Lynesse

To the Fjord - Part Three

The first day of camping was an absolute delight. I always get sort of obscenely giddy when I’m off doing something new alone. One day I’ll figure out why that is; Sometimes I desperately need to be around people but other times just being alone out in the wilds is the greatest thing I can imagine. 

I visited the Dryads. From a distance, of course – They have this tendency to lure in wary passers-by and share their food and drink with them. It seems like a good thing but I’ve heard otherwise. The Frost dryads were a delight. They have impromptu snowball fights and have laughs that sound like tinkling, shattering ice. 

The Chill Dryads, not the best name as they are far from “chill”, walk through the sparse brush of the taiga and raise semi-sentient flowers where they can. They’re less playful than their blue cousins. I had to sketch out their grove, though. Do they grow the trees to look like naked women themselves or does that just happen around them? I’ll have to ask a druid sometime. 

The mountains that straddle the Fjord and the Hills are also fantastic and I intend to summit them someday. Maybe a trip I take with Calebbe or someone else. Especially in the winter, perhaps. They’re a lot steeper in slope than some of the mountains I’m used to and full of crags and sharp angles, maybe not great for snowboarding or skiing but damn it I want to try. Eventually. Not this time. Not for a while. 

I was most looking forward to the brilliant auroras. The last time I’d seen them had been when I was travelling to the Tournament in Icecrown a while back; They always took my breath away and I was, honestly, never sure I could capture them in my travel journals. I never had the right color or the right way to translate their movement and fluidity into rigid ink and parchment. I’m not that kind of magic. Silvermoon’s sky would be much improved if they ever somehow managed to make it down that far and I still toy with the idea of paying a ton of money to have a small enchanted version set up in the ceiling of my room at my cabin.

Unfortunately my adventuring was interrupted. The Vrykul are, in fact, the worst and their activity is, in fact, increased. I was minding my own business fishing and four of the fuckers surrounded me. They’re huge, by the way. I know when I’m in the middle of a fight I’m not going to win so I went with them. What was I supposed to do? 

I should have just taken a portal home when I’d finished in Winterhoof, but I was determined to camp. I’m less determined to camp now and more determined to, you know, get the fuck out of this cage and back to Winterhoof so I can get a portal back to Silvermoon. The giant assholes took my bag, my comm was in the pocket. I’ll get new things. When I break free it’s just time to run. I said I’d be home tomorrow so if I can get home tomorrow, nobody has to know anything about what happened.