#71
This entry is in the does own hand, looking neat and careful as though she had ample time to write.
We made it to Mulgore. We’ve been here a week. Leaving Thunder Totem was hard. So many memories. Ginja was gone on business so I asked if Mr. Jukko would help. I was surprised when he agreed, helping me to load what I had left from the camp in crates to ship off ahead of us. He even loaded up his own kodo with belongings. He says he’ll see me back in Mulgore long enough to get settled before returning home to Benerlet and his calves.
Elders Ranna and Totoke were skeptical at my leaving but I can’t stay in Highmountain. I’ll visit, look for news about Routy and to trade but for now it’s better that I don’t stay. I am so grateful for the aid of the Elders and the folk in Highmountain. Vik’wa sent word that she’ll join me in Bloodhoof, meanwhile Jukko is here keeping me company.
It’s nice having such a cheery bull nearby. Most people I see are so dour and serious. But then if I saw half of what they saw I’d imagine I’d be a bit grim too. He’s refreshing in a way. He has a story or a saying for nearly any occasion, and loves to ding. Every day he starts with a little song, and he can;t go a moment of cooking without something to say or some tale of the Earthmother. His mate and calves are so lucky!
Harb here in Bloodhoof is hoping to strike up a business deal with our caravan teams. We’ve talked details, but we’re waiting for Ginja - she’s half of this partnership after all. He’d like us to help him send his kodo abroad by taking them along on trips with papers showing their breeding. He thinks it’ll help get his stock out more.
I sleep terribly. I relive that awful morning nearly every time I close my eyes and in flashes while I am awake, it;s painfully distracting in daily life. A druid I met said I should seek the help of a shaman, that maybe my spirit is unhealthy. I want to agree, because something is wrong here. I can barely get through a night without getting up in fear. I know Weylo is gone but he still hurts me. I know Routy is out there somewhere, but I cannot reach him and tell him everything will be ok. I worry after him. He absolutely terrified me, but I know what happened was a direct response to the threat Weylo came up as. Weylo’s demise was his own fault.
I met with a troll woman that works in cards? she called them taro cards? she traded a reading for some supplies we had. She said the signs point towards an unwell spirit (again with the spirit talk!) but that a brighter path lies through the fog. Hopefully that’s a good thing and maybe I can get some rest. She gave me a pouch of herbs to make tea with, saying it might help me sleep. I might try it tonight. Mr. Jukko says the Earthmother will guide me if I allow myself a moment or two of guidance.
Still waiting to hear from Elder Wooshy, and put out a call for shamans who might offer some insight. So far no one has come, so maybe I’ll put a more spiritual life on hold and focus on getting this caravan back up and running. Mr. Jukko leaves tomorrow - after Vik’wa arrives he says. I can tell he is loathe to leave me alone, and to be honest I’m afraid to be alone too. I’m not ashamed of it, but company is distracting and comforting. The Elders I stayed with back in Highmountain were a huge comfort, and not the coddling type. I was expected to be up at a certain hour, washed and ready for the day once I started talking again.
The routine helped much, I try to keep that going here in Mulgore. I wake before sunrise, wash up, tend to my kodo, take a long walk around the village before I finally come back to help make the first meal. Jukko and I then talk about tauren and horde history. He’s seen so much, he was even there with Miss Benerlet for the first invasions by the Legion in Kalimdor before they set bases in the Broken Isles. He even traveled to the northern places of Northrend and to Pandaria - I told him I would visit for sure. He told me the story of his ear - it was intense and terrible! But he doesn’t let his scars hold him back. He says he uses them as a reminder that An’she has a purpose for him. Maybe I will write it down, his explanation. I’ve really learned a lot from him.
I sent a letter to Miss Fern, hoping she might have some time to talk too. I haven’t seen her since that last meeting. No idea on how the old tribe is doing, I imagine well though, they were fairly prosperous and well set up. I miss them sometimes.
It’s about time to start readying for the evening meal here, so I should get going. I’ll hopefully have more news next time.
We made it to Mulgore. We’ve been here a week. Leaving Thunder Totem was hard. So many memories. Ginja was gone on business so I asked if Mr. Jukko would help. I was surprised when he agreed, helping me to load what I had left from the camp in crates to ship off ahead of us. He even loaded up his own kodo with belongings. He says he’ll see me back in Mulgore long enough to get settled before returning home to Benerlet and his calves.
Elders Ranna and Totoke were skeptical at my leaving but I can’t stay in Highmountain. I’ll visit, look for news about Routy and to trade but for now it’s better that I don’t stay. I am so grateful for the aid of the Elders and the folk in Highmountain. Vik’wa sent word that she’ll join me in Bloodhoof, meanwhile Jukko is here keeping me company.
It’s nice having such a cheery bull nearby. Most people I see are so dour and serious. But then if I saw half of what they saw I’d imagine I’d be a bit grim too. He’s refreshing in a way. He has a story or a saying for nearly any occasion, and loves to ding. Every day he starts with a little song, and he can;t go a moment of cooking without something to say or some tale of the Earthmother. His mate and calves are so lucky!
Harb here in Bloodhoof is hoping to strike up a business deal with our caravan teams. We’ve talked details, but we’re waiting for Ginja - she’s half of this partnership after all. He’d like us to help him send his kodo abroad by taking them along on trips with papers showing their breeding. He thinks it’ll help get his stock out more.
I sleep terribly. I relive that awful morning nearly every time I close my eyes and in flashes while I am awake, it;s painfully distracting in daily life. A druid I met said I should seek the help of a shaman, that maybe my spirit is unhealthy. I want to agree, because something is wrong here. I can barely get through a night without getting up in fear. I know Weylo is gone but he still hurts me. I know Routy is out there somewhere, but I cannot reach him and tell him everything will be ok. I worry after him. He absolutely terrified me, but I know what happened was a direct response to the threat Weylo came up as. Weylo’s demise was his own fault.
I met with a troll woman that works in cards? she called them taro cards? she traded a reading for some supplies we had. She said the signs point towards an unwell spirit (again with the spirit talk!) but that a brighter path lies through the fog. Hopefully that’s a good thing and maybe I can get some rest. She gave me a pouch of herbs to make tea with, saying it might help me sleep. I might try it tonight. Mr. Jukko says the Earthmother will guide me if I allow myself a moment or two of guidance.
Still waiting to hear from Elder Wooshy, and put out a call for shamans who might offer some insight. So far no one has come, so maybe I’ll put a more spiritual life on hold and focus on getting this caravan back up and running. Mr. Jukko leaves tomorrow - after Vik’wa arrives he says. I can tell he is loathe to leave me alone, and to be honest I’m afraid to be alone too. I’m not ashamed of it, but company is distracting and comforting. The Elders I stayed with back in Highmountain were a huge comfort, and not the coddling type. I was expected to be up at a certain hour, washed and ready for the day once I started talking again.
The routine helped much, I try to keep that going here in Mulgore. I wake before sunrise, wash up, tend to my kodo, take a long walk around the village before I finally come back to help make the first meal. Jukko and I then talk about tauren and horde history. He’s seen so much, he was even there with Miss Benerlet for the first invasions by the Legion in Kalimdor before they set bases in the Broken Isles. He even traveled to the northern places of Northrend and to Pandaria - I told him I would visit for sure. He told me the story of his ear - it was intense and terrible! But he doesn’t let his scars hold him back. He says he uses them as a reminder that An’she has a purpose for him. Maybe I will write it down, his explanation. I’ve really learned a lot from him.
I sent a letter to Miss Fern, hoping she might have some time to talk too. I haven’t seen her since that last meeting. No idea on how the old tribe is doing, I imagine well though, they were fairly prosperous and well set up. I miss them sometimes.
It’s about time to start readying for the evening meal here, so I should get going. I’ll hopefully have more news next time.
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