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The young elf leaned his head back against the cushions, watching the violet-skinned girl dry her hair. With those fragile wrists and tiny fingers, her small body curving forward, the delicate shapes of her spine and shoulderblades showing through the thin cloth of her undershirt, she was roughly scrubbing her head and horns without a hint of elegance or grace. She lowered the cloth and tossed her wet hair, sneezed, and smeared her nose against her arm; then she blinked as the boy began to laugh at her.

He restrained his chuckling and shook his head, a characteristic awkward smile twisting his lips, and waved apologetically at the glaring girl. "You are cute," he said, truthfully.

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Seol,

I went to the Cathedral of Stormwind, the way you asked. And I prayed for the health of the Light and for the peace of the Alliance and the Horde to you can sit in the pews some day also, the way you asked. And I tried to see the beautifulness of the building to carry the hope and sadness of Stormwind, the big stone boat, the way you asked. I tried to forgive it and see the beautifulness of it, the way you asked. But I could not do it very well because paladins kill and torture and break knees of "bad people" in the court yard every day I go to it.

You still say a human paladin, to use the shadow of the Cathedral to excuse any thing he does, any cruel thing, is the brother of you?

You have a bad, bad family.

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Current Mood: cheery... trying to be cheery

Oh yeah! Something I drawed:

Good luck getting Astro to go back Holy after she got a taste of Ret!

Tiddia wrote to me but I haven't been able to write back because I'm really, really, sick. Sick like after that Adept died, almost as sick as back when we came to Silvermoon. I can write in this journal just fine, but if I think about going outside, even if I look at a letter-size piece of parchment I feel sick and frightened and I can't get out of my bed.

I have to go back to Silvermoon to report to the Masters eventually but whenever I think about it I feel like I'm going to die.

I'm ashamed of myself.

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Current Mood: enervated

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Current Mood: bashful

The pain died down, though the ghost is still around.

And I feel good. I am very interesting.

Seol is asleep and smells very nice.

and I happy, happy, happy, happy, happy

Seol 64 ← Astrolabe 30 → Seol 65

Current Mood: sparkly

Astrolabe,

I feel so nice.

I think that I need to rest more often. Often I "rest" from the battlefield or from my duties in Silvermoon, but I travel here and there, and I write or read about difficult things, or I practice arms, or I run errands for the house. I do not just stay in the house and rest and soothe and repair my body all day. But today we did nothing but eat and talk and take a bath and I feel so nice.

Maybe I cannot know with certainty if it is pleasure or it is only relief from the pain of my body. But I will not fret about it any more.

Our mother and father are in Zangarmarsh so we are being naked and lazy in our house. And now I am going to cook something and then we are going to go to sleep.

Seol 63 ← Seol 64 → Astrolabe 30

Current Mood: relaxed

Every day I am happy that Astrolabe is near to me to help me and to teach me patiently.

Some days ago Astrolabe returned from Darnassus. She met various people in that city, but she did not manage to find a master warrior to train her. She did not want to go to Stormwind or the Exodar, and though I said she could go to Ironforge, she said that she was tired and tired of the distance from me, so she came home.

Our father told me that perhaps she should not wander everywhere looking for a teacher who knows of the Light but will not mistake her for a paladin when her husband is here in Shattrath and serves the Shattered Sun with the Light and a sword. He discussed it with our mother and with Astrolabe and they both agreed, they want me to be her teacher before any other man or woman.

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Current Mood: worried

My husband has made himself doubly confused.

Seol writes beautifully with the pen of doubt and belief, but twice he has doubled back and scrawled confusion over his words. The freshest ink reads, "I believe that I truly believe in my pleasure," but that is not the prayer his heart needs to raise up and gaze upon in order to heal his soul. For as he writes those words he frets about and doubts about the veracity of his beliefs, the possibility of a self-delusion, he may learn about what his mind considers necessary in order to deem some proposition true or false, but he will not learn to feel pleasure.

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Current Mood: optimistic

This is a story about a king who had one daughter. This young princess was famous throughout the small kingdom for her gentleness and wisdom, and the farmers and merchants would request her help with their disputes whenever she toured the towns and countryside. The people loved and trusted her judgment, and the king, too, loved her very much.

The eighth decenniversary of the princess's birth approached, and her father wished to host a banquet in her honor. But he found himself in a quandary. He wished to import the finest, rarest luxuries for her – the blushing peaches frosted with moonlight from the northernmost forests of Kalimdor or the fragrant violet berries plucked from the mountains of southern Terokkar. But his was but a small kingdom, and with his limited wealth, he could only furnish the banquet one of these two delicacies. Only the sweetest fruit in the world would do for his peerless daughter, and he did not know whether to trust the bards of Darnassus or those of Shattrath, who both sang paeans to the bounty of their respective homelands.

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Current Mood: anxious

Astrolabe,

Last night was very strange. Our mother and I were both tired so we did not cook but went to eat at the World's End. But our mother did not sit with me and drank at the bar. I was confused. Did she want me to drink with her, or was she thinking alone? I was confused so I did not join her.

Then Jelleneth came in and she was very drunk. After I Cleansed her she explained her problem, that there are two men who want to be her husband and she does not know which one to marry. And I was a little angry to hear about it, Astrolabe.

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Current Mood: annoyed

Astrolabe,

You know that I do not like when you leave suddenly. But I know you will be extra sweet to me when you return to make me feel better.

I could not convince Jia to return to Silvermoon. She said that to make her go I would have to bend her body under my strength or I would have to arrest her as a Master. And she knows I will not do these things, so she won. She, Pietro, and Cosimo ^and Galenos are staying on the Scryers Tier. Pietro is going to go back to Silvermoon to watch the house for a little while, until I can hire someone else because Tiddia needs to go work soon.

I cannot even go see my sister because the Scryers know my face.

Why are you not here to rub the tear off of it and make me feel better?

Helaah 2 ← Seol 57 → Seol 58

Current Mood: wangsty

I have been thinking for a long time, and now I am quite sure: I was too harsh with the boy.

Astrolabe is off to Azeroth to look for someone to train her in arms. She promised me that she would not stray out of the capital cities of the Alliance so I am at least not worried about her trying to make friends with strange blood elves. But she refused to go to the Exodar, and I am a little nervous about her mingling with the foreign nations. I think that with his money I may be able to afford at least a short break from work to accompany her.

I need a cloak. A really big cloak. Although, I wonder if they will really treat me better as a hideous old hunchback than a Broken?

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Current Mood: gloomy

Seol,

I was selfish to you.

I was happy to be a child for you to protect. I was happy to be inside the walls of Shattrath and not to need the hands and hooves of I to be fast to get food for we. I thought, now, I rest and be a child again, and the walls and the bodies of Vindicators of the Aldor protect I. I thought I had time to grow and to help the Light later. And I sat inside the walls, and the bodies of they and of the Shattered Sun and of Seol protected I.

But I am not so very small. I killed three elves on Bloodmyst. I crushed in the faces with a mace. I cried and I cried and I was so sad of the beautiful faces dead and I said I try and I try not to kill any more ones. And two months went. And two months I was happy in Shattrath, I was the wife of the husband of I, and two months he fought and he bled and blood was on he and I was so clean.

The sister of you is only a half of a century, and she walked to Shattrath to understand the love of you. And I heard she said to the angry you, she will not wait. She does not have the strength of adults but she has a strength to go so she goes right now.

Two months you bled and there was blood and dirty things on the ground of Draenor, and I bandaged people of the Shattered Sun and made armors and cared to you, but I sat inside the walls and other people fought and bled and made blood and died.

It is not wrong if I do this.

But I can not want to do it any more.

Jiajia 4 ← Astrolabe 28 → Helaah 2

Current Mood: determined

Lately I have been thinking about souls. I have also been thinking that I shouldn't be thinking about souls because I still have not finished thinking about the Light for the first draft of my essay. There is only one section left for me to write. Maybe that is why I do not want to write it. I am afraid -- actually, not afraid, more embarrassed, as I feel myself blushing even just writing this -- I am embarrassed to firmly state, "this is indeed what I believe the Light is," I guess because the firmness of my belief does not actually exist and really I am very ignorant and extremely confused.

But I ought to finish it so that I can begin to translate it. I am very worried about Astrolabe, I have never seen her have a sad mood that lasted this long. If we become busy writing and translating, maybe she will become enthusiastic and laugh with excitement again. I cannot give my body for her consumption to please her, but I can give my words for her critique and please her?

Then I will show it to Helaah. Abelar told me that he and Helaah used to write each other letters about the Light and ethics before their marriage. I would really like her to criticize and help me.

But I'm a little bit extremely terrified.

I guess I better get to work.

Seol 53 ← Seol 54 → Seol 55

Current Mood: intimidated

Speaking of Qualitas.

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Astrolabe,

Today I confessed to Tiddia and it was fine. After was the same as before. She treated me very kindly today and complimented me on many strange things. She at least thinks I look more like a man than a boy now, and I was flattered. And when I told her the story she was not angered or frightened, I think at least, and when I asked if she thought I was weak for still having a panic reaction to that, she still said I was perfect the way that I am.

Maybe she was just saying especially nice things to make me calm down, but I was so happy to hear those kind words. And she says she wants to join the Ebon Blade so that she can stand in Icecrown with the army that protects life in order to protect me and to protect the ones I love. I was so happy to hear that.

~~Will you forgive her, Astrolabe?~~ It is not fair of me to ask such a thing of Astrolabe when she is still so unhappy. I feel bad, I should have discouraged her from touring Draenor, I should have known that what she would see would upset her.

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I am so happy that Tiddia wants to protect my Astrolabe. Because my Astrolabe is, to me, perfect the way she is.

Astrolabe 27 ← Seol 53 → Seol 54

Current Mood: worried

I saw the reason that Seol never did take me here, down there, upon the ground.

There aren't any gardens. There aren't any candles around the temple. There are still flames, though, big ones in the middle of the bones of the buildings. The Lost Ones lay down their bows and knives and smoke their fresh-caught roast: the fatty arm of a dark-skinned draenei.

There they are, eating my home.

I hate them.

Astrolabe 26 ← Astrolabe 27 → Seol 53

Current Mood: upset

Dear Seol!

Common of I gets better and better if I write.

This year holiday of Azeroth Hallows End is at Draenor also. I think last year it was also there. But last year I was sad and I feared to leave Shattrath. So I did not go. But this year I do not fear, and I am also happy to get candies for I and for Seol. So I am to go!

So I got a grifon. I wanted a wivern friend, but I do not speak orc, and people suspect someone purple on a wivern. People do not suspect a purple person on a grifon. A problem was that dwarves do not sell grifons but give a gift of a grifon to big people of the Alliance. I am not of the Alliance, so I got a grifon from a goblin with a lot of money.

It was not money of you. It was money of black smith work of I. I am so happy of I.

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Current Mood: excited

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Seol Plumfall

turtle loves sporebat

→SS3, House Plumfall: Winter Veil

→Astrolabe 31: Astrolabe and the Cathedral

(( Chibichibichibi ))

→Seol 66: Dark night

→Seol 65: I do not know what to say.

→Astrolabe 30: When everything just works out

→Seol 64: Day off

→Seol 63: When I was your level, Expert riding wasn't until 70

→Astrolabe 29: Learning about it, learning to do it

→Storybook 4: On comparing one type of love with another

→Seol 60: His problem

→Seol 58: Selfish love

→Seol 57: Surrendering

→Helaah 2: Beginning of reconciliation

→Astrolabe 28: Her conviction

→Seol 54: Procrastination

(( Crazed last-minute leveling ))

→Seol 53: To receive support

→Astrolabe 27: Tuurem

→Astrolabe 26: It started innocently enough

September 2011

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