Lady Ravasha Witchhawk

Moving On

Dear Diary,

Now I have a new life in the Alliance. I'm still the same woman just not part of a house of minor nobility. That means I have to earn my reputation. How do I do that? I make perfumes, I sew women's and girls' clothing and I practice destructive warlock powers against enemies of Stormwind.

My perfumes have ingredients from around Azeroth. A popular seller is mageroyal, firebloom and peacebloom. It has a subtle scent at first, then a spicy cinnamon smell second and as the last remains on your skin you receive a pleasant flowery smell.

How do I make women's and girls' clothes? First I take their measurements. Then I ask for details about what type of clothing and style they want. If I have the proper fabrics in my inventory then I make them their clothes. I try to be extremely careful and patient. Sometimes on clients' requests I use mageweave techniques to ensure their clothing doesn't tear.

My skills as a warlock have been failing some recently. I feel disconnected from the ley lines of Azeroth so rains of fire don't come easily to me anymore. My connection with the Shadows and fel are so-so. Sometimes I hear voices I recognize telling me that maybe like being a warlock isn't for me? What do you think Diary? Now and again I feel sick when I channel the fel like I had just smoked a blood thistle cigarette. Do you think I should change my profession? Stay a warlock and concentrate on fire and the Shadow only?

I have a small apartment in the Mages' Quarters. The Witchhawk family was allowed to stay there since most of us studied the Arcane, Frost or Fire at some time in our lives. We are a dedicated family, willing to spend hours poring through textbooks and learning every rune to activate a magic spell. Yet with all that power... are they really good peoples when they abandon their daughter? I didn't wanna have the trappings of nobility. I wanted to have a loving family.

The trappings aren't bad though. I still have enough monies to take care of myself. Occasionally a friendly person shall come along and we date for a bit and exchange gifts and sweet nothings that go nowhere. What is wrong with my head, Diary? I am both craving to be taken care of and wanna have... distance, coldness, disconnection.

Love,

Ravasha Witchhawk *this entry is encoded with a glowing pink symbol that obscures the text within. the symbol fades as she closes her diary*