((September 7th marks the four year anniversary of this journal. I don't think I knew what I was getting into when I first posted. Going back, the writing style in my earlier posts (my very first one! - and to this day, Ambershanks's comment in this post continues to vex me) is clunky, but even before I had really fleshed Samhuinn out as a ( Read more... )

I am not always capable of demanding things. In general, I prefer to allow myself to be bothered rather than lash out, for I am nothing if I am not patient, and it keeps conflict to a minimum. I can be aloof at times; rarely do I ever find myself genuinely perturbed by the actions or the words of other people. Negative comments fill me with small ( Read more... )

My mate has always been a little overprotective of me. I do not intend to imply that he has ever sought to stifle my freedom or forbid me to engage in certain actions; that he values his alone time as much as I do is, I believe, one of the strongest tying forces of our mating. Our love is steadfast, yet this does not mean we must spend every waking ( Read more... )

There is too much to think on, and too little the time. The child, the mate, the death knight, the tournament, the land, the summer, the fall, and last but curse me not the least, the auction house. My head is a swirl of thoughts these days. Ambershanks has left the bluff for the week's end (how strange it is, that the Orcish calendar I protested ( Read more... )

I thought I was getting better, that I wouldn't be so frightened during big parties. I accepted an invitation to one such a ball in the dwarven Wetlands this day, confident that I would not be embarrassed surrounded by dozens of unfamiliar folks ( Read more... )

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He asks of me a great thing, a path down which may lead to frustration, anger, heartache, fear, concern, yet just so likely may bring us to pride, joy, comfort, and family. I could not come to fully appreciate the capacity of my family bond in the Greytails; it was beyond my understanding, and I do not fault myself for my inexperience. I may have a ( Read more... )

I have often had difficulties with friendship. It is, to me, a promise of trust, of closeness, of commitment to another with thoughts clouded to your judgment. Such promises are difficult to keep. I do not make friends easily; I should suppose I am scarcely worth the hassle. I hold no reservations about the sort of tauren that I am, the ( Read more... )

The scratch of the bark along my skin, the chill of the high winds darting through fur, and his scent, his sounds, his touch ( Read more... )

Delial Ebonfall, what trouble have you gotten yourself into this time ( Read more... )