Senkha's blog

Dear Diary,

Sometimes, it's very difficult for me to believe that people care about me.

(( for Macbutt, who convinces me to write things that are targic. Now illustrated, courtesy of Macglynn! ))

I travel the world with my father on my back.

Perhaps it is because I've gotten bigger or perhaps it is because he's become less substantial, but he's grown lighter and lighter as time has passed. It has been a thousand years; I have been counting each of them. I have watched the world change, watch the known things of the world become myth and legend. I have watched as everything we once knew faded away.

I have watched as my father fades away.

Dear Diary,

NIALOS IS HOME!! Just for a visit, I think, but still! I was in Stormwind yesterday because seriously, I cannot stay in the stupid Barrens all the time and it's not like we're doing anything there anyway, and I'm not going to do more to try and provoke the Horde into attacking us, orders or no orders. Honestly, assassination and thievery are two entirely different concepts from warmongering. Why can't we just enjoy this peace without trying to put more lives in danger? That doesn't sit right with me.

Dear Diary,

*first on the page are several letters, as if someone is learning to write*

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

I slept well last night.

I can't believe I can write that again and have it be the honest truth. I slept well last night. There weren't any nightmares, not about Patrick Morgan, not about people leaving, nothing. There wasn't anything except just sweet, restful sleep, and I know that I have Marius to thank for it. Last night, he helped me to find my Guardian and the net result was that I'm feeling so much better. Might even go home today! I can't even start to express how good I feel, on so many levels.

*once again, the handwriting suggests that Senkha probably should not be sitting up writing, but should instead be sleeping*

Dear Diary,

So most folks already know, but for those who don't, I've just finished my summer semester and am getting out of Texas and dragging Radok with me! Unfortunately, this means being mostly (we think, though the hotels have free internet) afk for about three days while we drive from Dallas to Massachusetts (yes, we are insane, thanks for asking!). After we get to Massachusetts, though, it'll be a glorious month of nothing to do but WoW and wedding-planning. ~Yay!~

And I'm weird like that, so I've come up with IC excuses for my characters being away for three days.

*the handwriting is much shakier than normal, as if the person writing should actually still be sleeping but just had to write shit down*

Dear Diary,

I'm done.

(( soundtrack, at least for the last part: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZt0A4-d7Kk ))

Dear Diary,

What the fuck.

Dear Diary,

You know, I think I must've eaten something really fucked up yesterday because of the dream I had. Well. It was more like a nightmare. I dreamed that I was in the Scourge, with Oliver, that he'd been the one to turn me. Only I didn't experience that in the dream, I just knew. Something was weird about my hands, but it didn't matter because I was part of the Scourge, only I was weird because instead of being all like "raaaaaa the Lich King" I was sort of hanging onto Oliver like a gimp or something.

Dear Diary,

Sometimes, I wish that my husband didn't have such a big heart.

No. That's not right. I love him for his big heart. I love that he cares enough about people that it worries him that people love Patrick Morgan and that they would be hurt by us killing him. Patrick Morgan did unimaginable things to him (and vice versa), but he still worries that he'll hurt others by causing Patrick pain. That amazes me. Oliver is a better person than I could ever dream to be...I don't deserve someone like him.

Dear Diary,

MY BABY SPOKE!!

Stehl! My whelpling, the one that Nialos sent to me! He's so tiny and sleeps so much because I suppose he's the dragon version of a newborn...at least he's good at pooping without needing diapers changed. ANYWAY. We were sitting on Oliver's bench the other day and Teach was there and little Stehl looked up at Teach and sighed a little bit of smoke and said his first words.

He said, "shit howdy."

I AM SO PROUD OF MY BABY!!

-S.

Dear Diary,

I had my first training session with Marius last night. I can't even tell you how excited it makes me to be learning all of this...to have something that I'm good at. Me. Senkha (Fuoco) MacGlynn. Good at something. With "so much potential" (that's what Marius said). I feel like I must be dreaming, and like any minute now, I'm going to wake up and find out that I'm back in Andorhal and Selvie's still better than me at everything.

But it's not a dream.

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

So this is kind of an odd thing. Vesiel told me today that she and Riley are getting married...she has a ring and everything. She wants me and Oliver at the ceremony. I agreed to help make her a dress and get her flowers and everything. And you have no idea how surreal it is. It wasn't six months ago that I was still imagining that Riley would ride up on a white horse or some fairy tale story thing someday and carry me away with him. Not six months ago, that dress I made myself when I was a girl was going to be worn when I married Riley.

And while I'm doing soundtracks, this is less a score/soundtrack and more a compilation of the songs that relate to/have been used in Senkha/Oliver storylines and/or RP since February. This is mostly for my own organization. I think I need help.

Also, with this one, you get lyric exerpts and ~explanations!~ How exciting.

So without further adieu:

Mine: An Oliver and Senkha Soundtrack/Fanmix/Organizational List Thingy

So! After discovering the perfect theme for Patrick last night while I was tooling around YouTube, I found myself thinking that I really wanted to do either one of two things: draw Patrick or find more songs for characters. Since I am a terribad artist and my art should never see the light of day, I was left with only one option, and that was to poke around soundtracks and scores and find songs to match the main characters of this big ol' plotline--at least as it stands from Senkha's perspective.

A FEW NOTES FIRST THOUGH:

Dear Diary,

I will not go poking around in Patrick Morgan's brain.

I will not go poking around in Patrick Morgan's brain.

I will not go poking around in Patrick Morgan's brain.

I wonder if I could fix him I WILL NOT GO POKING AROUND IN PATRICK MORGAN'S BRAIN.