Khimari’s journal · thread IV

Companions, guilds and the words exchanged on the road.

Day 1 · October 16, 2026

A Short Rest at Camp Narache

There was no one in particular to share the morning with, but I did not let that dampen my spirits. I told a joke, then another, then a third, to whoever might be listening. Then I burst into dance, hooves stamping the dust of the camp.

Day 1 · October 16, 2026

A Short Rest at Camp Narache

There was no one to share it with, so I made my own cheer. Three times I told a joke to the open air, and then I burst into dance, hooves stamping the dust. A shaman may be solemn with the spirits, but a good laugh does no harm.

Day 1 · October 16, 2026

A Short Breath at Camp Narache

Before I went anywhere, I stood in the camp and told a joke. Then I told another, and a third. I cannot say who laughed, but my own spirits were lifted. I finished by bursting into dance, as a Tauren will when the sun is warm and the day is young.