18 February
I was obligated today to part ways for a time with my long tresses. I had not considered the full implications of swimming in a tar pit.
Thankfully, I have more than one serviceable robe, thus I can utilize another while the one I was wearing is cleaned. I may be going barefoot for a day or two, but on the springy turf of this crater, it should not be an issue. Most of my gear is fairly easy to be … cleansed, however, my hair did not fare as well.
The goblin hairstylist assured me that shorter hair was quite attractive. I am not certain why she would say that, though I suppose it was an assurance on her part. I was rather distraught when I stepped through my portal into Orgrimmar. I had tried to brush out the remnants of the tar, but there was just so much, it could not be salvaged.
Truly, I did not wish to be seen in such a state. But whether or not I looked…attractive had not entered my thoughts. In the pirate cities I had received some…. Less than savory comments, mostly from inebriated patrons at the inns.
I know Mother has long been celebrated as a great beauty, and I do see some resemblance between us. But for that one thing that so obviously sets us apart- what declares me for what I am. I have long known that the simple facts would keep me separated from most- as evidenced by Mother and the rest of the household. But it is not until recently that I have considered it much.
Will that which makes me different than most keep me from others always? I ask not for love- I know that is unlikely for me, though I do hope in time… All I seek for now is friendship. But who indeed would want to be seen with a half-breed? Especially now my hair is shorn, it is all the more evident.
I know not, but I press onward. There is much study to fill my time at the moment anyhow.
