A l'il drunk.

Bec's recovering, sort of. I can't stay with her right now 'cause I been sent back to the field whether I like it or not. Not gonna write about everything that happened the past few weeks 'cause it doesn't matter, she's gonna be fine it'll just be a while before she's... fully recovered.

But... Jeria.

Jeria's Jeria, but not, she's a different Jeria, I guess from a different... I don't even know. She knows a me that isn't me, and it's just so fucked up but she's genuinely lost and this Jeria ain't married to

But the real Jeria, I dunno what - I'm confused by all this. I can't afford to get into this too deep, I gotta let the others deal with it. I gotta let the other unit members take care of this 'cause I've got Bec to take care of. Sort of.

Did offer my support though, if this girl needs it. Sounds like she does.

I wonder what might ha

I am.. very confused. I'd rather not assume, but it almost seems like Teag is either.. ashamed, or embarrassed of me. At least in public. Though not so much me as just.. I don't know. Anything that hints too heavily.

Spent the last short while in the infirmary due to an.. incident. Technically my fault. Kind of. I believe I managed to keep all of that quiet among the Harbingers. Certain recently wed young ladies do not need to hear about me and my amazing stupidity. I'm starting to wonder if that boy used a butcher knife on my side, though. What a damn mess.

I wonder if this is because of Tatian. Teag's never really seemed to care what anyone thinks. I mean hell, we've had sex in a store, and the shop keep didn't like us from the moment we walked in the door. It didn't seem to bother him much.

.. I don't know. Maybe Tatian was right and I should just l Ugh, that man. If I weren't an augur I think I would've hit him by now. What gives him the right t That conversation we had in the infirmary.. I don't know. I didn't think he'd take me seriously. The expression he had when he left worries me. A week or two ago I'd think that there's no way he'd be able to convince Teag of anything, but now.. not quite so certain.

Tempted to get myself some whiskey, but I'm quite certain Teag would smack me if I tried anything of the sort before fully recovered.

BORING.

Thing One: I have started a new blog for my Death Knight rantings! It is called Chill of the Grave and I will try to keep my general PvE and lore commentaries there. Also I need to write tutorial stuff, like about how DKs don't really have a proper rotation so much as a priority once they get cranked up, because people see how well I do and they're like, "What's your rotation?" and I'm like, "Well, it depends on what's refreshed." The look-into-my-crazy-mind character development stuff will stay here, I'm afraid. Sorry. Andrew forbids me from holding up a character who is not only a zombie Michael Cera but also dating a paladin, even if the paladin is a complete nutjob, as any kind of pinnacle of good Death Knight RP. Though the catch-22 of "Good Death Knight RP" (being, if they're social, they aren't much of an iconic DK, and if they're anti-social all you can do is sit around taverns emoting about how broody you are) is definitely fodder for a future article.

Thing Two: OMG HAMS! Last night I took home a pair of shortpacked and maggiemarmalade's baby Roborovski hamsters, the ones nicknamed Littlest and Tubby. This is good, because I was worried I wasn't going to be able to tell them apart, and they're the most visually distinct of the litter. It took me forever to settle into bed last night becasue I kept getting up to see what they were up to. They have a big Habitrail that I'll take pictures of tonight with tubes that are smaller for dwarf hamsters, though they're still a bit small for it so I've arranged everything horizontally for the time being. I'll have to see if I can bribe them into good pictures later. Andrew is strongly in favor of naming them after dwarves, so the big one will likely end up Magni and the little one Muradin. They are cuter than anything has a right to be.

Thing Three: Ahhhhhh I dunno Christmas?

Still a draenei, though I'm gonna try something soon, in order to get back to my old self. I mean, I don't think anything is necessarily permanent, despite my previous pessimism...and it most certainly has been interesting getting an inside glimpse of the Alliance. Even if I manage to get back to my normal form again, I won't use what bit I've learned against them...it sounds unHordely, but I don't think either side has sole claim to honor or dishonor. Both have their good and bad sides, and I've seen it. I've found I don't want to betray Prophet Velen any more than I'd want to betray Lor'themar Theron, and people who know me know I'm not just blindly loyal toward authority figures. Any little tendencies toward that were thoroughly stamped out when Kael'thas betrayed the Sin'dorei (and the Horde). I'm just too damned practical for that.

Maybe that's part of what Velen saw that made him more positively-inclined toward me that time I approached him? I don't know. I wondered why I was going to bother trying to return to my old form again after he said my fate seemed to dictate I be one of his people, but then I realized he didn't say I'd be one permanently. Maybe that's how prophets work-- a healthy dose of common sense and wisdom with language just vague enough to be interpreted in a couple of ways. Of course, I don't necessarily think that applies to Velen, especially after learning he was fully aware of what would happen with our own Blood Knights and Lady Liadrin and all. I think the old man definitely has a touch of foresight. But I also think more often than not he just shows some serious wisdom coupled with that sense and gift of language...and I don't think it's really a bad thing.

In other news, Sprocket turned a year old last month, and he seems to be growing so fast. He's said his first word already, though Vistor disagrees that his first word was "goggles". Vis just says he was making sounds, and I want to believe it was an actual word. IT WAS A WORD, DAMNIT. He's gonna be Mama's little engineer! It'll be no time before he makes his first gadget.

(Note to self: Make sure the workshop door locks are reinforced, and that everything combustible is not only out of reach of crawlers, but is locked away securely.)

Part of why I want even moreso to get my old form back is the difficulties with raising Leannan, even somewhere like Dalaran, when I look like a draenei (and for all intents and purposes AM a draenei). Though mostly neutral it still has its definite divide, with the Sunreavers and Silver Covenant; I still prefer the Sunreavers because I think Vereesa Windrunner is a daft bint, but that's beside the point. I have to be very careful if I want to take Sprocket out and about in the city with me...I've gotten stopped a couple of times by people 'concerned' (read: ready to take my kid from me) about a draenei caring for a blood elf baby. It's getting tiresome and stressful, and Leannan does not need to be exposed to that sort of thing. I know it'll be a risk trying to get my old self back, but what about if the time comes when someone does decide they need to 'rescue' him from me? What about when he gets older and needs playmates, what if he runs into people who won't want him around because of me?

So, I'm going to see what I can do. I know Vistor has his misgivings, but I still want to try something, for our son's sake. I'm just lucky to have married someone as patient as Vis.

Mmmhmmmmm~

Never thought that elves would be any good, but this one is. Almost as good as a Troll. Takes charge. Got as much personality as a Devilsaur and then some. Might stick to this one for a while, never know, might be worth it.

Sexy l'il sneak.


Not gonna think 'bout almost dyin' in the Citadel. We didn't and that's what matters.

Finally got to get Bec outta Dalaran and took her to Winterspring like I promised. I think she's gettin' better, better than she was last week. Seems happier today.

With that down, I think I can almost rest proper - we'll see. Still ain't eatin' a hell of a lot.

Rid's a dumbass. If I have to order Jeria around again 'cause of him getting his ass handed to him I'm gonna kick his ass.