Confusion

[shosen]

Tarista woke slowly, coming out of the fever-fogged sleep that had consumed her for the past few… days? She hoped that was it. For a moment, she could not tell where she was, until the sounds of water and fishmongers reached her ears from the open window.

“Lakeshire,” she muttered to herself, disappointed that he had not, after all, had the strength to return to Stormwind after the impromptu fishing trip. She should have known better than to leave the city in the first place. It had been too much after her previous journey.

By gryphon to Loch Modan, then running across the muggy Wetlands, onto two damn boats, forced to cower in the cabin for the trips, and for what? The apologies of the trainer, for she was not yet skilled enough to learn what she went there for.

“Serves me right,” she sighed as she got out of bed. “Next time I’ll remember to as if the trainer will be able to teach me, not just where she is.”

Really, it was not merely the disappointing trip that had upset her. It was more the fever dreams and the building discontent she had been feeling since finally talking to some of the people who passed through the great city of Stormwind. So many people, very different, but so full of purpose. Like the Paladin who served the Light completely, but still searched for love. Or the mage who was uncertain of his own ability to learn, but longed to return to Westfall to help his family. Goals that would lead to happiness for themselves, and for others. In comparison, she was forced to look at what her goal lead to.

“Nothing.” She splashed water from the wash basin onto her face, and then looked at her still-flushed reflection in the mirror. “Although, that was rather the point.” She shook her head. It was too much to think about. All of it on the heels of a growing awareness of her own prejudices and hatreds, and the confusion she felt over whether they were as misguided as she thought the others had been when attacking the Horde in the Golden Leaf during one of her visits.

Things had been simpler in the library of Northshire, and before during her nomadic childhood. The longer she stayed in Stormwind, the more complicated things became. She needed to escape it just for a while. At least she had a valid excuse. She had to return to Northshire to speak with Brother Paxton about a book. She had put it off for her journey, but now might be the time to see to it.

Donning her traveling clothes, she left the inn, finding Marcus hounding the fishermen. She couldn’t really blame him, after all the cat had been left to fend for himself for the past few days. Collecting him, she went towards the gryphons, preparing to return to Stormwind.