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I shouldn't have done that. It was too much.
But, once I sensed it how could I sit back and allow the child to die, when I might be able to do something about it. When I was done - it's mother healed and it's presence strong - I did not even have the strength remaining in me to remain upright, or lift my own hand.
Cristianno Wolf. He is not mine any longer, I can no longer call him such. Wolf took me up in his arms and carried me to Darkshore. Once, being so close to him would have caused my heart to skip a beat. Now, however, I felt only a sense of nostalgia, bittersweet and faded. But I couldn't help wondering what it would be like for
I am still so tired. I took my carpet back to Orgrimmar. Luckily, it did not toss me too badly. I'm on the zeppelin back to Undercity now, and from there to Silvermoon. I must admit, the mere thought of walking alone through that city frightens me. It feels as though a black hole has opened up just before me, and I am stepping merrily along.
I avoid the Row. And any time I witness someone astride a horse I proceed to lose myself in a crowd, or enter a shop or inn. I fear seeing them. I wish there were another way, without having to go through the city. But I made a promise. I will return to Falconwing.
Thinking of, someone in the book said they had been in Falconwing for some time. I wonder who it might be? They say we may have met, though their answer was rather cryptic.
I wonder at the fate of Abbey's child. Is the Tr A'shen truly her mate, as she put it? Is he the father? I do not know what to think of this.
Almost docked. The thought of returning to Falconwing ~there is a large inkblot, as though the writer left her pen stationary as her mind wandered~
But, once I sensed it how could I sit back and allow the child to die, when I might be able to do something about it. When I was done - it's mother healed and it's presence strong - I did not even have the strength remaining in me to remain upright, or lift my own hand.
Cristianno Wolf. He is not mine any longer, I can no longer call him such. Wolf took me up in his arms and carried me to Darkshore. Once, being so close to him would have caused my heart to skip a beat. Now, however, I felt only a sense of nostalgia, bittersweet and faded. But I couldn't help wondering what it would be like for
I am still so tired. I took my carpet back to Orgrimmar. Luckily, it did not toss me too badly. I'm on the zeppelin back to Undercity now, and from there to Silvermoon. I must admit, the mere thought of walking alone through that city frightens me. It feels as though a black hole has opened up just before me, and I am stepping merrily along.
I avoid the Row. And any time I witness someone astride a horse I proceed to lose myself in a crowd, or enter a shop or inn. I fear seeing them. I wish there were another way, without having to go through the city. But I made a promise. I will return to Falconwing.
Thinking of, someone in the book said they had been in Falconwing for some time. I wonder who it might be? They say we may have met, though their answer was rather cryptic.
I wonder at the fate of Abbey's child. Is the Tr A'shen truly her mate, as she put it? Is he the father? I do not know what to think of this.
Almost docked. The thought of returning to Falconwing ~there is a large inkblot, as though the writer left her pen stationary as her mind wandered~