Warcraft Zoology Prompts! Buckle up, theres a lot! I'm demanding af. For Hura: Wyvern. For Nak: Hecklefang Hyena. For Ji: Shoveltusk. For Mathani: Skytalon AND Mudjumper Toad for all four but you can limit to just one wish if you like!
OH BOY.Hura: Is there someone in your character’s life they feel indebted to? How does your character prefer to “return a favor”?~ Honestly, Hura has always been a very…grateful person, I guess. She’s quick to thank the Earthmother or Rah or pretty much anyone else for anything that has gone well in her life, and she’s quick to offer help in return in any way she can. More recently, however, she feels she owes Imry and Tosori, as well as Rah’s parents, for all of their help with the baby and her efforts to get back into a good place, and it bothers her immensely that there’s no real way for her to make it up to them or express those feelings. And she owes her life to the rest of her unit in Azsuna, but there’s nothing that she *can* do to repay them.
Nak’tah: How is your character’s sense of humor? What are some things that your character finds funny? What makes them laugh?~Nak isn’t actually nearly as grumpy as I like to say he is. He’s struggling through pretty severe depression, but he’ll guffaw with the rest of them at a raunchy joke or good prank. His own sense of humor is very sarcastic and teasing, and he’ll grin like the big goofy kid he is and spoil any sort of joke that would require a straight face.Ji-hing: Is there a talent your character has that not many people know about?~ Ermm. Ummm. I’ve rped a lot of her talents, honestly. Herbalism, linguistics, a love of literature and cooking. I guess for one that no one really knows, she has a decent singing voice. She doesn’t think so, of course, but her low velvety tones would lend well to a modern AU involving dark, smoky jazz bars or speakeasies and lots of straight liquor in dirty glasses. What trope have I NOT used with her? Mathani: Does your character remember their dreams? What is a reoccurring dream your character has? Any nightmares?~ Mathani has one very particular recurring nightmare. It’s one of the only dreams she still has, really, and occasionally it is bad enough to be considered more of a night terror despite being an actual memory. She was on her way to the Crossroads to trade when she heard and felt the earth being ripped apart by the Cataclysm. The Barrens were ripped into two and her home was located just along the line. She was still close enough to home to turn back in hopes of helping in some way, but all that managed to get her was the memory of her children screaming as the hut fell into the crack. She usually wakes up at that point. (sorry that got dark quick)And the last one: Your character gets to make three wishes. What would they be?Hura: 1. For her family to be together forever with no one running off and joining any more wars. 2. For all of the animal companions she’s ever had to be alive and healthy and happy and in one big cuddle pile with the rest of her family, and Rah to be okay with that. 3. For Ashkii to grow up to be anywhere near as amazing as Rah is in her eyes.Nak: 1. To feel like he’s capable of being anything other than a soldier. 2. Companionship. Platonic or romantic, it doesn’t even matter anymore. 3. To get to a place where he doesn’t consider running into battle without a shield just to see if his fate is to stay on this world another day or not.Ji: 1. She will get Akota to talk about his feelings, one of these days. 2. A nice cold glass of a good brew, at any given moment. 3. A cup of tea and a good book back at her little apartment, with Akota’s arm around her and her favorite incense burning.Mathani: 1, 2, 3. Her mate, her daughter, and her son.
Ji had been flitting about nonstop since she arrived in Azsuna, to the point that she hardly remembered to eat or sleep. Wartime healing was so much different than anything she’d ever done before, but she was starting to almost enjoy it.
Well, save that one tauren girl. She’d only been out here a few months, but her unit was hit hard and fast and she seemed to have suffered enough damage for all of them. The burns on her arms and nasty cut on her cheek were the least of her worries, and Ji made a point of taking time to visit with her in hopes of healing the wounds to the poor woman’s spirit.
“So!” She sat on the edge of the cot, as she always did, smoothing out the blankets and offering the woman a warm smile. “How are you feeling today?”
Bahuurra avoided her gaze, curled up with her knees to her chest with her tangle of hair pulled over one shoulder. The healer was far too perky and it was driving her insane, but she didn’t even have the heart to say so. Ji must have sensed it, though, scooting in a bit closer and making a show of checking the bandages on the huntress’ arms.
“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sending you home. I think the best medicine for you right now would be your baby resting in your arms.”
Hura looked up at that, her brow furrowed as she tried to process what she’d heard. “Home? But am I not still needed here?”
“You’re needed by your family. I don’t really care about anything else. You’ve already done more than enough.”
“Are you close to yours? Your family?”
Ji grimaced and leaned back, shaking her head so furiously that her ponytail swings from side to side. “I would do everything in my power to keep from going back home to Pandaria right now. I’d rather trade places with you.”
“Surely they cannot be that bad,” Hura only seems more confused, absentmindedly rubbing her arms just above the bandages. “Why would you not want to be with those who love you? Some of us do not have that option.”
“Oh, dear. It would take me weeks to explain. Suffice to say that my stuffy old father still insists that I marry a cabbage farmer, I shared a farm with all of my brothers and sisters and cousins and aunts and uncles and my ANCIENT grandmother, we ate carrots at literally every meal, my parents never bought any good books, we-”
Hura cut her off by raising her hands and shaking her head, suddenly exhausted without having done anything. “Forget I even asked you…”
"this is all a fucking disaster." and "just don’t fuck it up." One each for Ji and Mathani but you get to pick which for which.
“Just don’t fuck it up.”
Mathani snorts, shaking her head and pushing her sleeves up past her elbows. “It’s nice to know you have so much faith in my success, Master Runewood.” She spits the title with as much insolence as she dares use with Bodiway - which turns out to be quite a bit. She doesn’t want to risk him backing out on giving her lessons, but Earthmother, she really wanted to punch him in the face some days.
This is one of them. Still, she should probably behave. This is significantly more interesting than kneading bread.
~~~~~~~~~
“This is all a fucking disaster.”
Ji-hing hardly even recognizes her sister’s handwriting anymore, and she is beyond impressed that the letter managed to find her in Thunder Totem. She chews on the end of her quill nervously as she tries to think of some sort of explanation and comes up empty, leaning back in the chair with a groan.
She knew her mother had seen her with Akota, of course, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it would come back to bite her in the ass someday, but surely her sister was being overdramatic, right?
11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?
Welp, my answer for this is a big, boring no, so how about I just give some basic dietary habits on the main few?Hura will eat pretty much anything. And probably too much of it. Her favorites are dumplings from the little tavern in Halfhill, and chicken wings from the Faire.Ji-hing, in contrast, discovered the meat & taters lifestyle when she came to Kalimdor, and never looked back. But, she does end most days with a few mugs of beer or a pot of tea.Nak’tah is getting a lot better about having food at meals instead of liquor. I’m proud of him.Pay’ashe…well, do you remember those commercials for Hardees or Carl’s Jr or whatever where the lady is eating a cheeseburger, but sexy? That’s Paya.Yurthelle doesn’t eat except in social situations. For obvious reasons.
(Have some Ji-hing, during one of her many fights with @dozyox ‘s Akota))
I can rest when I get to Thunder Totem.
Ji-hing couldn’t believe that she had actually told herself something so ridiculous. Rest is for people who don’t have anything else demanding their attention. Rest is for people who aren’t in the middle of a godsdamned war.
She heaved a sigh as she sat another scroll aside, reaching for the next in the same motion and stealing a glance around the room to see if anyone had snuck in as she read. No one had, of course, but a little nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach had truly hoped for a different story. It was more distracting than anything, and she pushed a stray hair back out of her eyes and began to read the next scroll.
The healing techniques of the Highmountain were fascinating; information that any other time she would have consumed like water after a week in the desert. She tried to force herself to try harder, to be excited about learning, but overall she just felt like...well, like shit.
No motivation, no focus, a soreness in her feet that was entirely new to her. She wanted nothing more than to cuddle up in her big old bed back in Orgrimmar with a cup of tea and…
Part of her, of course, knew that was why she was so distracted. The rest of her was refusing to speak to the enlightened part, but at this point it was screaming so loudly that she would have to address it. She had so quickly been scooped up into the work of learning new herbs and speaking to new healers that she hadn’t even seen Akota, her last glimpse of him far from memorable as they approached the tunnel leading into the lower level of the city.
Glare, she corrected herself. I glared at him.
That only served to further sour her mood, and she shook her head as she rolled the scroll back up between her paws. She had been unreasonable. And snippy. And as stubborn as...what had he said? A kodo with a toothache? He wasn’t far off, was he?
She had been so tired, so sore, so absolutely finished with that journey that she had let her temper run away with her mouth. And to what cause? Getting him to say that he loved her? What kind of a shallow bitch would risk everything for some fucking words? If he acts like he loves you, then surely he loves you.
But...does he act like it?
Of course he could be flirty, and cuddly, and at times the words that dripped from his lips were sweeter than all the honey in the world, but to how many women had he spoken those same words? He was probably so practiced at flattery and saying just the right thing that he didn’t even have to pay attention, anymore. But, then again, how often did he say the wrong thing? How often had he offended her or hurt her feelings and not known how to react? Surely that was genuine.
Or maybe he just doesn’t care enough to try…
She sighed aloud and pursed her lips, angry with herself for even thinking such a thing. Of course, she’d wondered for a while, but allowing it to creep its way into conscious thought was a different beast. If he didn’t care, why had he stayed with her so long? She had made herself far too easy of a target for him, so it definitely wasn’t any sense of accomplishment. He could be lazy, she supposed, but staying with someone because it was more simple than finding someone else didn’t at all seem like the type of thing he would do. He lived for compliments and winks and any other boosts to his ego. It couldn’t be that.
He thought her so weak, so helpless. He treated her like his grandmother’s porcelain tea set, setting her down so gently and making sure she was never touched. He’d gotten so upset when she stayed to fight that awful thing in Val’sharah, and she’d wondered at the time if it hurt his pride that she was able to harm it more than he. So much of his personality was hidden by that damn bravado, but the look on his face…
He had been genuinely worried. There was no questioning that. He had to care about her on some level, at least. What level that was, perhaps she would never know.
And that hurt. How hard is it to tell someone that you care about them? If she could scream her love for him to the heavens every night, she would, but she’d only uttered the phrase to his conscious body once, and even then she hadn’t managed to say it in a language that he speaks. So many times she had expressed feelings for him only to see him shy away, to shut down. She had read books on psychology, she knew that he wasn’t avoiding the topic to hurt her.
So, why can’t I stop thinking about it?
Even if he didn’t love her, she just wanted to hear him say it. His big goofy face with that lazy drawl telling her that she really was just an extra long stop between his typical conquests. For some reason, even that thought didn’t sting as badly as the reality of ignorance. The guessing games regarding the longevity of their relationship. She could probably handle him actually leaving significantly better than the fear that he could, and her psychology books weren’t helping her at all with interpreting that.
What would she do if she confronted him about it and he did react that way? If he did leave her, or say that he would get bored soon enough? She had mentioned going back home in the context of being too late to save him in battle, but she couldn’t exactly “tip some dirt over him” if he wasn’t dead. Would her apartment ever feel the same without the bull lounging in the bed as she worked or read? Could she ever sleep tucked into someone else’s arms?
Gods, that was another issue altogether. It took her thirty five fucking years to find this one...would another take just as long? Would they tease her, and tweak her tail, and know just how to get under her skin in the most perfectly infuriating way?
She didn’t want to be with anyone else. She’d let herself fall head over heels for Akota, of all people. The exact opposite of that damned cabbage farmer, yes, but still not necessarily the best choice for her. Stability could be boring, but Akota was a whole different sort of nonsense. Really, if he did leave and she found herself even slightly surprised, she was an idiot and had been all along. It wasn’t even something that could be waved off as being “a hopeless romantic, tee hee.”
So she would confront him about it. That much was settled. She gave a nod to no one in particular, mostly to make herself feel better about the second most terrifying decision she had made in her life. She would just ask him, straightforward, if he loved her or had any intention of staying with her. She was going to do it, right now.
She made it to the door before she panicked, which was pretty impressive for her. Curling back up with the scroll seemed a far more suitable way to spend the afternoon, after all. And besides, she didn’t even know where he had wandered off to, so how could she confront him?
🐉 - Mythical Creature ⚡️ - Weather and 🌼 - Flower for Ji, Mathani and Nak'tah (Because I'm greediest~)
I’m cheating and looking up flower symbolism, just FYI. PS THIS WAS HARD.
Ji-hing:
-Mythical Creature: Not to go with stereotypes, but I’m pretty sure her short temper and book hoarding would qualify Ji as a dragon by most definitions.
-Weather: One of those summer storms that suddenly appear in a blue sky, with thunder and lightning galore, but gone just as quickly as it arrived.
-Flower: An amaryllis, both because of the legend/myth behind it and its actual meaning of determination and love. I won’t bore you with a copy/paste of the story, but just know that it’s almost as dramatic as she is.
Nak’tah:
-Mythical Creature: All right, I know this is ironic because he’s a Tauren, but for real, a minotaur. They can be symbolic of internal conflict and the struggle with one’s animal nature, which I think is a great parallel to Nak’s struggle with his life as a warrior and nothing more.
-Weather: April showers. It may eventually give way to May flowers, but we’ll just have to see. As of right now, it’s mostly rain and an annoying variation in temperatures from day to day.
-Flower: A foxtail lily, for endurance. He’s just kept on trucking through all of the shit life has thrown at him (despite some close calls), and he’ll continue to do so. It has to get better at some point, right?
Mathani:
-Mythical Creature: A Will-o’-the-wisp. She’s hardly more than a ghost, and seems harmless at a glance, but if followed she’ll lead you far from safe paths. OR, BECAUSE I’M INDECISIVE, a wraith, a mere shadow or ghost of who she once was, clinging to this world by a thread.
-Weather: The eerie calm during a tornado warning, when the air is a bit too still and your hair is standing on end.
-Flower: Bellwort. It symbolizes hopelessness. Enough said.
1. A memory that leaves them laughing. ~ I think this would be the way she met Akota. She certainly didn’t expect anyone to notice that she was reading a raunchy romance novel, much less comment on the shirtless tauren on the front. It was probably the most embarrassing moment of her life, at the time, but looking back she finds it hilarious.
2. A memory that makes them cry. ~ When she very nearly lost Akota. Flipping through every book on herbs and healing she had, her hair falling in her face because she couldn’t be bothered to take the seconds away from her efforts to tie it up again, the knot in her stomach that at least kept her from needing to eat during the whole mess. It frightened her more than anything else in her life ever had, and it still hurts her to think about.
3. A memory that leaves them feeling lonely. ~ After a year or two of that only child life, Ji quickly found herself sharing a room with, oh, half a dozen sisters and cousins. Of course they fought constantly, favorite blankets and hair ties would go missing, but every now and then they would have a night of peace and get along well with one another. The night before Ji left for training was one of those, with all of the girls talking of silly things like the sorts of boys (or girls) she might meet, insisting that she do something nicer with her hair just in case, and mostly getting in some quality time before they lost the eldest of their lot. She really can’t handle sleeping in a room alone, now.
Nak'tah -
1. A memory that gets their heart pounding. ~ His first kiss, without a doubt. The guy is long gone, and he can barely even remember where they were or how it came about, but he certainly remembers the butterflies and soft lips and feeling kind of dizzy? And being entirely overwhelmed in the best of ways.
2. Wildcard!!! A memory that leaves them feeling lonely. ~ The first time that he realized that his family wasn’t coming to save him. The entire trip with the slavers, he was certain that they would be there at any moment to bring him back home, but after the first day he was handed an axe and thrown into the arena, reality began to sink in. He curled up in a ball and cried and cried, but it became quickly apparent that it wasn’t going to do a damn thing to help him. I suppose you could say he has some issues trusting people, now.
Mathani -
1. A memory that made them feel special. ~ You know, I let this one in particular stew in my brain overnight. I thought about writing something from far in her past to put here, but at this point in her life she’s blocked all of that out. So, I’m going to take the easy but accurate route, here, and say that there isn’t one.
2. A memory that makes them feel guilty. ~ That would easily be the loss of her family. It was one of the few times that they weren’t making a family day of taking their produce to trade, so she mounted their kodo alone and ended up being the only one spared in the Cataclysm. That final goodbye, insisting to the kids that they stay with their father and do their chores instead of coming along with her, just this once…
What is your full name? The petite Pandaren woman speaks with the softest of accents, her voice sweet and somewhat deep for a female of her kind. “Ji-Hing Firebreeze.”
Where and when were you born? “On a small farm in the Valley of Four winds, just on the outskirts of the Heartland. My birthday is in the late summer...July 27th, to be exact. As far as how long ago, that’s not really necessary information.” She smiles sweetly with the last sentence, but her tone warns that the sweetness might not last with follow up questions on her age.
Who are/were your parents? She sighs softly, giving what she thinks is a subtle roll of her eyes. “Farmers. And guess what their parents were. Well, are. My grandmother still lives with them.”
Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like? A scoff, she clearly doesn’t enjoy discussing her family but she still gives an answer, if standoffish. “I have a lot. Far too many, really. I’m the oldest of the bunch, and my youngest brother is hardly of age. It’s terrible, but at least we never had to hire any farmhands.”
Where do you live now, and with whom? “Oh, well, I live in Orgrimmar now, in an apartment above a shop in the Drag. I live with my cloud serpent, Shuchun, and Ak-...” she halts abruptly, a flush spreading across her fluffy cheeks. “Yes, Shuchun. She’s a lovely golden serpent, and she almost glitters in the sun. She should be around here somewhere, if you’d like to meet her...”
What is your occupation? “I’m a healer for the Horde. The Broken Isles are actually the first place that I have been sent to heal on location, if you will. Before that it was mostly guards managing to hurt themselves in more and more creative ways without actually doing anything.”
How would you personally describe your appearance? Ji’s brow furrows, she clearly didn’t expect a question like this and she seems rather flustered at the thought. She looks down at her squishy form with a half frown, then shrugs as if nonchalant. “I suppose that if I were to write a book or something of the sort, I would describe my fur as the colors of roasted chestnuts and fresh cream. I’m honestly rather plain for a Pandaren - but you should see my sisters. They’re all beautiful.”
To which social class do you belong? "Social class? I live in Orgrimmar for fuck’s sake, you’re either in the slums or somewhere else that smells like smoke and the body odor of multiple races. We’re all just trying to live our lives in peace.”
Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses? The Pandaren frowns again, considering the question. “None that I know of, I suppose. Unless you count needing a step ladder to reach the top shelf of my bookcase as a physical weakness. But, even so, I can usually just ask Akot-...Shuchun to grab it for me.” Another blush, she’s very obviously withholding some information.
Are you right- or left-handed? “Oh, I’m actually ambidextrous! I can use both hands equally.” She smiles widely, pleased for the change in subject. “I suppose it is from years of holding books and helping with the harvest. I do write with my right hand, though, if that helps.”
What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? “Words and phrases? Like...’I can’t heal you if you keep squirming like that’? Or perhaps, ‘we both know it isn’t that bad so just suck it up for gods’ sakes’.”
What do you have in your pockets? Ji cocks her head to the side, unsure of the answer herself until she tucks her paws into the pockets of her skirt and procures a few sprigs of herbs, some thread and a needle in a small sleeve, a tiny ‘pocket sized’ pot of ink. “I guess I’m pretty predictable...”
Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? "Annoying habits?” She frowns, her head again tilting to the left as she thinks over her answer before responding. “I read, probably too much. I eat and drink rather a lot, as well, and I’ve been known to start...” she clears her throat, “I mean, participate in a few bar fights. And I think I snore...?”
Growing Up
How would you describe your childhood in general? What is your earliest memory? Ji leans back in her seat, grimacing softly and folding her arms over her sizeable stomach as she begins with a quiet sigh. “It really wasn’t as bad as I make it out to be. I grew terribly bored of the farm life very quickly, but my family was quick to pick up on my potential as a healer and they sacrificed to allow me to leave the farm to train. I can remember sitting on the porch with my mother, my aunts, and my grandmother, working through buckets and buckets of string beans for our big family dinner once every week or so. I had so much trouble getting the entire string out, and I’m sure the quality of the entire pot was diminished by my horrid handiwork.” She smiles with that memory, shaking her head and chuckling. “My cooking has improved somewhat, but I am sure my grandmother still wouldn’t be entirely pleased with it.”
How much schooling have you had? Did you enjoy school? “I was schooled as much as any other young Pandaren, of course, but when I went to the temple for training and discovered the library I made a point of reading every single book I could lay my hands on, and I still do. I’ve made a pretty thorough study of the languages of the Horde, and I try to learn as many different healing techniques as I have available to me, from herbalism to telling them to rub some dirt on it and walk it out.”
Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities? “Again, I am mostly self-taught from books, both from libraries and purchases that I have made in my travels. I do have some healing magics, but I tend to trust more in the power of nature and the remedies that I can find there for my healing. Nothing can beat a good poultice.”
While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them. “I always turned to characters in myths and fantasy for role models and inspiration. I was displeased with how my life was turning out and yearned for the kind of escape that you can read about in the tales of adventure - little did I expect a ship with red banners to give me my own adventure.”
As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? Ji giggles, shaking her head. “Anything but a farmer!” she jests, but quickly adds, “I have always loved healing and being able to help people, so it was clear to me from the start.”
As a child, what were your favorite activities? “Reading, eating, reading, sleeping, reading, avoiding my siblings and cousins, and reading.”
As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display? As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like? “I was the awkward girl more interested in books than anything else. I would get into scuffles with the other kids, of course, but I still kept to myself. Honestly, the books ended up being my friends.” she grimaces, shifting her weight and crossing her arms again. “That sounds pretty pitiful, doesn’t it?”
When and with whom was your first kiss? "W-When? I...” She turns scarlet, the flush of her cheeks shining brightly through her thick fur as she stumbles for an answer and finally gives in. “It was just a couple of months ago. With Akota.” That’s apparently all she’s going to say, as she purses her lips and becomes incredibly interested in a string sticking from the seam of her sleeve.
Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity? She had been shyly picking at that string, but this question catches her entirely off guard and the blush forms anew. “Am I a WHAT? How on Azeroth is that any of your godsdamned business?” She huffs, crossing her legs and shifting in her chair to face away from the questioner, with a muttered, “noneofyourbusinessIcan’tbelieveyou’daskmethat.”
What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? She peeks up from her sulking, still pouting significantly more than is necessary, but a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “There was this one day that I was sitting in a bar, and I guess you could say that my life got a lot less boring. But please, gods, don’t tell him I said that. I’d never hear the end of it.”
Who has had the most influence on you? Another question that catches her off guard, her posture relaxing as she takes an almost painfully long moment to consider her answer. “Honestly...It sounds terrible, but I really think that I’ve made a point of influencing myself. No one ever told me to read all of those books, most people told me not to hop onto a Horde ship...I’ve kind of made my life my own, despite my environment suggesting that I settle down into the same life that my family had always lived. On the other paw, you could say that my family influenced me by causing me to pull away like that.”
What do you consider your greatest achievement? There is no softness to the smirk that overtakes her face, her almond eyes sparkling with pride. “I have found myself somewhat of a lead healer in the camp in Azsuna. I certainly didn’t expect the leadership position, but I have a habit of bossing people around in emergency situations, and I suppose they enjoy my bossing-around.”
What is your greatest regret? “I can see a pattern looking back over my life of being far too shy and not speaking my mind. Of course I’ll fight you over things that I believe in - literally - but I have never had the heart to say ‘this is what I want, this is what will make me happy, and this is what I deserve.’ Really, there is a situation in which I wish that I could do that, even now.” Another frown, her expression growing distant and her words falling quiet.
What is the most evil thing you have ever done? "Evil? I don’t know that....oh...” Another smirk, this one mischievous as she raises a paw to twist her ponytail between her fingers. “There was this one time, soon after my oldest-younger brother learned to walk. He wouldn’t stop following me around, and I was hardly old enough to know that you shouldn’t actually lead toddlers into ponds full of grumpy cranes.......He did stop following me.”
Do you have a criminal record of any kind? "No, I always manage to slip away from the brawl before the guards arrive.”
When was the time you were the most frightened? “Oh gods, this one is rather recent. I thought that my...my friend was going to die. He had this horrible infection in a wound that he conveniently forgot to tell anyone about until it was nearly too late. It took me days of work to revive him, and I really thought that I wasn’t going to be able to.” She takes a deep breath, blinking heavily as her eyes have grown significantly more moist than they had been a moment before.
What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? “I ordered some new robes from a tailor in Silvermoon, but they confused my order with something one of the elves had put in. Bless her, she must have been so disappointed with the modest robes she received...since the vast majority of my rear was hanging out of those tiny shorts she had aimed to get. I should never have tried to wear that in public, but it did get me some welcomed attention, as well.” Again she flushes, but it doesn’t manage to melt away the smile splitting her face/
If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why? “Can the Horde land on Pandaria sooner? I know they completely fucked over our continent, but gods, I am so much happier here. It really is almost worth the Sha to experience Kalimdor and the people of the Horde.”
What is your best memory? “Oh goodness...I’m not entirely sure I should share it, even if I can decide on only one...” She smiles shyly, rubbing her neck and chewing nervously on her lip. “I suppose when my friend accidentally stabbed himself and showed up on my doorstep unannounced. He tried to lie and convince me that bandits had done it, and we...” She clears her throat, shifting her weight to stall as she considers her wording. “It was a fun night, with lots of joking and I believe some of my brother’s homebrewed beer.”
What is your worst memory? “The look on my father’s face as I boarded the ship.” She leaves it at that.
Beliefs And Opinions
What is your greatest fear? “Losing everything that I have worked so very hard for.”
What are your religious views? “I suppose I don’t have any that are fully formed. Of course there are spirits and old gods and all of that, but I don’t go out of my way to honor or worship any one more than the others. It’s more of an abstract for me, something that does not seem to directly affect me personally.”
What are your political views? She snorts, shrugging. “I serve the Horde, but I feel like that has more to do with my appreciation for them saving me from a fate of marrying a cabbage farmer than that I agree with their path. I try to stay out of the debates.”
What are your views on sex? Her brow furrows again, the flush on her face essentially a permanent fixture at this point. “What do you mean, views? Like...do I like it? Or...Oh, do you mean like how all of the old people think you should be married first?” She sighs, the sound almost whiny as she begins tugging on her ponytail, a nervous habit she had managed to keep at bay until now. “I guess for me it’s an expression of feeling. That feeling can be something as simple as lust, of course, but I prefer for it to be something...something more. Something more important than urges and desire. It can be elevated to something so much greater if it is a manifestation of strong emotions......Gods, how many times did I just say ‘something’? So redundant!”
Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable? “I'm a healer. Clearly that means that I have an inflated ego and abuse my power over life and death.” She tries to keep a serious tone and expression, but the last few words come with a snort and suppressed giggles.
In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any being could do? The Pandaren considers this for a long moment, the long strands of her silken hair still entwined in her fingers. “I hate lying. I think the worst thing that you can do to someone is to gain their trust and take advantage of that - to lead them on and make them think that you care about them when really you wouldn’t so much as notice if you tossed them to the side. I’d rather face the lucid dream than feel that kind of pain.”
Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? "You should see my collection of romance novels - it might give you cause to skip this question.” She smiles softly, tossing her ponytail back over her shoulder. “I do not necessarily believe that we all have only one person with whom we can be happy, but I do know that having someone that truly suits you is a feeling like no other.”
What do you believe makes a successful life? “Contentment, of course. Whether you are content with a house full of children, a great career, or a fishing pole and a cold beer, that feeling of being exactly where you want to be if only for a second - that is success; that is happiness.”
How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings? Do you have any biases or prejudices? “I try to keep them to myself, but I’m sure you have noticed that my body language and expressions tend to give me away. Still, I try to stay open minded, and I think that I manage to work without prejudice the majority of the time. It’s my responsibility as a healer to treat everyone equally, and I have tried to apply that to the rest of my life, as well.”
Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it? “Move back to Pandaria. I feel like the reasoning is clear without explanation.”
Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)? “I like to think that he knows. And Shuchun, of course, she is far too precious to allow anything bad to happen to her. She is a sweet, shining little...” she giggles softly, her eyes sparkling. “A little noodle.”
