What an amazing day. I do not know where to start...
Oh yes, Daethon has returned from his rites in Tanaris. We sat by the pond and he told me about his amazing adventures in the desert with the Sandfury Trolls. We went for a little trip down to the faire grounds. I realised last week when I 'borrowed' father's kodo to journey with the Earthspear through the Barrens, that I will need a mount of my own in order to keep up with my tribe mates. Unfortunately now that father has disowned me and cast me out I have little in the way of money. I have the clothes on my back, my little coyote totem, Grandmother's owl figure, a few personal odds and ends like this old journal, and my Grandmother's old armour. I'll admit it, I stole it. I won't be going back to father so I have no means to return it. I was feeling rightly horrible about it until Daethon pointed out that my Grandmother and I were so joined in spirit, I know it to be true that she would have wanted me to have it. I feel better thinking that I am honouring her wishes.
So I made bread. There's not a lot I can do. I can hunt prairie dogs and cook and sew. Not a lot going for me there... So I baked bread to sell at the faire. I saw a human there, can you believe it? But no one wanted my bread. Why would they? They sold these amazing things at the faire called Darkmoon Dogs, they are delicious but I don't recommend eating more than three at a time. I'll have to think of some other way to increase my income. Kodos are expensive.
I ran into Sisika again today. I met her only briefly before, and she was just as strange then. The other's told me she is the Cheiftain's daughter. She sure has a peculiar manner... I'm not sure if I like her or not, she puzzles me.
Oh fantastic news! When Rorark, Roakkeal, Daethon and I were discussing our rites, I admitted that I was concerned. You see, I've never been trained to fight. The only combat experience I've had other than hunting rodents for supper has been once long ago when our caravan was attacked I was shoved in a barrel. That's it. Rorark has offered to train me! I hope I can improve quickly, I will need to approach the Elders in a week for my rites and if I am unprepared than I will dishonour the tribe and my oath.
I'll admit it started poorly. I nearly carved off the... the manparts of my friends. It was then that Rorark switched me to a wooden training weapon. We trained out in the fields of Mulgore until the sun had set and it grew too dark to see. I think I'm getting better. I was abysmal before, now I'm only terrible.
When we rejoined Roakkeal back at the bluffs I saw he was already in the process of attuning his totem with shaman Crowstorm's help. I watched carefully in the hopes that I too would get the chance and Crow didn't let me down. It was a simple little ritual, and I think it helped to attune me to Coyote even more than it helped the wind speak to reach my ears.
It's strange. I've experienced such changing flashes of emotion all week. I was ready to die yesterday from sadness, but today I feel like I could float away on a cloud. Everything will be alright now, I'm sure of it.