Tag: therapy x 2

Dear Diary:

My mind is a mess. I think elves and humans are spreading rumors about me. Or anyone really, however... I feel especially like the humans won't trust me because they think my people betrayed them when we left the Alliance. As far as I know? The Alliance wasn't helping us and we taught them their magics of the Arcane, Fire and Ice that they now love so much. Elves because... my family has been cast down from the popularity of nobility and disgraced publicly by The Convocation of Silvermoon. I cannot get these crazy, paranoid thoughts out of my head. Or thoughts that my dates are mocking me, calling me a woman of no morals and that they all... despise me. Do I despise myself too? Sadly to say, I do.

It all started when I...

Rivannah sauntered into the room, approaching the check-in desk with the hood of her cloak securely raised. Given the lateness of the hour, her effort was somewhat wasted as she seemed to be the only visitor. The young orc at the counter–dark hair held back in short pig-tails, covered in tattoos and gum-smacking as she organized papers and files–peered up momentarily with a bland expression.

“Greetings ma’am,” she said quickly in Orcish. “Sign in here please and take a seat.” She tapped the clipboard and gestured toward the waiting area full of chairs. “Someone will be with you shortly.” At that she went back to her paperwork.

Rivannah noted the runic tattoos on the orc girl’s neck, revealed more clearly...