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“Good morning, Miz Kaumaleia!”

“Good morning, Andi.” Kaumaleia waited to hear which of the Tillers the boy thought she ought to appease today.

“You know,” said Andi, “I’ve been thinking. I’ve got it pretty good living here with Uncle Yoon and all these great folks here in the Heartland. But there’s a lot of orphans here in Pandaria who don’t. Even without you outsiders and your silly war, there’ve always been the mantid and the yaungol and the saurok and the hozen… There’s an orphanage in Dawn’s Blossom, and you’ve been so nice about helping out around here that I think you should go see if you can help them out, too.”


Orphan Matron Mai-Lin scowled up at Kaumaleia. “I guess you’re not a yaungol — your face is all wrong.”

“No,” Kaumaleia agreed, “I am not a yaungol. I am a taunka from Northrend, as far to the north of the world as Pandaria is to the south.”

“Hmph,” said the Matron. “Well, it’s about time one of you outsiders took some responsibility for the consequences of your actions. The massacres at Pearlfin Village and Grookin Hill and the battle at Serpent’s Heart left a lot of young jinyu and hozen family-less and homeless.” She looked over her shoulder at the youngsters peeping curiously around the door- and windowframes of the orphanage building, and though her face softened, they all ducked.

Orphan Matron Mai-Lin considered for a moment, then walked into the building, motioning for Kaumaleia to stay outside. Through the windows, Kaumaleia could see monkey-like hozen and fish-like jinyu tussling in a way that strongly reminded her of the wolvar and gorloc children at the Dalaran orphanage. She watched as the children settled down in the Matron’s wake. The Matron selected one of the older-looking hozen, briefly spoke with him (or her? Kaumaleia had difficulty distinguishing the males from the females), and then brought the child outside.

“Bonzo is almost old enough that soon it will be time for him to leave the orphanage and decide what he wants to be in the world. Perhaps you can help him with this choice.”

Bonzo gazed up at Kaumaleia with complete awe for a few moments. Then he grinned and asked, “Can I ride on your shoulders?”

“Of course you may,” said Kaumaleia, dropping to one knee and holding out a hand for him to climb up.

Orphan Matron Mai-Lin smiled. “I think you two will get along just fine. Oh, and don’t mind the gloves. He’s a bit… pugnacious, but they’re all he’s got to remember his family by.”


When Kaumaleia asked Bonzo where he wanted to go and what he would like to see, he thought for a minute or two before replying.

“Didja hear about how Ken-Ken the hozen monk cured Zhu’s Watch of the super-sads?” he said at last, “He trained at Tian Monastery, up on the next big mountain to the north of Dawn’s Blossom. They’ll teach anybody — pandaren, hozen, slimy jinyu, even strangers like you! Maybe I could be a monk, too… Let’s go check it out!”

“Wow, I didn’t think being a monk would be so much work! But I’ll do the work if it means I get to eat all that great food!”


“Some hozen don’t get along very well with anyone. Some hozen get along great with everyone… well, everyone that’s not jinyu.” Bonzo paused for a moment and made a face. “Anyhow, some hozen get along so well with pandaren that they work with them on their farms. I heard that there’s a hozen in the Heartland who has his own farm! His name is Chee Chee, and he raises sheep! I wanna visit him and find out how he did it. Um, does it, I guess?”

“Lookit all those frikfraks decorating Chee Chee’s house! Toldja he was important. Are you gonna help him save his sheep from those Kunzen hozen? They sound like they’re the kind that don’t get along with anyone.”


“I know, I know!” Bonzo exclaimed, “I wanna be a pirate! The Matron doesn’t let us have parties at the orphanage very often, but pirates have fun parties all the time! There’s some hozen pirates that hang out at a place called Unga Ingoo. It’s one of the islands that surrounds the Nayeli Lagoon off the coast of Krasarang Wilds. Can we go to a pirate party?”

“That would have been a more fun beach party if those pirates weren’t so mean… Can I keep the Golden Banana?”


Bonzo looked pensive as they returned to Kaumaleia’s lodgings at the Lazy Turnip.

“You know that hozen tribes have two chiefs, right?” he said. “A hunting-chief and a legend-chief. My Mam-mam was the best legend-chief Grookin Hill ever had! I miss her stories. The Matron tries, but she doesn’t tell a story nearly as good. You know who might, though? The pandaren have a great legend-chief, Lorewalker Cho, who lives in the library at Mogu’shan Palace. I wonder what kind of stories he tells about hozen?”

“Hahaha! That was a great story! I will have lots of good stories to tell the others at the orphanage now!”

As they left the Seat of Knowledge, Bonzo jumped around Kaumaleia excitedly, tugging at the edges of her armor.
“I was gonna ask if we could go visit Emperor Rikktik’s Tomb, but then I thought of something even better! The Timeless Isle has come back, and the Monkey King is there! The Monkey King! From the legends! Oh, can we go see him, please-please-please?”

“I bet the Monkey King always talks in riddles like that because he is so wise. Emperor Shaohao was lucky to have a hozen for his greatest friend!”

Kaumaleia asked Bonzo what he would like for a treat before he went back to Dawn’s Blossom. The young hozen looked around, then began vigorously sniffing the air.

“Noodles!” he cried, bounding off toward Noodle-Maker Monmon’s cart. Kaumalea bought them both a bowl of Crazy Snake Noodles, and they sat at one of the nearby tables to eat them. Bonzo slurped his noodles enthusiastically.

“Oh yeah, these are real hozen noodles!” he cheered at Noodle-Maker Monmon, who responded with a fist-pump. “Noodlemonger Chin at Dawn’s Blossom tells you he makes the only noodles worth eating. His noodles are the best in town, for sure… but these are better!” He sobered for a moment. “They remind me of the ones my Pap-pap used to make… That’s it! I should learn how to cook! I’ll be the best noodle cook and the best storyteller of all the hozen in Pandaria. Yeah!”


inspired by Noxychu’s “Bad Example” artwork on Wowhead

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I first posted this in June, while we were in Paris. It didn’t get a lot of response, and I wondered if people had just missed it due to time-of-day issues — it was about 3 am for North American time zones when I published the post. So now that the Darkmoon Faire is here again, I’m re-posting it.

Since After I finished my little dragons, I’ve been working I worked on this when I go went to my [Halifax] ward Relief Society’s Tuesday morning sewing group. It’s been It was quite a fun little project. The finished banner is about six inches wide and ten inches long. The white crescent is two layers — otherwise, it wouldn’t have been opaque enough. The star and the pupil of the eye are embroidered on the felt. I’d like to do another little banner like this, though I probably won’t start the project until after my move later this summer I’m not quite sure where I’ll find the time. Of the city banners, the Ironforge banner seems like it would most easily translate into a felt-and-embroidery design.

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You guys… I knew that this having a full time job thing would be a lot of work, and that it would be hard, and that it would keep me very busy, but ai yi yi… I managed to be prepared enough for the first day or two of classes, but I’ve had to spend some late nights on campus this week to stay even just a little ahead in my prep of where I am in class. I’m struggling with the pacing; I am about a lecture behind my syllabus schedule of topics in both my classes and will probably have to push back the dates for my first midterm exams. I’m going to have to put in some serious prep time over the next couple of months to get enough ahead that I’ll actually be able to afford to take the night off from work to go to Draenor and meet the Warlords on November 13th. I’ve also been developing a crisis of confidence this week as I’ve overheard what my fellow new-hire professor in the next office is doing with his students. I have to keep reminding myself that just because he’s set himself the goal of being the BEST chemistry professor on campus, this isn’t really a competition. I don’t have to try to do the kinds of things he’s doing — I just need to be the best I can be with my own personal teaching philosophy and style.

Classes have been in session for a week and a half now. Before that, I had a week and a half of various sorts of faculty meetings. I drew a lot of doodles in the notebook I was given at the first of those meetings… (more…)

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BTH and I flew back to Canada on Wednesday, only to find that our home internet had gone out. It took us until this afternoon to get it back online.

Among the many museums I visited while in Paris, I became particularly interested in going to the musee du quai Branly when I saw signs advertising that they had a temporary exhibition about the Plains Indians. I visited the wonderful Palais de la decouverte earlier that morning (it opens an hour before the Branly) and my camera’s memory card filled up just before I went in, so I was glad, when I finally got to the Branly, that I’d remembered to bring a sketchbook and some colored pencils.

This dress is based on a Lakota/Cherokee woman’s dress from around 1825, and the baby carrier is based on one made by the Dakota around 1840.

When I went into the museum’s permanent collection, these masks from Vanuatu, which apparently represent ogres of the local mythology, immediately reminded me of WoW’s Trolls:

The main body of the mask is a red clay, with designs painted in black. One mask stood out because it had a round face instead of an elongated one and bright blue paint instead of black. My sketches don’t adequately convey the strong dimensionality of the noses, eyebrows, and lips.

Our travels in Germany took us to Wurtzburg. Walking over the Alte Mainbrucke immediately reminded me of the bridge into Stormwind.

click on the images to visit the sites from which I borrowed them

Our last stop was in Freiberg, where we spent the weekend visiting with BTH’s parents, who have been there for the past 18 months as missionaries specifically called to serve in the Freiberg Temple. Senior couple missionaries have fewer restrictions on their activities than the young proselyting missionaries do, so on Monday (their day off), they took us to see the Terra Mineralia museum housed in one wing of the Freiberg schloss. The many huge crystal formations showcased in the collection — especially the amethysts — reminded me of the Draenei. They are also reminiscent of the areas of Outland where netherdrakes are found.

These aren’t quite the same thing as Syrco’s wonderful “What in WoW reminds you of your home?” prompt, though, so I shall have to address it properly sometime.

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Banners, Banners Everywhere!

Since I finished my little dragons, I’ve been working on this when I go to my ward Relief Society’s Tuesday morning sewing group. It’s been quite a fun little project. The finished banner is about six inches wide and ten inches long. The white crescent is two layers — otherwise, it wouldn’t have been opaque enough. The star and the pupil of the eye are embroidered on the felt. I’d like to do another little banner like this, though I probably won’t start the project until after my move later this summer. Of the city banners, the Ironforge banner seems like it would most easily translate into a felt-and-embroidery design.

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The preview of the new female Night Elf model released this week has inspired me to post this story, which I wrote primarily during summer and autumn of 2011.


I don’t remember the glory of Zin’Azshari or the decadence of the Highborne.

I don’t remember the War of the Ancients or the Sundering of the world.

My mother once told me that there were more kaldorei children born in the fifty years immediately following Illidan Stormrage’s creation of the second Well of Eternity and the planting of Nordrassil by the Aspects than there were in the previous — or following — five hundred.

Scorned, derided, and shunned by the kaldorei, the remaining Highborne kept to themselves, but we occasionally saw them walking around the very outskirts of Constellas, where we lived. As a child and a youth, I was intensely fascinated by their pale, solemn, haughty countenances and their richly-decorated, yet increasingly threadbare apparel. My parents grew tired of my continual pestering to know more about them. After my father’s patience finally broke and he shouted at me — “Arcane magics destroyed our world! They are forbidden for a reason! Do not seek after them any more!” — I stopped asking about the Highborne… but when I had come of age, my parents could not prevent me from associating with them.

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(for reference: The Underpowered Death Knight and the Orphans, Matron Kaumaleia)

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