→Seol 9: Green Eyes
Aug. 11th, 2009 04:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seol_plumfallI miss you, Astrolabe.
The Knights sent me to assist another Master in the Grizzly Hills of Northrend. Her heart is more soft than mine, which is very strange. She is sad and angry at the war of the Alliance and the Horde. She asked why they do not join one another against the Scourge. I did not answer, but there are many reasons. I think you will know some of them soon.
I also think it would be better to stop fighting. But it is not very easy. People want to continue to live the way that they live. But sometimes the way one person lives stops another person from living the way she wants to live. It is hard to make peace, even when people want peace.
I try not to put more anger into the war, but I cannot stop it all alone.
I think about the Cathedral in Stormwind. I would like to go there and read books in the basement. When I feel lonely in Silvermoon, or the trolls and orcs in Orgrimmar laugh at me, I think about the high elves in Dalaran. I am jealous of them. The Alliance lets them into the city and calls them "noble" and "wise," not "snooty" and "corrupt" and "irresponsible." Sometimes I wish I could wear blue and join them. Maybe they would be more nice to me than orcs.
But many of them want all of us to die because we have green eyes. So I will stay here.
Will you come home?
The Knights sent me to assist another Master in the Grizzly Hills of Northrend. Her heart is more soft than mine, which is very strange. She is sad and angry at the war of the Alliance and the Horde. She asked why they do not join one another against the Scourge. I did not answer, but there are many reasons. I think you will know some of them soon.
I also think it would be better to stop fighting. But it is not very easy. People want to continue to live the way that they live. But sometimes the way one person lives stops another person from living the way she wants to live. It is hard to make peace, even when people want peace.
I try not to put more anger into the war, but I cannot stop it all alone.
I think about the Cathedral in Stormwind. I would like to go there and read books in the basement. When I feel lonely in Silvermoon, or the trolls and orcs in Orgrimmar laugh at me, I think about the high elves in Dalaran. I am jealous of them. The Alliance lets them into the city and calls them "noble" and "wise," not "snooty" and "corrupt" and "irresponsible." Sometimes I wish I could wear blue and join them. Maybe they would be more nice to me than orcs.
But many of them want all of us to die because we have green eyes. So I will stay here.
Will you come home?