Mon 6th May 2024 12:11

Amelioration

by Sunwalker of An'she Het'heru Silvermane

It was a good night at Story Night. I retold "Hearthfires" because my new performance is taking me a bit longer to perfect than usual. The other stories were welcome, particularly Elder Huwah's about An'she and Mu'sha, but also Erythresh's retelling of the Fall of Galakrond.
 
After the stories ended, Hakiro asked me to Thunder Bluff for a drink, so we rustled up some Mulgore Firewater for us both and adjourned to the Hunter's Rise to look out over the valley and talk for a while. At one point, Hakiro asked me about Taurajo, what it was and why people got so upset about it when it was mentioned, so I took it upon myself to take them out to the ruins and tell them the story of my experiences that night. Once, I could not even fly or travel within miles of Taurajo for fear of seeing it and knowing the pain, the shame it would cause me. Even coming to Taurajo with Rory and Sorvi was not without pain, tears, and trauma.
 
When I arrived with Hakiro, there was only peaceful acceptance. The closure that I found with my tribe thanks to Hurskan and his spirit-calling ceremony allowed me to move on from my pain and my grief, so there was nothing left in the remnants of Taurajo for me to mourn any further. Hakiro, though, seemed verily incensed by the sight and the story of it. They asked me more than once how I could forgive the Alliance for what they had done, why I did not seek vengeance. I told them that I had done that very thing for nigh on twelve years of my life, but after the revelations I learned with Hurskan -- that my hatred was not for the Alliance, but for myself, for my survival beyond my tribe -- that I wanted to choose to honor those I left behind in a different, better fashion. This seemed to mollify them for the moment, but I could still tell that they did not agree with me in the least.
 
My tribe deserves better than a wake of death and bloodshed to be their legacy. When I die, when I well and truly die, I want my name to be remembered for the good I did, for the friends I had made, and for the knowledge, wisdom, and Light I brought to others. If I can do that, then perhaps all the sins of my past might be absolved and I can go on unto the afterlife to find those I love and be among them without shame.
 
Hakiro and I parted ways not long after, but not before she made the remark that Shashona reminded her of her little brother. It was, perhaps, the first time Hakiro had ever made mention of any of her family to me. Granted, when I pointed it out they seemed to realize their mistake and spoke no further on it. Still, it was more than I had heard from them prior, so I will take my small gains where I find them.
 
Hakiro has also expressed a want to meet Borador on my suggestion. Hakiro has no friends upon the Alliance, for she despises them and how they view the Horde as naught but monsters, brutes, and unruly beasts. all while espousing their own purity and detachment from entities like the Scarlet Crusade who are just as monstrous. I told her that Borador is a good, even-tempered dwarf who has had to overcome his own hurdles concerning the Horde with our friendship, just as I have had to overcome my hurdles concerning the opposite. I told Hakiro that if she would start anywhere, perhaps it would be best to start with a member of the Alliance who has already been vetted by someone she knows. I have written to Dori to ask him about it, we shall see what he says.