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VICTOR “DRAMA QUEEN” NIKIFOROV WOULD TOTALLY SKATE THIS ROUTINE OKAY.
FUCK ME UP, HOT DAMN
That’s Stéphane Lambiel, a glorious male skater (two-times Grand Prix Champion among other SEVERAL golds and titles ) who is now coach.
You know, the one that made a cameo on YOI’s final episode
Those three examples typically took me around 2-3 hours to complete.
“My parents aren’t exactly thrilled that I have made friends of members of the Horde, but they still do their best to support me.”
“I’m sure they don’t understand when they know my burns are from Teldrassil.”
Monday, February 24th, 40 LC
Yesterday I finally received my markings. To be quite honest, I was very nervous. I was not sure how well I was going to be able to handle the pain of the tattooing process -- but it went well enough. Though my face is still very tender and cleaning it out this morning stung rather badly.
I could tell Samuel wanted to rush to my side when I couldn’t hold in sounds of pain as Warden Talredon was filling in the outline on the right side of my face. My sense of touch was undamaged by burns on that side, so I could feel every needle prick. I wouldn’t have minded if he had approached my side -- but I suppose he did not want to be disrespectful of the process.
Gooldaro and Aelenicus did arrive and my kin reacted in a way I expected. None of them except Raelor were really all that thrilled, but I am happy nobody was harmed.
I could tell Gooldaro was uncomfortable watching -- I wish I had some time to apologize to him, but I am happy he was there regardless.
I find myself very pleased with the result and I know my father would tell me I chose well. He would be biased, since he was a Druid of the Claw.
This morning, something curious did happen. I awoke to Samuel’s voice calling out Darnassian words -- Anu’dorini-Talah and Andu-falah-dor. “Let my will be known.” and “Let balance be restored.” I expect it has something to do with what he told me about being infused with Arcane through a Highborne ritual he had charged into to save his allies.
Should I be worried this may spark an awful change in him? How could I even voice to him my concerns? I do not fully understand it and I do not wish to upset him... I am not even sure if this could be harmful to him since I do not really have a grasp of Arcane magic.
Mother Moon, please watch over him when I cannot.
Sunday, February 23rd, 40 LC
It has been very long since I had last written an actual journal entry inside this book Xylo'zol gifted me. So much has happened since last August.
The fourth war has officially ended, and a month or two has passed. Now an Old God has broken free of its prison and threatens our home. I have made friend with Horde.
I found love.
My world feels so incredibly confusing right now. I have just recently returned from battling the Old God's corruption in Uldum where I healed Horde and Alliance alike. I met Aelenicus Sunblade, or Aelen, as he preferred to be addressed - he is a very... Headstrong Sin'dorei paladin who is nearly as tall as some Kaldorei. I had met and befriended Gooldaro Chainbreaker, an orc who actually saved my life.
As we had been trying to break through Amathet lines to try and gain access to Uldum two groups snuck behind enemy lines as the battle began so that the Amathet were distracted. One group, my group, was Alliance. The other was lead by Gooldaro, the Horde.
Us Alliance took the Northern Array which Amathet priests were channeling massive beams of destructive energy from and turned it against our enemy. The Horde did the same - but as I was told Gooldaro ordered an orc warlord, Orgaz Wyrmsplitter, to use the array and fire upon the enemy as well. The murderous brute nearly fired at the Northern Array to ensure the Amathet could not use it in case us Alliance had failed, without knowing for sure what had been happening. He didn't care if a handful of Alliance happened to get obliterated in the process.
Gooldaro managed to beat the Warlord down and had him in chains.
It was heartbreaking to see my Alliance kin spit on Gooldaro once he told them all of those events. I thanked him for what he did and did my best, with the help of a few others, to console him.
In the last few days I met a human arcanist who continually got badly wounded... Even as his physical wounds were healed I could tell there was severe damage to his mind and heart. I pulled him aside and sang to him a song my mother would sing me as a child: Endel'ethil, or Breathless. I admit I used some magic to turn my voice into a blessing to help raise his spirits.
I think it worked in a way - but not how I had expected it to. He had caught feelings for me.
It is funny that he did -- he had actually drawn a sword a day or two before this and threatened to kill me as I was trying to help one of his comrades.
I could not hold it against him... He turned out to be so sweet. I think I have a weakness for people who on the outside who are stoic and can show a strong face but then whose rigid exterior melts away they turn into purring kittens.
I do not understand how this happened... But we are partners now and I have invited him to attend the ceremony in which I receive my markings.
Min'da, An'da. I am receiving my markings.
Wednesday, August 7th, 39 LC
I haven’t seen anyone really at the Tournament since it started. I suppose I can’t blame them, but it really makes my first time here rather dull…
Most booths seem to require money, and I’d rather start saving mine -- others seem to be things I’d rather not subject myself to. I don’t really want to visit a Horde booth either.
I’ve been watching the spars, somewhat though I admit I’ve barely been paying attention. I saw Rease there - the way he just looks at me makes my stomach hurt. I don’t think I like him all that much.
Honestly I would go back to Ashenvale, but that would require so much traveling and I have to be back by the end of the week in order to attend the ball…
The Tournament of Ages seems like a place where you need friends in order to have fun.
Tuesday, August 6th, 39 LC
This is the first time I have used the journal Xylo’zol gave me as something to write in. I hope this will prove to be a good pass time and a chance to reflect on each days happenings.
It was roughly around one in the afternoon here in Icecrown, the Tournament Grounds, when I was sitting beside the Alliance’s pavilion taking in the frosty air when Vaess approached me. She seemed surprised that I was here at the tournament, which I admitted surprised me as well. I’m not happy the Horde is here as well, but I have to just accept that they are here like they were in Vashj’ir.
I tried to make a joke about paying that bill she handed to Melwyn.
...I am not very good at jokes, it seems.
I had to ask why everyone was so angry with her, she bade me follow her a little farther from the main path away from the arena so she could sit and explain.
I was confused as she told me her reasons for being scorned seemed to stem from her different beliefs regarding the Goddess, her own way to follow her. She proceeded to make herself more upset until she finally asked what she was supposed to do, regarding being shunned from the rest of the Glaive.
I panicked, I’ll admit… I handed her my cards since I didn’t have an answer ready for her at all. Luckily that made her pause and calm down while she took her time to shuffle the deck.
For her I pulled the Queen of Cups, reversed Eight of Swords, and the Eight of Wands.
I’m glad my reading seemed to help her feel better… Then she gave me a small pouch of gold to only open until after she left. She really didn’t seem as though she would let me refuse it if I had tried further, I didn’t want to upset her again, so I took it.
Taking it makes me feel guilty. She gave me too much and I didn’t do a thing to earn it. I don’t think I’d be able to hand it off to someone else - that would just make me feel worse and someone from the Glaive would likely wonder about it and I’d receive a lecture for talking to her.
Oddly enough there wasn’t just gold in the bag, there were also a few candles. I wonder what their purpose is?
