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 

New changes – cooking with pots and pans…


April 28th

Dear Journal,

Well, this farming thing isn’t too terribly bad and I am truly happy that Ty and I were able to buy the farm.   The house isn’t great, however, it’s better than living in a tent, sometimes.  Sure, we finally got the roof replaced and things aren’t quite so wet inside the house.

I actually have pots and pans now.  Ty came home with a big bag of stuff the other day and in there were pots and pans with other cooking utensils.  Now, that means I don’t have to make do with my armor anymore.   He told me that it was high time that I learned how to cook properly with the right tools to begin with. Poor man has no idea that my cooking is legendary – legendary as in real bad.

Now, we won’t have to wait while I make my helm cuisine – the carrots floating around inside my helm with added bits of potatoes and this and that.  It always tasted good, however, it did take days for me to get the smell out of my helm.   I am real hesitant on giving up on the  shield grill though – that thing really does make some of the best grilled food – fish, meat and yes, occasionally some grilled steaks.  Oh, the shield wasn’t mine, it belonged to an Alliance Paladin that doesn’t need it anymore.  However, the ornate work on the shield was always a bit hard to clean up after cooking on it though.  So, now I have pots and pans – we don’t eat that often but we do enjoy a good meal.

I think my dear brother has no clue about how to deal with our baby sister.  Here he has her living in her own little house in Silvermoon, has given her servants and all of the things that she needs to keep up the front, so to speak, and then, he still won’t give her access to the accounts that she wants in order to “live up to the standards” that she has come to expect.   She wrote me a rather lengthy and scathing letter concerning out brother.

I got a letter from Fnor telling me that he was making inquiries and arrangements to get Fae married off.  I think that is just asking for more trouble and fully intend on writing him back and telling him that.   He knows how she reacted the last time and if she hears of Dawnglory’s upcoming nuptials, I’m sure that she will go off the deep end for sure.  I’m glad that Ty and I are in Pandaria and removed from all of the family stuff.

Ty laughs at me constantly because I know that I do run about how the family is just going to Hell on the fast track with all of the trouble that they cause for each other.  What the hell!!  I’m a member of the family and I’m dead, I know better than to do some of the silly shit they are pulling.   Why would I want to get involved in that shit?

Well, at least Ty and I are doing what we want to do with the farm and just enjoying our time that we get to spend there, which isn’t  as much as I would like to do.   We still have to go down to the Jade Forest and break in the new recruits that seem to still be arriving – why they are being sent here is a mystery to me after all of the trash that has gone down with Garrosh – what a pinheaded fool he has turned out to be.

We were able to slip away and do some things that we wanted to do today.  We actually took some time to sit around the Jade Temple grounds and fish – did some laundry and watched FuzzButt chase some butterflies.  I swear that kitten has grown by leaps and bounds – must be almost completely grown and spoiled rotten.  I swear that if we were able to have children, Ty would still lavish most of his affections on that silly feline.

I know that my brother was being all nosy in his letter and was asking me what my intentions were with Ty – well, let’s just say that I won’t go into any details in that matter because what goes on between us is consensual.  Are we going to get married like the living do?  Probably not, we don’t need too, we aren’t going to have children and we sure as hell don’t need a piece of paper that says we’re together – we’re pretty damned obvious with that.

Felaran Morningstar

Not Real Thrilled…


*Some coarse and blunt language within  – if you get easily offended by that sort of thing, don’t read it.*

 

February 12th

 

Dear Journal,

Well, it has been damned long time since I’ve written in my journal, however, I thought it was time to break it out again and write down some of this nonsense, just in case I get hit in the head or something.

Just to back up a bit, Faendra, my dim-witted sister, ran away from Orgrimmar before the rebellion kicked off to its bullshit.  Okay, she ran way because she didn’t want to get married to that silly mage that Fnor had picked out for her, can’t say that I blame her either because sometimes male mages can be more effeminate than us girls.  The real reason she took off was because that she was still carrying the torch for Dawnglory, plain and simple.  We all spent fucking months looking for her when we had the chance, however, I will admit that Ty and I didn’t exactly bust our humps trying to find the little bitch.

I got a letter this morning here in Vale from my brother telling me that he had found her at the Faire.  Well, of all the places that she might go and want to be hidden away – told you she wasn’t all that fucking bright.  Anyway, he’s all thrilled at having found her and has moved her back into the house in Silvermoon City. Of course, that means she’s back in the business again too, which is fine with me as long as she does an honest day’s work. Oh, the sad thing is that Fnor thinks she’s changed, that she won’t be the selfish, self-centered spoiled brat that she once was.  Okay, if that’s what you want to believe Big Brother, that’s fine.  However, I think that the poor fellow is going to be in for a real rude awakening.

If she’s changed, there has to be a magical switch somewhere that got flipped.  Oh, you know the fucking one I’m talking about – the one that flips and “Poof! You’re not a fucking Death Knight, you’re a real live woman again that can shoot rainbows out her ass and have farts that smell like roses!”

Oh, Fnor, I wish to hell I was close enough to you geographically because I would fucking shake you like a tambourine until you realized that Fae isn’t going to change, she’s just learned how to hide things better.  I know that girl, she’s my sister and for her to change would be like Dalaran falling from the sky in Northrend.  Nope, she’s not changed.

Oh, don’t get me wrong, I love my sister almost as much as I love Ty and Fuzzbutt, however, after the stunts she’s pulled in the past, I can’t say that I like her much as a person.  Part of the reason she is like she is was because my dear brother just spoiled her rotten by giving her everything that she ever wanted in her life.  Why?  She got the best education that money could buy and she never lacked for the material things and they always had to be the best.  No, I’m not jealous, far from it, I’m sad for her because she has never learned the true value of anything.

Of course, he also mentions that he is leaving for a few weeks to spend some time with Amyn in Nagrand and to expedite the business in Shattrath which will be our main base of operations, I guess.  He says that he will be keeping the business open in Silvermoon, however, it will be a secondary front to the one Shattrath.  Well, honestly man, why in the hell would you leave Fae in Silvermoon while you go off and take care of business, both personal and professional?  He really must be living in a fool’s paradise to have left her on her own in Silvermoon.  Does he think that she is just going to go back to her life like it was there after all of the shit she has done?  I hope to fuck that Zippie keeps everything locked up at the office and warehouse because I’m sure that Miss Thing will get a case of “I want” and will clean the cash out.

I suppose that I should be jumping for joy at the idea that my sister is back in the fold, however, a part me is happy that she is safe and sound and part of me is just groaning inwardly.   Life was just starting to settle down again after she took off and now, she’s back.   I guess that Ty and I should fucking pack up and head to Silvermoon to see her, however, it ain’t gonna fuckin’ happen. Yes, I would like to see her, however, I just want to slap the shit out of her for what she put us all through.  She has no idea that her taking off like that at the time that she chose had our brother damned near sick to death with worry.

Ty knew I had gotten a letter from my brother and was curious about what was going on since we rarely get written correspondence from him.  I told him about Fae being back and all that, he just rolled his eyes and looked at me and chuckled.  He knows as well as I fucking do that my brother is being a twit and that things are going to get interesting with the family again.   No, he doesn’t  want to leave Pandaria anymore than I do because we’ve got shit going on, we have our own lives up here and we’ve finally saved enough money to where we can get a farm in Halfhill and build a house.  Nope, we’re not going back.

I’ll just cool my heels here and wait to hear from the Princess herself.  If she wants to renew our relationship, she’s going to have to work for it, even if she is my sister.  I did everything in my power to help her before she took off – I explained to her multiple times that her infatuation with Dawnglory was just that and nothing more – the man does not love her that way, he thinks more of her like a sister because he’s watched her grow up just as he has his own sister, Felessa.  Why can’t she just fucking see that and get on with her life?

I hope that I run into Dawnglory the next time I go to the market or I might even stop by his farm to make sure that he knows that Faendra is back in the picture.  Damn, the news is probably going to sit him down his ass because she made his life a living hell to where he actually started dispatching his contracts and materials in to the shop instead of carrying them in because he didn’t want to see Faendra.   Oh, besides, I want to see the new baby, she is just so small and she looks just like Dawnglory, he’d be hard pressed to try to deny her parentage.  I like his woman too, has a good head on her shoulders and doesn’t take shit from anyone.

Well, it’s time for Ty and  I to head back to Halfhill and finish up the negotiations on the farm.  Hopefully, by the end of today, we’ll be proud landowners.  Oh yeah, it’s going to be great to have a place to call our own and one where we can just relax and be ourselves.

Felaran

Protect Your Dooker…at all costs


March 13th

Dear Journal,

Well, I will have to say that this is a different kind of war or battlefield.  Strange things trying to eat you and even stranger talking things that want to do things to your body that they advertise when they run towards you.

“I’m gonna Ook you in the Dooker” must be a battle cry or something for these things that look like giant hairy apes that are need of a good grooming.  Well, I wasn’t too sure what a Dooker was but I sure as hell wasn’t going to stand around and let that happen.  I may be a Death Knight, however, I’m still a lady and I think I know what a Dooker is. It will be a cold day in hell before I have some hairy thing take liberties with me.  I’m proud to report that my Dooker is quite safe and secure.

There aren’t that many Death Knights with the group I’m stationed with at the moment, however, there is one that has caught my eye.  His name is Tylanlor Ravencrest.  Odd name I’ll admit, however, I’m sure that it was one that was given to him after his rebirth. He has a ready laugh and can fight like nothing I’ve ever seen. This is the first time in quite a while that I have interested in a man since my last error in judgment a while back with that mage.  We’re becoming good friends and have decided to partner up a bit here in Panderia.  I know we were laughing and talking about families the other night and he just grinned and said he knew he had a family because he didn’t think he was hatched by some bird somewhere.  He’s good company and sure does make a lot more sense for us to be together than trying to partner up with some simpering fop from Silvermoon. At least he’s Sindorei.

Panderia!  Well, I can see why that tick sitting in Orgrimmar wants a chunk of it for his own, however, I’m more inclined to go along with the Pandaren and their philosophy. Slow down, savor life – in my case, slow down and savor unlife.  I’ll do what I have to do get through this crap and then, I’ll disappear into the landscape.  People seem to be a bit more hospitable to my kind up here than they did in the rest of Azeroth.  They recognize what we are and accept it.

Oh, I did try out some of my cooking the other day and Ty even said he liked it.  He might have been just being nice but he ate some of it and didn’t hurl.  No, I didn’t blow up anything because I’m back to the basics again.

 Yep, how to cook using a campfire and pieces of your armor.  Made some great helm stew the other night – yep, caught the fish by jumping in the river and gathering up what accumulated in my chest piece – no, the boobs haven’t gotten any bigger and the blacksmiths always make the chest pieces too big unless you have them custom made.   Caught a few of those little gold fish things, popped them in my helm with a few veggies and let it cook away while I was taking a bath.  Yum!! Good stuff and it went well with some of the bread that I bought from the Innkeeper.

I have to laugh because this almost seems like old times to me.  Living off the land a little bit and fighting like there was no tomorrow.  I know that it makes my heart sing to see some idiot’s head go sailing off threw the air after he’s insulted me by calling me a “girl” – I’m not just any girl, I’m Felaran Morningstar – Death Knight – and your worst nightmare, hairball.

I don’t think I’ve been this happy in years.  I can be who I am and be what I am  without any worries of someone trying to take my head like they did years ago in Silvermoon.  I am definitely getting into this thing up here. 

Yeah, we had another group of Rangers go galloping through here a few days ago.  I can imagine that Silvermoon is getting kind of empty with all of these men up here now.  Wonder how the social atmosphere of that place is faring.  Probably the same drunks and the same whores wandering around because they couldn’t volunteer or maybe pass the physical to get into the battle.

One of these days, I’ll get somewhere where I can take a quick side trip to Orgrimmar and see how my baby sister is faring.  Yeah, even with all of her whining and all of her airs, I miss the little shit.  I did get to see Fnor for a few minutes the other day, he was in the area and actually took time out of his scheduled rounds to spend some time with me.  I forgot how much I missed that laugh of his and how much he feels like he has to pass on “fatherly” advice.  He met Ty while he was here and they talked a bit and I think he approves of my new friendship.

Oh well, time to put the armor back on and head out again.  Seems it’s time to protect my Dooker again. 

Fel