our warehouse goods in Shattrath, it will mean that I will have to inventory a lot more when I am down there to make sure that we have what  we need to service our customers and that we are being compensated correctly when she takes goods.  I don’t think that combining the two companies outwardly like it has been done is a wise decision either – what if some person happens to talk to the right people in Stormwind, we could all end up in jail.  At least I only have to endure the place once a month down there and collect what monies are owed on contracts if Amyn hasn’t already done so.  She works hard for a boss and I will have to tip my hat to her for that because she seems to balance her marriage, her family and the political situation quite well.   I have seen her husband in Shattrath and I will have to admit that he is quite handsome for a Blood Elf.  I can actually see some resemblance in the boys now that I have laid eyes on their Sire.  Most assuredly, the boys look more decidedly Kaldorei, however, the way they both smile  and that self-assuredness that seems to be a trait of the Sindorei is definitely in evidence.

I will have to admit that I enjoyed the short trip that I made to Pandaria, however, I’m not sure that I like all of the bears there.  Oh, they are friendly and likeable enough, however, I don’t think that I have ever been overly fond of furries.  The countryside is beautiful and dangerous in some areas or so I’m told.  I know that I was up there primarily to give my opinion on opening another warehouse up there and I don’t think that it is such a good idea because who knows which way the Horde will go from one day to the next  – the other company’s people might decide to revolt and take everything over and then, where would our employees be?  Not a good plan in my considered opinion.

I had Vashlan keep an eye on things while I was away and his Mother was visiting with his Father.  Not real sure that was such a good idea.  He hired some people while I was away and I can’t help but feel that he wasn’t using his brain when he hired them – they were all women.   At least I know what drives the young man and I think that I will ask someone else the next time I have to be absent and Amyn isn’t going to be in town.   We’ll have to see how all of this works out, won’t we?

I guess that Kaldor is making arrangements to have all of his stock for his contracts shipped into Stormwind instead of making the trip down like he was.  I wonder what is up with that, I really like that young fellow.  I suppose his late night carousing here in Stormwind with his friends has caused him some complications with his woman, she’s a Sentinel or was a Sentinel and those women don’t put up with much nonsense from their men, which is as it should be.

Oh, I did have a nice surprise when I got back to town.  I had a letter from Lagn and he is staying in Darnassus for the time being.  He also had some flowers delivered that were quite lovely.  The letter was friendly enough and was mostly about his time with the Kaldorei and then he asked me out to dinner.  I suppose it wouldn’t hurt anything if I did go out to dinner with him even if he is an employee.  I’ll have to give that some thought though, might not  be the proper thing to do.

Oh well, I suppose I ought to stop writing and get back to work.  I just dread trying to balance the books for our share in Shattrath and then have to turn around and balance the books for here in Stormwind.  There are times that I feel almost trapped at my desk and the weather has turned quite lovely and I would like to be outside enjoying it – this past winter of being stuck here most of the time has made me almost loathe it.

Magdamia

 

 

 

Slow Down…Enjoy Unlife


June 8th

Dear Journal,

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

I Don’t Need This Right Now…


*Some swearing and blunt language – if this sort of thing offends you, please don’t read this.*

 

June 5th

Dear Journal,

I am so angry with Tylanlor right now that I could just spit.  Well, that made me feel better after I did spit, however, it’s just something else for me to clean up now.

Why in the hell would he think that he was protecting me by not telling me that my sister is here in Pandaria?  If I could get my hands on her neck right now, she’s probably be a corpse because I am pretty angry with her too.   My stupid brother thought that things were settling down and that she was going to be just “fine” in Silvermoon.  I could have and did tell him that he was wrong and I am sure that his wife told him the same thing.

Faendra is not like the rest of us, I don’t care what anyone says.   She has turned into someone that I don’t think that I even want to know but I have too because she’s my sister.  Her obsession with Dawnglory has gone beyond all boundaries of sanity – she truly needs to get her head looked at or her mental deck reshuffled because what she is doing is wrong, totally wrong.  When I do finally catch up with her I do fully intend on putting my plate boot up her skinny arse as well as my fist in her face.  I’ve never struck her before, however, I think that it is long overdue because she has caused this family enough grief with her idiocy.

Dawnglory is happy with Romy and his baby girl.  He doesn’t want some selfish little bitch from Silvermoon to show up and try to ruin things for him.   He has already told Faendra in the past that he thinks of her as a sister, nothing more.   There might have been some flirtation on his part at one point, however, Fae isn’t bright enough to know what being flirted with is all about.  I know she made our last Christmas Veil miserable,  the last time that the whole family was together,  because she expected Dawnglory to ask her to marry him or something or give her  a ring – well, he had no intentions of dong that, I knew that and so did Fnor.  This all took place before she ran away from Orgrimmar – silly stupid girl.

I’m really happy that I am a Death Knight and I don’t have to deal with all of the social bullshit in Silvermoon.   I can do whatever I want and if they don’t like it, they can kiss my cold dead behind, at least Ty likes it.  Anyway, she has killed any of her chances of doing anything for herself in Silvermoon now after running off this time – she’s used goods as far as everyone is concerned or at least too insane for any family of any importance to want to have to deal with her.  I hope she’s fucking happy with that bit of news when it finally registers in her little pea brain.

Well, I hope she’s happy because she’s already causing trouble for people that know her and I haven’t laid eyes on her yet.  I shouldn’t have thrown that bowl of noodles at Ty because he and FuzzButt took off for parts unknown and I should go find him.  He was only doing what he thought was right – he’s still learning things about how to deal with people issues.  I think I saw tears in his blue eyes before he ducked out the door – I know I hurt his feelings badly by screaming at him like some kind of banshee. I need to go find him and apologize and explain to him why I got so upset and let him know that I don’t need that kind of protection – it’s a family thing and I am adult enough to deal with it.

I bet I know where he went because he always goes there when he’s upset.  He’s at the Jade Temple talking to the bears or fishing or watching the training.  I’ll find him and make it right between the two of us – our first argument of any merit and it has to be over my dumbass sister.

I did fire off a letter to Fnor to let him know that we know where Faendra is and that we’re going to go ahead and warn Dawnglory if he doesn’t already know about it.  News travels fast amongst the Blood Elf community up here and I am sure that someone has already been pounding on his door to let him know that some lunatic is looking for him.

 

Felaran Morningstar 

My Life and Times – Agatha’s Journal Part V


May 28th

Dear Journal,

I honestly don’t understand how the poor man can keep coping with things when I know that his heart is breaking with his sister’s latest escapade.  At least we think we know where she is now, which is in Pandaria, the one place that she doesn’t really need to be, however, we all know that she will just be causing problems.

I’ve watched all of the changes in the household since Miss Faendra left, not only this house but the one that her brother gave her to live on her own.  Apparently it wasn’t to her liking and she made this quite clear not only to me but to any of my maids and housekeeper-in-training that were put there to assist her. Fae is and can be a very cruel and self-centered young girl and she has finally done the worst thing that she could have done to her brother.

I knew about the fact that Fnor was trying to make arrangements for a marriage for his sister.  I know what his thinking was on the matter and he was in hopes that she would settle down and do the right thing.  I know that he had been negotiating with several families of lesser nobility than her last pending nuptials, however, with her disappearance that time, it definitely put the word out that she may not be quite the package for a family to take on.  What if she had married someone and took off to chase down poor Dawnglory?  Ah well, that will only be for speculation because her brother has finally washed his hands of that type of thing for her.

Zippie has been gone the better part of the month and poor Fnor is once again realizing that he just doesn’t like to attend to all of the paperwork any more now than he did when we were in Dalaran.  Poor fellow does a good job with things, managing his contracts, the employees and the warehouses in Shattrath as well as Silvermoon, however, he never has been one that liked to be indoors and tied down to a desk.  He is always in his glory when he is out in the field or, sad to say, being with the Rangers – it really is the love of his life as well as something that has kept him young all of these years.  Now he is planning on opening up a new warehouse in Pandaria to handle the goods for the employees that are in that area – some of them can’t come back to Silvermoon for whatever reasons, usually something involving the authorities.

I know that when Zippie does return, he is planning on spending some time with his wife and son in Pandaria, possibly slipping into Stormwind to see his youngest son, Vashlan.  I’ve never seen a man so devoted to his children and that is something that he and I need to discuss.

I know that I have been hiding things from him for a very long time, however, it is now time that I can no longer do that without him finding out.   When we had our affair in Dalaran, I did take some time off from my duties to go home for a few months, leaving a temporary maid in charge that could contact me if she ran into something that she couldn’t handle on her own.  I wonder what happened to her, she was very likeable and capable, however, after I returned to Dalaran, she left to take another position in Silvermoon near her family.

What I am about to write down is something that if it were to fall into the wrong hands could cause a lot of trouble for Fnor and for myself, however, it is something that I feel I need to put in this journal.

When I went home to my family near Fairbreeze Village, I went home to give birth to a child.  Yes, my child and Fnor’s.  I never told him that I was pregnant because I didn’t want him to feel that he was trapped in our relationship and we weren’t planning a future together as a couple, we were lovers. Not only did I work for the man, I was his friend and his confidant in a lot of his business and in his personal life.

None of my siblings realized that I was with child, however, my Mother knew the first time that she laid eyes on me.  Of course, she had plenty of experience with pregnancy since she had given birth to my siblings and myself.   She made all of the arrangements for me to go to a little cottage on the shore when I started to show, telling the rest of my family that I was exhausted and needed some time to rest and relax from all of my endeavors in Dalaran.  She was the one that made arrangements for a midwife to be close at hand for when the time was right.  Yes, I paid for all of this out of my own funds.

Before my Mother joined me at the cottage, she let my Father and my other siblings think that she was the one pregnant.  Of course, Dad was thrilled at the thought of adding another baby to the brood that they were already raising, however, he was probably more surprised than the rest of the family and very proud of his prowess in the bedroom.  Poor fellow never stopped to realize that Mom was a bit long in the tooth to be having a baby.

The time came, the child was born without much trouble at all, which came as a huge surprise to me.  She was the most beautiful baby that I had ever seen and the weeks that followed were filled with joy for me.  I named her Adamia because it was an old family name and because I thought it was a good choice for my poor bastard child.  Mother and I had agreed that she would pass the child off as her own and it broke my heart in so many ways when I had to take on the role of the older sister, not even letting my daughter know the truth.

Naturally, the years have passed and Adamia has taken after her parents.  She is very strong willed and adventurous, just as I am sure Fnor and I both were growing up.  What is definitely surprising is how much she looks like her Father, the long black hair is as heavy as his and she has his smile  – her eyes twinkle just the way his do when he’s enjoying himself.   She has never suspected that she wasn’t my Mother’s daughter.  I have paid for her rearing, her schooling as well as lavished gifts on her at every opportunity.  Well, now the crux of the matter is that she is now coming of age, she wants to strike out on her own and she wants to come stay with her big sister in Silvermoon.

Now, you can see my dilemma.  I am sure that her Father will recognize the family traits as well as recognize the fact that I won’t be able to hide her identity forever – my parents are getting old and my siblings are starting to suspect that Adamia is definitely more than just a favorite of mine.  I am going to have to give this some more thought, do I tell Fnor the truth or try to live with the lie a bit longer?

Agatha Fairsong