Tonight was more exploration with Borador, always a welcome respite to my week. I spoke to him first on finding relics and artifacts for Tazzi, explaining the need for them and the tithe she must pay to her elemental debtors. Borador said he knew of a mage within the Kirin Tor, Ourelia, who could likely direct us toward the right places to find such things. She may be unable to help, if the Kirin Tor keep her hands tied about it, but if that is so then we will simply have to find another way to help Tazzi.
Our first stop, though, was a modest cave in Un'goro. It was a place that was dear and special to me for the cave interior was limned with crystals of every shape, size, and hue. They gleamed with a light all their own, casting rainbow fractals throughout the cave. It was a wonder that always took my breath away. I have only ever shared it with Sorvitsune, Rory, and now Borador. My mother used to bring me here in my youth every year on my Day of Life and have me select any crystal of my choosing that she would then take all the way to Silvermoon City to have crafted into a piece of jewelry. I kept every single one until Taurajo fell. Like so many things in my life, they burned or were looted in the aftermath.
In the years since Taurajo, I came here every year on my Day of Life just to sit in the rainbow glow of the crystals. Back then, I still believed that my face and my scars were punishment from the Earthmother, destruction of my earthly beauty. So I would come here and sit within the glow, letting the myriad colors dance across my pale hide and for a little while I could believe myself beautiful again. Now, though, in my renewed confidence and my mounting self-esteem, I can look at this place with love and fondness as I remember my mother, and remember the hope that it gave me when I had none.
It came as a surprise that Dori had never before seen this place, he who is an intrepid explorer. I found that oddly pleasing, that I could take such a worlds-wise dwarf and show him something he had not come across before.
It is always such a pleasure to talk to Dori. We discuss philosophy, politics, history, culture, I share with him all that I know of shu'halo, our beliefs, our traditions, and he shares the same with me of his dwarvish kin. I learned about the significance of dwarvish beards! Dori even allowed me to touch his, which is something that is not typically allowed. Much like the touching of ears and tails among shu'halo, it is a privilege reserved for trusted individuals. Even among my own friends, only Rory, Tazzy, and Qiao have ever been permitted to touch either ears or tail. Mostly ears. Except for Rory.
It is exceedingly rare to have conversations like these back in Orgrimmar. Usually, they revolve around darkness and danger, trauma and trouble; if not that which has been wrought by Elizaveta, then by the myriad forces beyond our circle of friends that seem to put one or all of us in some manner of jeopardy. It is just a comforting feeling of normalcy to talk about other things, even if it is only for a short while. We got so caught up in conversation that we never even left to continue our tour in Pandaria. We simply stayed in the cavern to enjoy the lights.
Were it not for Rory and Tazzi, I would find it exceedingly hard to return to Orgrimmar. It is nice out here.