*giggle*

  Heeheehee. I don't know why Calindrava dear doesn't like his new outfit, honestly...

  I seem to have cheered up!

(Edit: I've added a picture for Ratshag dear to giggle at. See? Nothing wrong with it! Cal says he looks like a farm hick, but I say he looks absolutely *giggle* precious.)

Poor ghosts!

  *sigh* Nobody said doing the right thing was always fun.

  Undead scourge spider-thingies? I'm happy to kill them. Gargoyles and black wraiths? Most certainly.

  ...Lost, confused ghosts of high elves who don't even seem to realise that they're dead? I'm not so enthusiastic about that, really. Yes, it needed to be done, and yes, I can hope that death has released them to whatever afterlife high elves hope for, but what I really wanted to do was to find some way to wake them up... some way to give them back their free will so that they could join us, join the Forsaken, and fight back against the ones who killed them instead of mindlessly doing their bidding.

  I'm not happy tonight. Even the cute little spiders can't make me smile.

*Sigh*

  I really don't understand Calindrava sometimes. He sold the tuxedo. Sold it. Gloated about it, quite rudely I might add. And then... with the money he made from selling the tuxedo...

  ...he bought me all the patterns so that once I can sew well enough, I can make tuxedos. He can be such a brat one moment, and then so sweet!*

  I've begun working in Tranquillien now, and my goodness the Blood Elves do need help down here. They're working terribly hard themselves to try to clear the Scourge out of their lands - I'm pleased to note that everyone here is well aware of what needs to be done. It's one thing to refuse to be depressed by circumstances, and another to willfully ignore the true state of affairs the way some Blood Elves further north do. I met one young girl, living alone, who simply refused to believe that anything truly bad could have happened, and then there was that lord presiding over his never-ending party... In any case, everyone here in the Ghostlands is doing their part and refusing to despair.

  And oh, the Ghostlands! Oh my! The atmosphere! I get happy tingles up my spine whenever I look around at the clouded sky, the darkened scenery, the little scuttling spiders underfoot... it's beautiful! Once, in Stormwind - ah, back when I was alive, that is - I heard a gnome talking about "ideal environments" and "personal niches". I still don't understand everything she was talking about (what's "fung shway"?), but I think I've found my ideal environment!

* I'm still going to paddle his rear for selling the tuxedo. I don't care if he's a big scary warlock now, he's still my bratty little brother!

Happy Easter!

  The Easter Bunny delivers to the Horde!

  I was pottering around outside Silvermoon City and found the prettiest little egg.  In fact, I found lots of pretty little eggs. Actually, I may have gone just a teeny bit overboard looking for them...

  Apparently it's possible to find a beautiful pink dress in them While I didn't manage that, I did find a lovely tuxedo shirt and pants for Calindrava. He was so nice about sending me that Spider Web Robe, I thought I'd reciprocate. I got him to send me a picture, too.

  Er... I'd like to say "doesn't he look nice," but really, Cal, did you have to make THAT gesture?

Spider Web Robe

There.  I said it was lovely.  ^_^

Much better!

  Ahhhh, lovely.  The Solstice Robe is very pretty, shows off the *ahem* better preserved parts of my anatomy, and covers up the kneecaps.  Perfect!

  Plus my dear little brother Cal sent me a Spider Web Robe, which is absolutely lovely.  I must sketch it later.  (And he says he doesn't do anything nice...)

Dawn over the Dead Scar

  Now isn't this just beautiful?

  Er... ignore the knees.