Archive for June 14th, 2008

So a little bird told me it was your birthday today Bell! I had to post this for you!

Have a good one honey! /tacklehug!

Softthistle lay her weary body on the bed she had been given on the Aldor Rise. It was the closest place she had to a home in these past few seasons.

She ached all over. Her feral learnings had been brief during her younger years and she just didn’t have the stamina to keep up with it these days. It looked like her friend was right- she couldn’t handle being feral after all.

All Softthistle wanted was to cast off the dark and dreary clothing of the cat and get
back into her Windhawk set. Back to her moonkin and all that came with it.

She pulled herself up, walking over to the cupboard where her leathers were stored, touching the feathers longingly. These new garments just didn’t fit the same, she couldn’t move comfortably, and it made her feel awkward - not something a cat was supposed to be.

She checked her wallet, she had the money to pay her tutor for another lesson… it was time to put on her old clothes and head back to Moonglade to talk to him.

“Back so soon little Softi?” asked Loganaar. It wasn’t so much of a question really, they both knew that in her heart of hearts little Softi had always been at peace with the owlkins. They had a heart to heart about it, he reminded her of the ways she knew so well, she paid him his fee, and went on her way - back to that place she called home.

Back in Shattrath she was assigned the task of aquiring some nether residue through her professions. That could only mean it was time to do some skinning, so off she went to Nagrand where the Clefthoof Bulls lived. Not only would she be able to complete her task there, she would probably get some of their sought after hides to boot.

Finally she could shift back into her true form, she was surprised to be a little rusty, but soon got back in the swing of things. Oh she reveled in casting her spells again! The weaving of words and clicks of the owlkin soon came back to her and she was in full swing once more.

Before she knew it the nether residue had been gathered, and some of the precious leather.

Softthistle went on her way, back in her own skin, feeling like herself again.