Look to the sun.
Who knew how long they'd kept their tireless vigil, undying flames held high...
The sun was sinking over the fjord, turning the air to gold. In the sky above, the Northern Lights already danced. Rothorin took a slow sip of his beer, adjusted the fresh bandages on his weary body, and thought that even the crisp air felt just a bit warmer under that gilded light.
The Old Ladies raided again last night. I missed the gathering again because groceries must be bought, but they were kind enough to wait for me on Rhyolith. I was so happy to get to pop in and join everybody. Instant fun. It's like being at a party full of a bunch of friends. We laugh our way through things and I think I probably completely flubbed the mechanics on Alysrazor because I had no idea what I was doing but we got her down anyhow, so it's all good.
Pretty axes dropped for people and lots of trinkets. Silly raid, we don't want your trinkets, we want shiny transmoggable goodies! But a few of those dropped too and Tome's Cat turned into a gorgeous fire kitty with the help of some seeds. Tyl really thinks those fire kitties should be tamable. But since they're druids and all he'll just have to live without. (Which is just as well because I think Snowthorn would get jealous and cranky)
I was sad not to be able to stick around in hopes of doing an LFR afterwards. Luperci was going to tank and I think it would have loads of fun. We'd have been almost half the raid. :D But the household was threatening to mutiny if there wasn't dinner so off I went. Maybe next time (I hope.)
This is some of the most fun I've ever had running around in raids. It's relaxing, everybody is friendly and there is lots of laughter over vent. I can't believe I forgot to get a single screenshot of everybody!