Post by Deizibug on Feb 5, 2012 9:38:52 GMT -5
It was that time of year again. The time when Orgrimmar was decked out in everything pink, and red. Hearts plastered everywhere. Vendors barking, "This time, get your sweety something really sweet!"
Deizi'ja wrinkled her nose as she strolled through the city gates. She was immediately hit by an overpowering smell of perfume and chocolate. She hated this time of year; it was just so money-driven and commercialized. Buy this, buy that. You don't love someone unless you lavish them with gifts this week.
Truth be told, Deizi'ja had a mate, and she loved him. Of course, but there was no way she would be caught celebrating this holiday. No way.
Making her way to the Valley of Spirits, a little father away from most of the city's hustle and bustle, she felt a little pang of guilt, almost. Should she takes this time to show her tribe-mates that she cared about them? She seemed to be so busy, she wasn't truthfully sure that they knew she appreciated having them around. She slowed a little as she passed a vendor's cart, taking a long glance at the goblins's wares. Lacey, flowery, pink, sugary, chocolately, over-processed, unnatural...Her nose scrunched up again and she shook her head.
"No, naht dis way." She gave her head a quick shake and hurried on to the inn in the Valley of Spirits.
Deizi'ja wrinkled her nose as she strolled through the city gates. She was immediately hit by an overpowering smell of perfume and chocolate. She hated this time of year; it was just so money-driven and commercialized. Buy this, buy that. You don't love someone unless you lavish them with gifts this week.
Truth be told, Deizi'ja had a mate, and she loved him. Of course, but there was no way she would be caught celebrating this holiday. No way.
Making her way to the Valley of Spirits, a little father away from most of the city's hustle and bustle, she felt a little pang of guilt, almost. Should she takes this time to show her tribe-mates that she cared about them? She seemed to be so busy, she wasn't truthfully sure that they knew she appreciated having them around. She slowed a little as she passed a vendor's cart, taking a long glance at the goblins's wares. Lacey, flowery, pink, sugary, chocolately, over-processed, unnatural...Her nose scrunched up again and she shook her head.
"No, naht dis way." She gave her head a quick shake and hurried on to the inn in the Valley of Spirits.