Defender of the Light

So I decided to request to be stationed at Darkshire.  I did this because–it’s my duty to.  I am a Paladin, a Knight of the Order of the Silver Hand, someone trained and Light-bound to fight evil, to fight that which oughtn’t exist, no matter where it lies.  Our greatest strength is fighting those which rise from the grave, and the land around Darkshire is rife with such.  How can I turn my back simply because I don’t like the aesthetics?  I can’t.

I managed to get some time off and head back to Stormwind.  I was feeling a little sassy so I wore a low-cut top I’ve saved back for a while now.  I–got a lot of attention, and a part of me was flattered by it.  I think a couple men got the wrong impression, but nothing bad really came of it.  On the other hand, I think that the only thing keeping a few men from coming up to me was a woman standing close by to them.  So.  Don’t think I’ll be dragging it out for a while.  Might wear something under the top, too.

Met a few new people today, though not for long.  I was refitting Fizz, my mechanical squirrel, when I met a shy-looking Kal’dorei.  I had just re-slotted the pneumatic sensing couplers when I saw him.  He seemed forlorn, so I started talking to him.  Arthy came up and he joined the conversation, which had turned to how difficult it could be to talk to someone new.  And I know it can be.  I usually don’t really know what to say, but so far I seem to be stumbling along mostly well.

Now I’m sitting in my room at the inn, pieces of Fizz strewn around the bed.  It’s been an interesting day, and though I enjoyed myself–I kind of miss Aerima.  We both are gone often, for different reasons, and even if we weren’t, her heart is taken by another, and even if it wasn’t–blah.  Too many things in the way, I think.  I think that’s why I wore that shirt today, though I’ll never say that aloud in my life.

I think I get lonely sometimes.  I have Arthy, and I have my Order, both of which I am indebted to–especially Arthy.  As much as I adore and appreciate Lord Valorsworn and the rest of the Order–Arthy showed me what a good soul should truly be, and I’m still trying to live up to that example.  He’s done terrible things, truly vile things–yet he has a good soul.   I don’t understand that, but I hope I will someday live up to it.

Maybe one day, I will.

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