Thu 2nd May 2024 03:53

Soup for the Soul

by Sunwalker of An'she Het'heru Silvermane

My night began by stopping off in the Crossroads to attend a "Soup Night" that was being hosted by the Southfury Watch. It was not a populated event, as I have known with some, like the Story Circle but there was enjoyment in it to be had all the same. The Spiced Mango Bisque I was served was like fireworks in the mouth with just enough spice to make a pleasant warmth in the belly. I would have asked for the recipe, but then I would have less incentive to return the next time "Soup Night" is hosted, so they may keep their secrets.
 
Tezel, the hostess of this event, told me that the Southfury have been battling with a Primalist in the region. It was curious that one should find their way all the way out here to the Barrens. Perhaps with their failure to corrupt Amirdrassil, the Primalists now grasp at straws, trying to find a foothold for their power anywhere they might find it. In return for her news, I shared with her the troubles in Stonetalon that are being combatted by the Palehorns and the Wolfmanes. I also updated her on all the events being hosted by the Wolfmane, so that she and her Southfury compatriots might come again and rejoin tribal society if it is something they care to do.
 
I was later joined by Hakiro and Kanikoa. Most of the conversation was the idle banter that I have come to expect in these parts. Though Kanikoa told me of their sudden lapse in electrical energy, which I find curious. I have not ever heard of such things occurring with shaman, a complete absence of the powers that they command. Part of me wishes to consult with Hurskan about it, but Kani does not seem all that enthused about it. I do not care to meddle into affairs in which it might be unwelcome. Kanikoa might be enjoying her time bereft of electrocuting everything she comes into contact with -- including herself.
 
Skarni eventually joined us, too. He was apparently one of the Southfury, once upon a time. He ended up washing the dishes.
 
After that, there was not much of note that was going on, so I returned home to find myself completely alone, which felt strange after having so many coming and going all week. With nothing to keep me wakeful, I went to bed. All part of that “taking better care of myself” routine that everyone keeps telling me I should do.