Jax hoped this was the last cold snap before spring. Sometimes if he spent too much time outside he could feel his limbs stiffening up, the sludge slowly solidifying in his dead veins. But it was never anything even comparable to the cold of Northrend, and even that bitter ice didn’t really bother him. A few occasions he felt terribly guilty, as he sat focused too hard on his carvings to notice his poor little dog starting to shiver beside him.
Tularius WIllowsong and others--mages!--from the Shan're worked together to conjure a storm above the Charred Vale in Stonetalon. The goal? To cool down the land and the black dragonflight's precious eggs, while pinning it on the Naga.
He sat by the door, waiting in the dark for her to return. She had left after the last meal they had shared. He hoped – prayed, something he didn’t often do – that she would return.
He didn’t know what he’d do without her.
The door opened, and he stumbled back, shielding his eyes against the light from the torches outside. She was carried in, head hanging limply. He leaned forward, opening his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
The men bound them together, one wrist and one ankle, the chains heavy between them.
I am fifty-two years old and alone, and this body is pushing thirties, and my mind is escaping its bounds only to be kicked back by those that think they understand it.
Parin combed the area again. He had lost count how many times he searched the area. But this was the last place Mallie had been seen. This is the area where the unit had come across her slain horse. There was obvious signs of a struggle, and tracks leading off in different directions.
Written in very cursive script denoting the maturity and education of the author
February 22dnd,
Dear Journal,
Everything started out as a normal day for me in Dalaran ...right up until I got arrested for disorderly conduct and public brawling. The day was really kind of perfect up until then.
Let' me put down what happened if I can keep this meat on my eye while I do it. Yes, damn it, I have a black eye to add insult to injury. Let me just start back at the beginning, might make more sense that way.
It's been so very long since I wrote! Things here have been so busy. Let's see....just after the last pub night, I moved back into the dorms at school. I had talked to the Dean and he agreed to restrict my off campus visits, as well as get the Healers to get rid of my alcohol allergy. I haven't touched a drop, nor have I wanted to in a long time.
My studies have been intense. This is such a hard path I'm on, but my grades are good, so Poetica is happy. I'm tired. My mind is full, but you know ... I'm happy too.
