So there’s this cave of Druids. I found it during the early phases of building, but now I can’t find it again. Like a magic fairy circle, those Druids are shifty ones, that’s for sure. Didn’t know about it? Of course you did! Who doesn’t know when there’s a nest of Druids squatting in a cave under their house? (Well, the mice are gone in the Matty-shack, but the psychological scars remain.)
Well much like other hidden things in Draenor, Druids can be hard to catch. I imagine them seeking sanctuary, laying low until they’re needed to wrath and claw. They do enjoy their herbs, however, so maybe they’re not taking action because they’re–well. Sleepy. Very very sleepy. With munchies. The jurisdiction of King W does not extend to their enclave so they are free to use as much incense as they choose. Who can blame them? Those caves get mighty musty, not to mention the funk of bear form.
I strongly recommend you visit his site and enjoy his artwork on the Conceptual/Fine Art link. Maybe Blizzard will seek his expertise on redesigning the models, because right now I’m still in mourning over Scarletta, Momokawa, and others. They are not who they should be.
I feel like I’m cheating right now–it’s ‘sacred writing time’ in my workshop and I’m posting about Momokawa’s wings. What would my compatriots think of me if I shared this? Bemused confusion I suspect. Azeroth is a not-so-secret secret world, but I feel furtive. Hmmm. Anyway, yes, a fourth cloak. As was the second, and third, each become subsequently easier. Especially with the Black Prince buff last week or so, gathering the goopy goop he wanted just so he could snack on king’s hearts was relatively facile. Even the final challenge of healing Wrathion through his sad and painful confrontation with the ghost of his father proved simple – I didn’t have to look up any strategies for a druid healer. When the burning bubbles started to chase her, she simple took a deep breath and rooted them all in place and returned to tossing leaves on herself and the Prince. It didn’t hurt that her gear is wonderful and strong.
Now what are my plans for all of these cloaked wonders? Well, I noticed how easy it is to do open raid for normal, so I’m just going to hang out, add my name to list depending on whomever I feel like playing that day (it’s easy to get a spot as a healer) and see if I can get Garrosh on normal. I hesitate here at the keyboard because there are a lot of things I am not typing now. I am not typing how I still sting over the miscommunication, or misunderstandings of being on a raid team. Fortunately, my dear friend Neo might be around more, too, as his guild and group are very kind and inclusive. But I’ve said and explored these thoughts numerous times, and it’s time to move on.
The cloaks? I hope there are plans to keep them. What did I really do this for? They are beautiful. When I was a bride, I didn’t want the day to end — I felt like a princess, and it seemed heartbreaking to feel so beautiful and evanescent.
I want to say something about summer. I want to pin down the light. I keep turning off the fluorescent lights in the room, but someone keeps insisting, passively, that they remain on. I want the green and rich pine light to filter in the framed windows. And I want to take flight on those wings.