Memoirs: Desolace
Jan. 24th, 2006 04:17 pmI was exhausted, completely and utterly drained. I'd been moving almost non-stop since the last University Field Trip, trying to become stronger as fast as I could. Trying to solve the only problem I could see an answer to, locking the rest deep within my mind to be dealt with later. It was just easier that way. I could do what I needed to do to gain strength, and not face the other problems those actions illuminated.
And I was rewarded, with new training, with greater skill, with Slootom. My odd looking little Felhunter that reminded me of nothing more than my parents dog, the one that guarded the field, the one they refused to name. The dog was not a pet, they reminded me time and again, but with or without the name, I still cried when they found it torn and scattered across the corner of the field. So Slootom became more of a pet than the others, of slightly more use than Chibi in a fight, but still my puppy.
He sat beside me when I finally collapsed at Ghost Walker Post. I sat beside one of the tents, staring out over the bones in the Kodo Graveyard and wished that I was anywhere but here. I was used to devastated lands. After the Tirisfal Glades, not even the Charred Vale had fazed me, but the parched lands of Desolace were just… sad. It was like sorrow hung in the air, thick as fog and it echoed my own, robbing me of the ability to continue. I longed for the soft bed in Ratchet, or the green rolling hills and calm peace around Thunder Bluff.
I had been in both recently, meeting Sakti. I still didn't know what to make of her, couldn't think of a way to ask her why she'd sought me out, wasn't able to ask her if she'd ever met the old witch. She'd mentioned something though, gifts from a stranger, and I knew what those were like. I hadn't received any lately, though. Not since meeting Sakti the first time, and I hated that I was forced to be suspicious of my only friend. It was one more thing to add to the "deal with later" list, or maybe something to just simply let go. What did it matter anyway? Sitting in the Post, watching the dead and the dying as loneliness seeped through me, it mattered very little what the reasons were so long as I could claim a friend.
And I was rewarded, with new training, with greater skill, with Slootom. My odd looking little Felhunter that reminded me of nothing more than my parents dog, the one that guarded the field, the one they refused to name. The dog was not a pet, they reminded me time and again, but with or without the name, I still cried when they found it torn and scattered across the corner of the field. So Slootom became more of a pet than the others, of slightly more use than Chibi in a fight, but still my puppy.
He sat beside me when I finally collapsed at Ghost Walker Post. I sat beside one of the tents, staring out over the bones in the Kodo Graveyard and wished that I was anywhere but here. I was used to devastated lands. After the Tirisfal Glades, not even the Charred Vale had fazed me, but the parched lands of Desolace were just… sad. It was like sorrow hung in the air, thick as fog and it echoed my own, robbing me of the ability to continue. I longed for the soft bed in Ratchet, or the green rolling hills and calm peace around Thunder Bluff.
I had been in both recently, meeting Sakti. I still didn't know what to make of her, couldn't think of a way to ask her why she'd sought me out, wasn't able to ask her if she'd ever met the old witch. She'd mentioned something though, gifts from a stranger, and I knew what those were like. I hadn't received any lately, though. Not since meeting Sakti the first time, and I hated that I was forced to be suspicious of my only friend. It was one more thing to add to the "deal with later" list, or maybe something to just simply let go. What did it matter anyway? Sitting in the Post, watching the dead and the dying as loneliness seeped through me, it mattered very little what the reasons were so long as I could claim a friend.