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New commission!

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My new commissioned pic is almost finished =D ❤ Murgha!

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Leafsong’s Diary 29.10 – In which Leafsong reflects on a tumultuous day.

Terrible day yesterday! Such a shame, it was a good day up until evening, when it dipped downwards, then slowly rose back up again until it PLUNGED into the DEPTHS right before midnight. Honestly, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think that this poor baby is doomed before it even has a chance to grow. I have to practice remaining calm in stressful situations. It’s only seven weeks in, there’s still a big possibility that it won’t stick at all.

 

Anyway, I woke up in a good mood yesterday morning, on account of having had a lovely night the night before. I dressed Analith up in a bee outfit and my Shan’do and I took him “tricotratting”, which is a human ritual performed on Hallow’s End. It involves very little effort for a lot of delicious reward (basically you get something for nothing, which as you know is my dream), and we got lots of delectable sweets. I decided that I would ration them out and have candy for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next few says. I thought that was quite sensible and mature of me. Waste not, want not!

 

While I was doing my delivery rounds yesterday afternoon, I saw a Kaldorei woman advertising for her guild’s Hallow’s End masquerade ball. I thought- ooh, how jolly-! and enquired as to the price of the tickets. Two silver! A bargain. I bought a ticket for myself, and entreated my husband (who had just wandered up) to do the same.

 

But could he do something so simple as buy a ticket for a show that his wife wanted him to attend? Noooo! Noooo! Not SHAN’DO APHEL! Of course, he had to be rude and obnoxious to the ticket seller, with the result that I stormed off, and she refused to sell any to him. (I later learned that he had picked up a ticket from a vendor in another District).

 

When he arrived at the herb shop, I (justifiably, I think!) was furious with him. When I think of all the meetings and places that he has taken me to, with me obliging without a word! I threw two vials at him as he came through the door. Both of them missed (must get some target practice in soon: this is unacceptable!), but it unleashed some kind of stress-fuelled rage in him that was horrifying. He swept an arm along two of my shelves, sending the contents smashing to the floor, then fired off shots into more of my glassware. I was shocked almost beyond words. This violent rage lasted no more than a minute, before he calmed down and was almost instantly contrite. I forgave him probably a little quicker than I should have, honestly. I’m just so used to his temper tantrums by now, though this was a bad one. Should I stand up to him more?

 

Anyway, we went to the Hallow’s End masquerade after I had rested for a bit. It was hosted by the Knights of the Coin, in Menethil Keep. I didn’t realise that it was a costume party (who knows what “masquerade” means, anyway?!), so I quickly improvised an outfit out of my antler hat, and went as a Keeper. I stuck some flowers in my husband’s spaulders, and he went as a flowerbed. It was a nice party, if a little raucous (in the human fashion). There were two women singing very dirty songs and dancing. My husband looked incredibly bored throughout. We left shortly after.

 

Later that night, after we had arrived back in Stormwind, we sat down on the porch and watched the wisp-lanterns igniting. My husband was brooding about something- probably his Council – and I was threading strands of grass into a bracelet absent-mindedly. There was the sound of approaching hooves, which I didn’t pay any attention to. My toe began to itch, and I reached down to scratch it (fleas?); and at that moment there was the sound of a gun discharging rapidly, and three bullets embedded themselves in the wooden doorframe behind me, where my head had been a moment earlier. The next thing I next, my Shan’do had practically hurled me inside the shop and slammed the door behind me. I fled upstairs- had someone tried to shoot ME? Not my husband? ME!?!- and grabbed the children from the crib, diving beneath the bed. I don’t know how long I stayed there- I could hear my husband bellowing outside, along with some others. I watched a spider slowly constructing its web in the corner of the bed frame. My husband came back, and told me that the Ninth Regiment were posting guards outside the front door. I nodded, but I didn’t really hear what he was saying.

 

Can someone really be after me? The bullets retrieved from the doorframe had the Scarlet emblem imprinted on them. It must have something to do with my husband and his Council. He’s had two assassination attempts already. I understand that someone could be trying to persuade my husband to abandon his Council by threatening me. But killing me outright? Wouldn’t that just cause him to be even more determined? I’m probably overthinking things. Scarlets are all stupid anyway, every scrap of intelligence in their brains has been replaced by zealous blindness. I think I might invest in a bulletproof hat. And perhaps a stomach-guard.

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The Other Side of Aphel

Scary!!!

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Leafsong’s Diary 26.10 – In which Leafsong suffers from seeds and domestic disputes (again).

Yesterday and today have been two horrendously busy days. I have never wished more fervently that I could trade my husband in for six highly capable nannies. First of all, a massive delivery from Feathermoon arrived about three seconds before I was due at class yesterday (if my druidic teacher mentions in a snooty voice ONE more time about how surprised he is that I am consistently late, considering that I only live across the Park, I am going to jab his stupid staff somewhere unmentionable); and once I had ripped the massive package open like an enraged beast to confirm that the contents were intact- I discovered that my STUPID brother had sent me three hundred UNSHELLED Firebloom pods! When I needed the seeds themselves for six large orders to be delivered that afternoon to the Mage District.

I know exactly why he sent them unshelled too. Or, to be more precise, after I had spent three painful hours crouched outside with streaming eyes and burning fingers, shelling each miniscule firebloom seed from its containing pod. I would have done it inside, but the pungent reek would have taken weeks to dissipate; unfortunately my position on the front porch was perfectly viewable for my incensed teacher, wondering why I wasn’t at class. I could feel the heat of his glare from sixty feet away. I kept expecting a dazzling bolt of moonfire to burst down from the clouds above and knock me unconscious. Oh well. Can’t be helped, it’s the family business.

On top of this, my husband behaved most atrociously when we took Mirae to this amazing Kaldorei healer for her six-month check up (actually a month late, because I forgot). I saw her services advertised on a poster in Trade District- and she charges ten gold per examination, which meant that she must be a genius. Unfortunately, my Shan’do Aphel did not agree with this assumption. He was unspeakably rude throughout the duration of the very short consult, uttering words of derision during the limb-flexibility-test (rolling the baby from side to side on the counter) and actually snatching Mirae up and storming out during the head-consolidation-gauge (bouncing rubber balls off the baby’s forehead). HONESTLY! As if that man knows the first thing about babies, or biology! He thinks his brain is located in his reproductive organs, he told me that himself. The man is clearly mentally stunted.

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Leafsong’s Diary 24.10 – In which Leafsong wonders if her husband is up to something….again.

Last night I went to my husband’s Council meeting. It was boring and as usual, I couldn’t follow the conversations. I noticed that my Shan’do was talking a lot. For someone who wishes to “stand aside” once the representatives were elected, he appeared to be very much directing the course of events. Once it was over, I asked him if his goals were still the same. He looked confused- an expression which I have not often seen on him (it doesn’t suit him!)- and told me that he wasn’t certain anymore.

Honestly, it takes ALL my self-restraint not to scream at Bethedis every time I see him standing beside my husband. I want to leap at him and claw his eyes out with my fingernails!! I stopped biting them JUST so I could claw out that evil, overweight overgrown runt’s eyes out one day; and what does my Shan’do do? BEFRIEND him! Make him a member of his precious Council! Every time I heard “Marshall Bethedis” from the lips of my husband, I want to smack him in the face. HARD.

I haven’t told my father that I’m pregnant again. He’ll just yell at me for allowing my body to get in the way of industry, and recommend I take a nice dose of GHE “Baby-No-More”. I haven’t quite decided how I feel about this new baby, yet. My Shan’do and I have spoken about the baby I lost- or not spoken, exactly, but I cried for a long time and he held me. Didn’t even read a book on my head or take notes nor nothing. He was very kind. It was nice. I wish his kind self would come out more often.

In other news, Analith learnt two phonemes today! He is such a genius. Def. takes after his An’da.

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Leaf and Aphel at the orphanage

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Gnome Appreciation

Shan’do. How do you spell ‘statuesque’?”

What?”

‘Statuesque.’” Leafsong looked down at her hastily scrawled notes once more to check that she had pronounced it correctly. With partial confidence (which was as assured as she ever got when it came to deciphering her own handwriting), she repeated the word, directing it through the open doorway of the GHE shop. There was a thud and a muffled curse; after a moment her husband ducked out, squinting at the unexpected brightness of the afternoon sun. He stepped neatly over Analith, who was busy tearing up chubby fistfuls of grass, and crouched down over his kneeling wife.

S-T-A-T-U-E-S-Q-U-E.” He grimaced as she scrawled down a rough approximation of the word, resolving to make some subtle alterations before she handed the assignment in during the next morning’s class. Below him, she bit the end of her quill, then scowled. “I hate writing about gnomes.”

Sliding a hand beneath the tangled braid, he cupped her back of her neck idly as he read over her shoulder.

Gnomes, although- demonic–

Diminutive” she interjected sulkily.

— I stand corrected- diminutive, are statuesque in their own special and unique way. Why the hell are you writing compliments about gnomes?”

She chewed the end of her quill ferociously for a moment. “It’s Gnome Appreciation Day in class tomorrow. Part of widening our awareness about our Alliance neighbours.”

He snorted, rubbing slow circles on the back of her neck idly with his thumb as he thought for a moment. “I think I need to come in and have a word with your teachers. I don’t think they’re instilling the correct kind of ideals in our Kaldorei youth.”

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