Teeth makes me think of Master Merosiel.
I do not want to think about that. I do not want to write about how much I miss him, how much I liked it when he was around. He was not very Quiet, and his emotions often feel like barbed wire crushing my throat, but he has Good Hands and a nice smile even when he shows teeth.
I have not seen Lady Windila since we argued. I think it was an Argument, and not an argument, because she has not come to see me since. It is her fault that Master Merosiel left us, but even so I would like someone to talk to. I do not know anything about children, and I have not seen Master Ryutan lately, either, to talk with him about his daughter.
I wonder if I would be a Good Father or a Bad Father. Lady Windila has yelled at me before for refusing to hold her offspring but I did not want to hurt her. I do not know anything of children; the only one I have talked to or touched before was Re Shi when Master Rahmiel was around, and the boy does not really count, as he is really a proto drake whelp. He is Basic, and does not hurt when he feels. People to (most) Animals are like comparing rocks to rainwater. People are not Gentle, even when they are having Good feelings.
The dead human and the human woman threw murloc eyes at the murloc before I picked him up and we left the city. They threatened to kill and dismember and cook and many other things to the murloc. If it is intelligent enough to protest treatment, should it not be given rights, too, like me? Should I be cooked or dismembered or eaten or killed? I wonder if I am like a murloc, if so. Where is the line drawn between what is People and what is Animal when some animals are more Good than people?
Master Verind (I should not call him Master when he grew upset about it, but this is my place to write, and that is Okay here, is it not?) was a good distraction to keep the dead human and the human woman from following me.
We met up outside the gates, but Master Verind was injured and feared for his safety until he could recover. We went to a small place in the Elwynne forest that I knew about from my times with Baelyn. The little shack was like I remembered it, but it did not smell like Baelyn. It smelled of dust and Old and Lonely.
I let the murloc play with one of the mechanical toys that Master Hieros made for me when I told him I wanted a toy for children. The murloc destroyed it though, by throwing it in the fire I made. I will have to ask Master Hieros for forgiveness and a new toy.
I was able to see what a human looks like without armor; they look like me. This is interesting, I think. No hooves or tail, but that is obvious even with armor on. I would have liked to look more but he grew upset at me and stormed out to rinse his hair in the stream nearby (the human woman, she poured alcohol on him, but I do not know why).
Eventually the murloc ran away. Maybe he had duties, too, and was no longer on leave like me.
Verind left, too, and then the little shack was even more of dust and Old and Lonely.
I sat here to write a little, but it is almost time for me to go back to the crew and to prepare for tomorrow's cargo haul.
Humans are like draenei, and elves are like draenei. Elves are like humans? Murlocs are neither human nor draenei nor elves. They are just murlocs. But they can be like them.
Where is the line? I wonder if I can find something to read on this; knowing the Captain, someday this question will come up and I must have an answer ready. I must always have answers ready or risk being Useful no longer.
I must be Useful.
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