#46

Pictured is a dark bull, smiling in the afternoon sunshine of Mulgore.




Leaving Vik’wa this morning was harder than I thought. She actually cried, and asked me to use her focusing stone as much as I can, to keep in touch. Augh, she’s so sentimental, it’s sort of cute. You’d never guess such a stern looking woman might weep. But I left in the early morning, making my way through Durotar, the Barrens and finally Mulgore.

I stopped in the Bluffs for a break before I took myself and the kodo back to Highmountain, and I met a friendly paladin! His name was Awkamin Shadowhoof. He told me his tale of how he felt the Light first, and passed the time as I let Tulk and Tusok rest! He was so friendly, and his fur was so dark, and with a lovely speaking voice. He let me take a picture! Two even, I gave him the first!

It was really nice being able to just sit somewhere and enjoy the fresh air and not hearing screaming, or being jostled. Or smelling trash, or pee, or listening to people have sex in less than secret places. I mean really, surely there’s a better place than next to a tree in the middle of a bunch of people.

I feel so grateful for Mulgore. This is where I went after I left my brother, who, to this day I haven’t heard from.  I hope he’s ok, the jerk. The scent of the earth, or the grasses here, the breezes. The people here are usually pleasant too, as Awkamin shows. People are less friendly in Orgrimmar, well, they aren’t as approachable.

My next stop is Dalaran, and then Highmountain. I hope Routledge is alright, I keep leaving for what feels like ages! But he keeps camp maintained. Maybe I can stay awhile this time before I get called back out. If it’s not classes at Trueshot, it’s duty in Argus, or tribe business. It’ll be nice to go home and just stay for a week or more.