Mid-summer's Passing

Ishnu-alah,
It has been several weeks since my last update on the happenings of this fine summer. With the solstice passed the air has been very warm and dry, leaving the ground plants striving or even the smallest bit of moisture in wait for the coming monsoons. At the same time they are fortunate to not have suffered any forest fires recently, giving them a chance to live again when the rains nurture the soil. All of this until yesterday, in fact, when we've experience our first life-giving monsoon this year. And with the rain being repeated today, we are promised with a wonderful rainy season once more. The ground finally getting gentle doses of moisture is coming back to life with bacteria and worms and plant oils; the smell of the fresh dirt is nigh overwhelming as one steps out into the open forest after a short rainfall. Soon the vast fields of grass will become thriving myriads of color; seas of beautiful wild flowers with a pleasant aroma that one can smell from a mile away, wind direction dependent, of course. Also with the rain comes the frogs, insects, and bats and night, singing and dancing in wondrous harmony and the sun sets himself to give focus onto beautiful Elune to illuminate the night.
      Also with monsoons comes a cool evening and night. during the spring and early summer on this forested plateau, the air can be very stuffy, leaving one more than hesitant to dress properly for an occasion, but every afternoon sees a front of cool and humid air. This means that nights are perfect for wearing just about whatever type of garb you desire. Why should we all not take this time to dress up and enjoy ourselves in proper fashion while we are comfortably allowed to do so? I can think of no reason not to. It is not often we can look our bests and take pride in ourselves--not without reason and a certain amount of humility, of course--and show the world our culture.
     What of the Solstice? I'm sure you're wondering. For the Solstice I was invited to an outside celebration south of here to play music and entertain the folk at the party. It is not without saying that I was fairly excited at this proposition and was more than happy to oblige. The even was cool, and the sun shone late into the evening. The gathering was full of merriment and amidst various sets of songs and celebratory musings to the others, I was lavished with offerings of some very excellent food and drink. I am no stranger to attending gatherings the majority of people I'm not familiar with so I did not find it in me to decline such offerings. In fact, I find a almost a bit rude to be invited to festivities as an alien only to turn down the hosts' delights. All of that being said, I rather enjoyed myself and am glad to have attended regardless of whether or not I was able to have a small fire-celebration of my own.
      Now I find that I am reaching the point in this post where I should properly be wrapping up my thoughts. There are always an endless stream of things to write about but I fear that rambling on and on would lose the interest of too many readers. So, as opposed to rambling, I would like to wish everyone happy and pleasant summer. May your nights be late and don't be afraid to let loose just a little bit. If you find yourself in a comfortable lounge with good music and the wafting smoke of incense, remember my words, savor the moment, and feel free to invite a friend or two. While the simple things are a personal enjoyment, the bigger things can certainly be shared and rightly should be. Also, be sure to find your way outside of any city walls if not more than a few times while the whether is warm and less hostile than, say, the winter months. Say hello to the forest gods, Elune, and Helios. Perhaps if we all share an enjoyment of a simpler time we can find ourselves in a world were people are nicer, more friendly, and less likely to wring you out for gold or just for the fun of it.

     Now now, I have gone on long enough.....

Ande'thoras ethil da-lah
Elf

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Greetings all,

The air is clear, the breeze gentle, and the nights full of chirping crickets and frogs as summer blooms to it's most wonderful in this time of year. With Beltaine long over and the solstice fast approaching, the annals of another winter will soon be forgotten as as the next aproaches in what seems an all-too-distant future. With the bone-chilling wind and snow gone, but the midsummer monsoons yet to come, the air is arid dry and pleasantly warm.

      And in the midst of the early summer pleasantness there is an important note to be made; I have rum. This is not any normal rum kids these days drink to get wasted at a party--I'm an elf of tastes here, let's not be brash--but rather finer rums or more drinkable, smaller batch rums like you would find back in the heady days of no air conditioning and hot, humid Caribbean nights. The rum I have is rum (not spiced rum, that's for the colder months) from Barbados. It is soft, flavorful with strong notes of the cherry casks from Spain within which it was aged and hints of cinnamon and vanilla. That's not to forget the molasses from which it was distilled. A deep amber-brown in color, this rum is thick with the cooling flavor of sugar cane which is a must for rum. in fact, that is why you drink rum in the summer time; no matter how hot it is, it always tastes cold making rum the perfect choice for tropical outings.

     While few things bring you back to the bowls of Stranglethorn Vale like a smooth and chugable rum, some of you are probably wonder about my commission slots being open. Let's be honest here, I don't do commissions. I chose the title in light of that particular title seeming popular this weekend. Also, this upload was merely in regards to my own desire to just fucking write something (for once), which is good. that being said, if someone wanted to throw money at me to write something for them, I'd be more than happy to oblige given the compensation was of a satisfiable amount and the subject matter acceptable. I'm also willing to ghost-write for slightly more compensation because a professional writer is not afraid of doing that.

    But enough about me and my rum and non-commissions and such; it is about time to wrap this up. I suggest you, dear reader, to get up and get outside while the weather is nice--minding that the weather IS nice wherever you are--and enjoy the weekend with some find drink and a nice breeze. IF, however, you are finding yourself in the southern hemisphere, get up and out and enjoy the winter. Remember, there is no bad weather only just bad clothing. In that regards there should be no clothing where I am.

With regards,

Elf

Post script: Never mix a good rum. Drink it neat and room temperature. 

So I was spending an early evening just outside Darnassus enjoying the sounds of the wood and generally being a night elf, when this spider comes up to me. Now, normally I would have attacked in defense immediately but this spider was different. This was a five-foot-tall spider that was humming to itself. I thought this very strange, so I asked, "dear spider, are you humming to yourself this fine afternoon?" to which the spider replied, why yes I am, it is a splendid evening here in the wood, is it not, dear elf?"

"Yes! The night is just beginning and there is much adventure to be had but it is lounging time to enjoy the wood for now before the moon, Elune, reaches her zenith and it is time for lunch"

"Yes! I have not eaten in some time and I am actually growing quite hungry."

"Oh, then you should indeed eat. It would be terrible if you were to waste away from hunger. What have you planned for our midnight feast?"
"How interesting of you to ask, elf, for I was going to eat you." Its fore leg twitched.

"Hm, I do not think that would be in your best interest, my eight-legged friend."

"And why is that?" the spider inquired as it simultaneously made an advancement towards myself, making wretched hissing noised and generally violent ruckus.

Immediately realizing the thread this very peculiar spider faced me with, I summoned the roots of the trees to my aid, which they gracefully responded and entangled the raging monster, seizing it in its place. After very briefly expressing my gratitude towards the plants, I careful sent a ball of nature-fire to quell the foe without harming the roots that held it in place. There was screeching noises and terrible cursing in what I assumed was the language of 'intelligent spiders'. But very shortly after the inferno set by me began, it was over and the evil creature that had show clear intention of being my demise was cooked.

Midnight lunch that day was good. I gather some berries and tree nuts to accompany my roasted spider kabobs.