Wednesday, February 8th
Last night was rather interesting, although completely out of my element.
The Swindlecrank Cartel hosted an impressive event at the pleasure palace. I only caught the last half of it, although I think that was more then enough. As I walked into the hotel, I was greeted by a scantily clad Lellenthyr in a pink bikini dancing on a box in-front of an audience, that consistent of wolf-whistling goblins, awestruck blood elves, and Maga'namu in a tight form-fitting embersilk dress. Yah, no amount of dreamless sleep potion will cleanse my brain of the latter image.
They were playing a goblin edition of 'truth or dare', which they called 'secret or favour'. When I was picked by Razboom, I picked secret. There were far too many creative minds to risk a favour. I was asked what the most craziest thing I have done before I became 'holy'. I guess they mistook me for a woman of the church or something, because my magic is less holy and more of a primal light. Those of Elune worship life. We don't tend to charter 'sins' that would disallow us in taking part of life's basic pleasures. My own personal ethics, paranoia, and mistrust keeps me from doing -that-.
I told the audience of the time I got a little too excited in a battle heavy Warsong, where Golth and I stayed on defense and... well, did a lok'tar in the base. I then asked a Secret or favour from a Sin'dorei who looked rather bored. I guess he mistook my intent to attempt to include him in the festivities, because I heard he was later insulting me behind my back, enough so that Lockon grew agitated at him. I guess even out here, the feud of farstriders and the Magisters run deep. I assured Luke it was fine and laughed it off. I don't care what cowards think, and I'm not interested in elf-gossiping word exchanges.
His words can't hurt as much as my shield smashing against his face.
.... I wonder if this attitude is why I don't have many elf friends?
Anyways, Speed dating occurred was after. This is the part where it truly felt foreign. I wasn't interested in dating, at least, not like this. I had always believed in companionship and friendship before evolving into intimacy and courtship. I never understood the whole courtship before friendship, but it was interesting to meet new faces.
Lellenthyr played matchmaker for the event. She has truly lived up to her name of being an ambassador of love, and is ever supportive of all these venues during this holiday. Of course, that doesn't make her any less devious. She paired me up with the Magister. I think he felt as much distaste as I did. I approached him, but his significant other/assistant flung herself at him like a rabid wolf in heat, devouring his mouth with kisses. I guess jealousy does wonders in forcing us to confront our inner feelings.
Lelle was disappointed I had no date. I was relieved. Then strangely a man came forwards and protested this. His name was Key, and he seemed very pleasant. He was a magister also, although he lacked the metaphorical stick up his ass that most of his title had. Lelle arranged for me to pair with him, despite him already having two other dates arranged. I went along with it. If anything, I can help get him some fresh air and find out about what kind of studies he has been working on, which caused him to be bound to libraries and locked indoors.
I also met a familiar face, the same elf I met in Silvermoon when trying to craft the moonstone necklace. His name is Kriandis, a wanderer on some sort of pilgrimage to obtain wisdom. He is easy to talk too, and is is curious and inquisitive. He has a hunger for knowledge that I am sure will lead him to some interesting adventures. We plan on meeting again to talk and eat some food. By the goddess, it has been a long time since I shared a meal with -anyone-.
Speaking of meals, Shupa has invited me to have dinner with her. I gave her Golths old house in Nagrand, with the faith that she will use it to aid in her shamanistic journeys. My respect for my clan-sister has only swelled upon meeting her. I find familiarity and comfort in meeting someone of similar mentality towards the war - that sense of duty and honour that must be upheld, yet weighed by the lack of eagerness to fight. Going to the hut that Shupa and her mate Buyaga has called home, is an honour I'll savour.
Overall... things are going good. The documentation for the Red March was sent out, revised, approved, then distributed. Maga'namu is still working on my armour. I have sent in my notice of return to the military as a battle medic. I also have two elves that I owe dinner too.
I pray for new allies and friends. I ask for nothing less, and expect nothing more.
Mayune Warsinger
