More Memories

It's been so long since I've written! Things have sure been busy, without seeming to have accomplished as much as I wanted to by this time. My friend Brothercee has reach the 70th season of his training and we were reminiscing about the day we met. Brothercee was in Eversong Woods when Phader and I chanced upon him looking for the St. Patrick's Day party our aie friends were throwing in the Undercity. We took him into Silvermoon City and showed him how to get to the Spire so we could use the orb. It was such a fun party! Now he's in the Outlands and I'm still working towards being able to get my fancy chicken.

I've put off becoming more seasoned in favor of the battlegrounds this week. Our guildmates are sponsoring a competition and I've decided to join. I usually enjoy sitting back and healing, but I got so mad last night that I was using my aggressive spells and not just healing. I hope I make a good showing so my guildmates are proud of me. It was quite enjoyable over all.

I still need to write about meeting Phader and where our lives have gone since then. I just can't seem to find the right time.

Well, that's all I'm writing for now. I will not let so much time pass before I write again.

Memories

Since I have some extra time on my hands today I thought I would share some of my memories with you. I grew up in Silvermoon City with my mom and dad. Mom is a gardener for the city and I think that must be why I became a herbalist. I remember working with her in the city gardens and right outside Shepherd's Gate on the flower gardens. I used to be afraid of Jero'me, but now I know he just can't help it (bloodthistle, need I say more?) and there could be worse places to take a nap. My favorite times were in our own garden where she grew exotic plants from around the world. I can't wait to spend some time in Stranglethorn Vale and some of the other places I heard stories about as we were planting and pruning.
My dad takes care of the fountains in Silvermoon City. I loved when I got to go with Mom and Dad to the fountain in front of the Sunfury Spire. Mom would tend the over sized water plants while Dad would make sure the water was clean and nothing was growing on the fountain sides.
I was always told to walk the long way through the Walk of Elders, the Royal Exchange, and Farstrider's Square instead of going through Murder Row. I know it's not the nicest area of town, but it holds a special place in my heart. It's where I first saw Phader. That's a story for another time, though.
Well, enough reminiscing for now. I need to rest up for my next adventure, whatever that might be.

Quick note

Sorry I haven't written in a while. It was very hard to start again after losing my last journal. Also, Phader is back from the battlegrounds and we've been spending some time together. It has become my goal to reach season 35 in my training so I can take advantage of new and better recipes in all my professions. Then, perhaps, I'll try the battlegrounds again myself.
Last night we entered the Scarlet Monastery for the very first time. Thankfully it was with a group of guild mates and I think we made a fairly good run. We went through the cemetery and part way through the library before we decided it was very late and we needed to rest. I am looking forward to going back and finishing the job we started.
I'm still trying to get my memories together so I can put them down on paper. It's a bittersweet process and can be emotionally draining, so it's taking me longer than I thought it would. There are some memories I still don't want to face. Anyway, I'm going to go for now and I'll try to put some memories down soon.

So sad.

I can't tell you how sad I was! It was a lovely drunken evening after running around with a mage friend of mine, when (I know it wasn't on purpose, but still!) she burned my journal! She was trying to show me a new fire spell and it got out of control. Just goes to show, you really shouldn't drink and play with fire. I'll have to try and remember all the lovely things I had written down and rewrite them sometime. I'll write more later, since this is making me sad all over again. I didn't realize how attached I'd become to my last journal, even though I didn't write in it very much. Maybe because it was the last gift my mom gave me before I left home.