Leafsong’s Diary 9.7

I have a plan to escape the domestic prison! It’s actually something which I concieved a few weeks ago, but I’ve only just had the time to begin actively planning now. I, Leafsong Gla Shalah’aman, want to learn how to use a weapon.

Hear me out!

I know that I have never wielded anything more dangerous than my two-inch long herb-cutter. The only experience I have with weapons is when I’ve been fiddling with my husband’s weapon rack (and even then, he usually yowls at me to put whatever it is back before I break it, or myself). But I can’t escape the fact that everyone in Stormwind seems to be carrying a weapon now. Even the milkman, when he was dropping the milk round earlier, had a very suspicious bulge.

(No, not that kind of suspicious bulge. Believe me, the sighting of an early morning Leafsong in baby-vomit stained nightgown is enough to kill any amorous thoughts)

You know, come to think of it, I’ve even seen priestesses wielding at least a spiked or sparking mace! Human priestesses, who I had formerly believed to be the most passive creatures in Stormwind, are more well equipped to deal with a mugger or sexual deviant than I am. I think that I always neglected my own self-defence, believing that when I excelled at my druidic study (ha!) ,I wouldn’t need to wield a weapon. I would be a weapon. And look how that turned out! Even Analith has a more vicious bite than me, with all of his seven baby teeth. I don’t have claw-like nails, due to my tendency to gnaw on them. Bearing in mind that being robbed – being deprived of precious gold – is the worst possible scenario I could imagine involving myself in this city; I should immediately begin to formulate some defences.

I was initially attracted to the idea of wielding a staff, but have slightly gone off that idea after my husband pointed out that a staff was basically just a wooden stick, and was pretty rubbish at defending against anything more substantial than- well, another staff. If I was to come up against anyone wielding any kind of metallic or bladed weapon, or Elune forbid, magic, I would be pretty much screwed. So it’s back to the sketching board. I may visit some weapon purveyors tonight, after the children have been settled. I look forward to embarking on this new adventure!

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    Aphel said,

    “(No, not that kind of suspicious bulge. Believe me, the sighting of an early morning Leafsong in baby-vomit stained nightgown is enough to kill any amorous thoughts)” — … BAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAH

    Great.


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