I am unsure how I should
feel this evening. I spent much time alone, more than enough time to
think about the many weighty matters on my mind. When I received
Aeranor's letter I had hoped it would be filled with details of our
planned hunt, but I know now that other, more urgent business demands
his attention.
It is my fear that perhaps I have pushed him too far by telling him so much about myself. Perhaps he laughs at me now, knowing the full extent of my heart's desires and mocking them? I do not know. I wish he would talk to me, and tell me what he feels, but he will never do so, not while politics hangs between us like a sword over our heads. I will simply have to content myself to wait for him, and hope that in time he comes to believe that my feelings for him are real. It is often the way with him that he is slow to make up his mind or to take my words into account. This saddens me. Perhaps one day I will be the center of his attention and he will find my words to be more fair. It is my fondest hope.
I encountered that bothersome draenei child, Lelliel this evening. The silly creature was going on and on about her doll's head. I could have slain her, and should have for interrupting my meditation, but such is not my nature. Children can be taught the difference between right and wrong, and this child will one day learn that we are not her foes, but that she should obey us for the good of Azeroth. It is my hope that she will learn before it is too late. Regardless, the little creature told me much about my sister's necklace that I had never known before. I must question Kyliska about it for the safety of our House and Spire. We cannot have rogue magical artifacts lying around!
Finally, before the evening ended I was forced to deal with the traitor Varimarris as well as that trollish assassin Shiika. At the same time no less! I learned much from speaking with them, and have made decisions regarding them. The priest is not a threat. How could he be? His views are so twisted that he will not see the blades of he new friends stabbing him until they have plunged through his body. In addition, he knows not that I can spy on him from afar, that all of his friends are not his friends in reality, but my agents. Time will teach him this, and then he will be fit to serve me as he should have been doing all along.
The assassin is another story entirely. I must carefully watch my back, for she will end my life without a second thought. She told me that the most recent attempt on me was nothing more than a warning, but I feel that it is more likely the case that they simply failed. Assassins who fail are flawed, imperfect creatures. The situation makes me think of my so called 'son', whom I suspect would easily best such amateurs. Perhaps he will be of use once I can free him from Lord Sondor's body?
I swore a blood oath with the troll this evening. I swore I would see her dead, and she the same to me. Her blade was poisoned of course, but such is easily cured by my House healers, and was to be expected. Our game begins in earnest now.
I go to meditate and take my rest.
It is my fear that perhaps I have pushed him too far by telling him so much about myself. Perhaps he laughs at me now, knowing the full extent of my heart's desires and mocking them? I do not know. I wish he would talk to me, and tell me what he feels, but he will never do so, not while politics hangs between us like a sword over our heads. I will simply have to content myself to wait for him, and hope that in time he comes to believe that my feelings for him are real. It is often the way with him that he is slow to make up his mind or to take my words into account. This saddens me. Perhaps one day I will be the center of his attention and he will find my words to be more fair. It is my fondest hope.
I encountered that bothersome draenei child, Lelliel this evening. The silly creature was going on and on about her doll's head. I could have slain her, and should have for interrupting my meditation, but such is not my nature. Children can be taught the difference between right and wrong, and this child will one day learn that we are not her foes, but that she should obey us for the good of Azeroth. It is my hope that she will learn before it is too late. Regardless, the little creature told me much about my sister's necklace that I had never known before. I must question Kyliska about it for the safety of our House and Spire. We cannot have rogue magical artifacts lying around!
Finally, before the evening ended I was forced to deal with the traitor Varimarris as well as that trollish assassin Shiika. At the same time no less! I learned much from speaking with them, and have made decisions regarding them. The priest is not a threat. How could he be? His views are so twisted that he will not see the blades of he new friends stabbing him until they have plunged through his body. In addition, he knows not that I can spy on him from afar, that all of his friends are not his friends in reality, but my agents. Time will teach him this, and then he will be fit to serve me as he should have been doing all along.
The assassin is another story entirely. I must carefully watch my back, for she will end my life without a second thought. She told me that the most recent attempt on me was nothing more than a warning, but I feel that it is more likely the case that they simply failed. Assassins who fail are flawed, imperfect creatures. The situation makes me think of my so called 'son', whom I suspect would easily best such amateurs. Perhaps he will be of use once I can free him from Lord Sondor's body?
I swore a blood oath with the troll this evening. I swore I would see her dead, and she the same to me. Her blade was poisoned of course, but such is easily cured by my House healers, and was to be expected. Our game begins in earnest now.
I go to meditate and take my rest.
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