Diary: Page Sixteen
May. 18th, 2006 06:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shosenI passed the Rites of the Earthmother.
Tauren probably take them as soon as they come of age, and I've long since passed that, but I'm still proud. Because I passed them, myself alone: no demon, no magic, and, at first, no weapon. From carrying a pitcher of water for an old woman to being welcomed by Bloodhoof, and I earned it.
I no longer feel quite so out of place in my adopted home, and I am growing used to the periodic absence of my demons. I was told that the Bluffs were a place to set aside your burdens, and I think I need that. Because they seem to find me the second I leave.
For the first time since, probably the since the Field Trip, I returned to Stormgarde. I went with Avenhar to retrieve items from the Sydicate there, and we were successful. But then, why go and attack those who are already hard-pressed to defend their home? For me, Avenhar refused, and I refused, for my mother.
And then the old witch sent me a package, a loan not a gift this time, a fishing pole. The second I held it, I felt it: the sharp rap across my knuckles that caused them to release their grip as they stung. All I could do was stare down at the twisted line in the dirt, and…
I hate her.
Tauren probably take them as soon as they come of age, and I've long since passed that, but I'm still proud. Because I passed them, myself alone: no demon, no magic, and, at first, no weapon. From carrying a pitcher of water for an old woman to being welcomed by Bloodhoof, and I earned it.
I no longer feel quite so out of place in my adopted home, and I am growing used to the periodic absence of my demons. I was told that the Bluffs were a place to set aside your burdens, and I think I need that. Because they seem to find me the second I leave.
For the first time since, probably the since the Field Trip, I returned to Stormgarde. I went with Avenhar to retrieve items from the Sydicate there, and we were successful. But then, why go and attack those who are already hard-pressed to defend their home? For me, Avenhar refused, and I refused, for my mother.
And then the old witch sent me a package, a loan not a gift this time, a fishing pole. The second I held it, I felt it: the sharp rap across my knuckles that caused them to release their grip as they stung. All I could do was stare down at the twisted line in the dirt, and…
I hate her.