Using a random number generator:
➊ an everyday note
➋ a happy birthday card
➌ a “dear john” letter
➍ a “please remember to…” note
➎ a confession
➏ a “morning after” letter
➐ a love poem
➑ a goodbye letter
➒ a letter meant to be read only once my character is dead
➓ a message asking for something
For once I was able to relax. I’ve been working myself to the bone. To be quite frank, it cannot be avoided. I have to do my duties as a Magister, and I can’t truly call in for sick days. Whatever they assign me with, I do.
Today was a short day, thankfully. I had to drop off some documents in Orgrimmar. On my way back I ran into Zinaji of the Sul’Tusk tribe. I had just gotten done with my duties for the day when I saw him, and, well, can you blame me for staying for a visit? I couldn’t quite help myself. I haven’t seen the cheerful chap in ever so long!
What followed was a rather eventful, interesting and entertaining night!
I met a rather shy Tauren with a peculiar idiosyncrasy when it came to talking. I assume it was a lisp but, then again, I am no savant of accents.
I met a few new faces, and some familiar ones! There was a sweet and rather upbeat Troll named E’shi, and a rather shy by kind Troll named Zanaka. And a, ah, such a strange fellow this Forsaken was! Oh dear, what did he call himself? A… “King of Frogs”? Yes, that was it. Ash was his name and he had such a strange penchant for actually consuming the slimy amphibians raw. It made me cringe, that’s to be sure. And Wan’ja, ah, how I missed him so. He’s such an intellectual sort of fellow. I can help but admire him.
The entire night was spent sitting under a great, vast tree in Orgrimmar, chatting and enjoying the time spent with others. It eventually evolved in a gathering for…aha, fashion makeovers. Or, at least, makeovers when it comes to hair!
I have a lot of hair. It’s quite long, even for a male elf. It’s hard to tell since I wear it up in a topknot. But, in a gesture of breaking up the silence, I scattered the nervous tension among the new, unfamiliar faces by letting them braiding my hair. Braiding, sticking flowers in them—-ah, is this a feather? I think it is. I’m still finding out what all they put in my flowing locks. But their laughter, it was worth all the tangles and anyone seeing me. And even if someone saw me, who truly cares? Humiliation is not even a thing in my eyes. I am not so much of a vain elf that appearances mean everything to me. No, friends do. And I won’t deny, it was incredibly fun braiding everyone else’s hair!
Towards the end of my stay, there was a surprise. My scoundrel, my moonlight, my Dalah’surfal! Albeit wounded and still recovering, he managed to take a trip to Orgrimmar. I know what he does, he can’t hide it from me. He follows me sometimes when I’m on the job. I know he’s terribly worried about me, but he must recover. And the only way he can do that is by resting!
But I digress. The cloaked imp of an elf decided to stay for a bit. It was lovely to have him around. Maybe, someday, he’ll be strong enough to be able to walk once more without agony, without a limp…
Oh, the moon’s sinking now below the mountains. Soon daylight will break. I should crawl back into bed. My beloved’s waiting.
Today’s a new day. I must continue my research for my friend, Aludreus. A day off from my Magister duties, mayhaps, but not from my promise to him.