I spent a lot of time reading during my recovery in Northrend. Serian even jumped in a portal to Dalaran to raid the library of whatever books they had on Ulduar. I honestly forget both the name and the author of the particular book that got my attention, but never the cover. Almost looked like the sky was raining death. Um, on the cover, that is. It had a lot of ancient god lore, mostly Yogg-Saron. That was the first time I heard the whispers of an Old God. I had hoped it would've been the last.
I'm often on my side.
Cherry-tinted cider.
I can do both, and rather well.
The Frostwolves demonstrated their unity and honor in ways I'm all too familiar with. They warmly welcomed the Horde, and my people, into their world and gave us a fraction of their land. They are blessed with some of the bravest and strongest soldiers I may have ever met, and their hearts, no matter how heavy with grief, fury or vengeance, are set on a task that their entire faction wishes to carry out. The Frostwolves have my vote.
(( I'd be inclined to agree with my girl, but the Arakkoa Outcasts come in a close second. ))
(( Yep. ))
After a mug of steaming hot chocolate or mint tea.
More and more grass grows each year. It's invigorating to the heart seeing the land heal gradually.
I don't really sing much. I mean, I can sing, but it's not my crown and glory.
I have cereal like three times a year.
(( I usually try and balance it by adding more cereal, then add more milk and this carries on until about two bowls later until I finally just drink the milk. ))
"Wanna do it again?"
