Post by Chit on Feb 11, 2012 23:49:16 GMT 1
ooc: Extract from Chit's scruffy spiral-bound reporter's notebook, after the Howl.
I dunno why I went out in the elf lands last night an told a buncha strangers the story of my life. Normally it takes a lot for me to let peple close enuff to see a glimpse of wat I said last night. Wen I talk about my little one it is too easy to hurt me with a word.
It started wen I saw Mehtomiel after long months. The last thing I said to her was I was not givin up, on joinin em, the Cenarion Bastards. An then everything changed an it was not the right way anymore. But they deserved to be let know.
Sarama was the dangerous changeable one who most surprisingly turned out to have a real sharp sensa humour. Mehtomiel was the one who looked to unnerstand, an did not think it was just human cowardice wen I had the shakes real bad after fighting too long. An then I met up with her after all those months, an apologised, an she said “Didya think we would be angry?” an invited me to the Howl.
Maybe it was that I missed the Howl that Nomine made for Starlight. The stories, an the sharing. Would I have said wat I did last night to Starlight? Probly not. They get too close anyhow an sometimes it is easier to talk to strangers.
Maybe it was cos at the last Howl I put my hand on my dagger wen that Kestrel elf attacked Nomine for seducing some young elf. I did not know then that weapons at a Howl was the worst thing to do. That elf he was seducing was 60 years to his 40 an it outraged me that they was attackin him for that.
I do not know why elfs say things like that an then get mad with me wen I ask em if elfs is Slow, if it takes em 60 years to learn about that stuff.
Because Nomine is an honest tradesman an he tells ya he is gonna cheat ya an leave ya so that elf he was with weren't under no illusions about what she was getting into. Maybe it is what I like about him, that wen it gets down to it, he don't lie to ya. Even if ya want him to.
Maybe it was because of Anadelonbrin, an all of them Friday nights talkin to myself in a cave because I missed being her frend so much while she was in the Dream. And now that she has returned she spends her time in Moonglade an I have hardly seen her an cannot even go into the cave anymore on a Friday night to be close. There is somethin about elf druids that has always called to me.
The Howl was a safe place, controlled an quiet an respectful. An as the stories was told I felt my Howl building up in me like the long slow swell of ocean, so that wen Sarama looked at me I just stood up an said my story without thinkin and words fell from my tongue into the silence and after a short while they was all gone an I Howled an in my head a crashing silence.
An then I sat down an peple spoke an it was the old Chit who don't have words to handle wat peple think about wat happened to me it is long past an will hurt me always an there is no words really
Only a Howl.
I dunno why I went out in the elf lands last night an told a buncha strangers the story of my life. Normally it takes a lot for me to let peple close enuff to see a glimpse of wat I said last night. Wen I talk about my little one it is too easy to hurt me with a word.
It started wen I saw Mehtomiel after long months. The last thing I said to her was I was not givin up, on joinin em, the Cenarion Bastards. An then everything changed an it was not the right way anymore. But they deserved to be let know.
Sarama was the dangerous changeable one who most surprisingly turned out to have a real sharp sensa humour. Mehtomiel was the one who looked to unnerstand, an did not think it was just human cowardice wen I had the shakes real bad after fighting too long. An then I met up with her after all those months, an apologised, an she said “Didya think we would be angry?” an invited me to the Howl.
Maybe it was that I missed the Howl that Nomine made for Starlight. The stories, an the sharing. Would I have said wat I did last night to Starlight? Probly not. They get too close anyhow an sometimes it is easier to talk to strangers.
Maybe it was cos at the last Howl I put my hand on my dagger wen that Kestrel elf attacked Nomine for seducing some young elf. I did not know then that weapons at a Howl was the worst thing to do. That elf he was seducing was 60 years to his 40 an it outraged me that they was attackin him for that.
I do not know why elfs say things like that an then get mad with me wen I ask em if elfs is Slow, if it takes em 60 years to learn about that stuff.
Because Nomine is an honest tradesman an he tells ya he is gonna cheat ya an leave ya so that elf he was with weren't under no illusions about what she was getting into. Maybe it is what I like about him, that wen it gets down to it, he don't lie to ya. Even if ya want him to.
Maybe it was because of Anadelonbrin, an all of them Friday nights talkin to myself in a cave because I missed being her frend so much while she was in the Dream. And now that she has returned she spends her time in Moonglade an I have hardly seen her an cannot even go into the cave anymore on a Friday night to be close. There is somethin about elf druids that has always called to me.
The Howl was a safe place, controlled an quiet an respectful. An as the stories was told I felt my Howl building up in me like the long slow swell of ocean, so that wen Sarama looked at me I just stood up an said my story without thinkin and words fell from my tongue into the silence and after a short while they was all gone an I Howled an in my head a crashing silence.
An then I sat down an peple spoke an it was the old Chit who don't have words to handle wat peple think about wat happened to me it is long past an will hurt me always an there is no words really
Only a Howl.