It’s been far too long…
Time for a real update.
Life carries on, much as it has since mid June, when I got myself addicted to World of WarCrack. =)
Get up, go to work, do some stuff, come home, log on, play games until 1am…sleep, lather, rinse repeat.
* Haven’t seen Kevin playing in a while, and I’m finding that I can only see his LJ entries (in his FO Journal) intermittently…depends on the moon phase. Hope everything’s OK.
* I’ve made the decision to change servers… In a game that’s composed primarily of interacting with other players, that can be a big deal. It’s like changing jobs…MOST of your “work friends” get left behind, as does the friendship. I couple of people I know are moving to Sentinels with me. This is good… There are other people who aren’t coming along…*shrug*. I understand…
The Roleplaying on Maelstrom (the server I started on) isn’t bad, exactly…but there’s not much of it, and what’s there is in a pretty insular community. The Roleplaying is mostly what I enjoy about playing World of Warcraft…so…if there’s a place where it’s more…accessible…I’m all over that. I found a place where it is. Thus, the move.
* I’m starting to write…
For a change of pace, and to stretch my writing legs a little bit, I decided that I wanted to pick a song, and write a story around it.
So…here’s my attempt. The MP3 player came up with [i]The Red Hot Chili Peppers – The Zephyr Song[/i] as the first song on random play. Lucky me, it wasn’t exceptionally difficult to do in a couple of hours of listening to it over and over, with the lyrics up in another window.
Feel free to pick that gauntlet up, you all… *smile*
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“So, whatcha think?” She asked Theilan.
Theilan looked around the deck of the sloop with a vague look of distaste. The sea breeze tugged a couple of hairs free from his blond ponytail, whipping them lightly around his face. “You pay money for this, love? It’s amazing this barge is still afloat.”
Tryxy Briann puffed up to her full 5′ height, and did her best to look indignant… “Yes, Theo, I certainly did… A little bit o’ love an’ affection, she’ll be jest th’ thing. A place fer us. An ‘ome. Freedom.” Tryx ran her hand along the handrail, and yelped with a sharp bark of pain. She lifted her hand to her face, squinted a moment, then pulled the sliver of wood from the palm of her hand. Grinning a bit sheepishly, she said, “Right crew, a little love, she’ll dae jest fine…”
Theilan smiled… “Emphasis on ‘jest’, I’m sure…”, he said as Tryxy climbed up onto the gunwale, gripping the rigging lines that ascended into the heavens, attaching to the pinnacle of the main mast…she tugged on them momentarily, testing their surety, then began to nimbly ascend.
Theilan called after her…”What in Elune’s name…it was that fortune teller, wasn’t it? That little Gnome in Menethil, wasn’t it…”. He shook his head, and she called down to him, “…’ave a look around, Theo. Please? It’s a place fer us… Together.”
‘Well, she’s made up her mind, I might as well.’, He began to wander around the deck inspecting with a critical eye, making a mental list… He hollered up to the redhead, “Well, I’m sure she’s got a name, eh?”
Tryxy called back down with a smile, knowing that couched in the act of asking the question was his acceptance, “The Zephyr.”
“Coming down, luv? Crew’s taking dinner.”
“Nae, n’today… I’m nae hungry.”
“Not hungry? Get your ass down here and eat, woman! I swear, you’re gonna up and fly away if you don’t!”
The rising full moon shone on a mirrored sea, the uppermost sails of the sloop fluttering gently in the faintest breeze, as though the sea were possessed of the notion of flying a kite this evening. The sloop drifted lazily north in the warm current that heads north along the coast of Stranglethorn Vale from Booty Bay. Tallow candles nestled deep inside glass housings brought a warm light to the faces of the crew enjoying the perfect weather by taking a meal around the common dining table, brought up from below for the occasion. Smiles and stories and food were present and shared, a piece of each taken, to be passed on in the fond recollections of the future… A tropical thunderstorm flashed it’s light on the distant horizon, nature’s fury reduced to a beautiful show on display for the crew of the Zephyr.
“You want to what?!?!?!”, Theilan blinked in disbelief.
“Theilan…It’s a Horde ship.”
“She’s a Merchanter, Tryx.”
“We both lived through the war. You’ve seen what they can be like. It’s not *STEALING*…it’s….Liberating.”
“No.”
“Stormwind!?!?! Woah woah…Do you…?”, Tryxy paused a moment. “No. I’m not going. On the water, Theo. All the world can pass me by. Hell, all the world DOES pass me by. One day at a time. One port at a time. I don’t care. This is my HOME, Theo…” Tryx looked up at her friend. “It’s yours, too. I mean…” Tryx paused a helpless beat, “Isn’t it?”
Tryxy floated alone in the uppermost reaches of the rigging as the Sloop slinked to sea on the outrushing tide. She watched Theilan’s form standing at the end of the dock as long as she could bear. He’d said he would not be there…but there he was. Her only regret was that in 5 years, she’d never kissed him.
Hrm…what else…
Nothing…boring old me.