This morning Cat went to harvest her crops and saw that those pesky Red Crane Champions were up to their old tricks. More taunting email, they really need to grow up, sheesh. What’s this! It’s not from those sore losers it’s from Arvash!
Arvash of The Crimson Hammer is the Master of Azerothian Magic, if there’s a wondrous toy, pet or mount Arv most likely has it and he had sent one to me! Cat was squeeing, “It’s a Nightsaber Cub! It’s a Nightsaber Cub! It’s wonderful!”
She wanted to make it feel at home and settle in before it started the journey that is a Battle Pet’s lot, endless killing sprees and bloody battles. That will come later, for now she wanted to make Arv feel welcome.
They headed to Shadowglen where many of Arv’s relatives were waiting to greet him. He started stretching and yawning so I think he felt at home.
Cat reminisced with Arv about her wonderful early years as a Druid just starting out. She remembered
not getting Cat Form until about freaking level 30 and being beaten … she remembered swimming out to the back of beyond to gain Aquatic Form … okay Arv never mind, maybe the old days weren’t all as great as I remembered but this is where it all started, so it’s a special place.
Arv was getting along and making friends with the other pets, he seemed anxious to start his career. Cat wanted to thank Arvash, so she left to find him. She thought Greatfather Winter would be the one to ask, surely he’d know Arv’s whereabouts.
Now Cat does knows about the faction thing, she just really doesn’t get it … well, except for Garrosh, so she headed out to Orgrimmar although I told her I thought that a bad idea and the reception she’d get wouldn’t be what she expected. Of course she didn’t listen, she insisted on talking to Arv’s Greatfather.
Greatfather was very surprised to say the least, when he saw her. “What the … do you have a death wish Druid? What are you doing here?
“I want to know where Arv lives to thank him. He’s a handsome Paladin, a great hero of the Horde, I’m sure you must know him.”
“For someone with such BIG EARS you don’t listen well, I’m trying to help you out, someone’s going to notice you soon, scat cat, move along. Your rl human has a blog, thank him there where it’s safe. Now scoot, out of here!”
I reminded Cat of her total lack of prowess at PvP and that Greatfather had a point, so she agreed to thank Arv in a post.
Arv, thanks SO MUCH! I really love my little Arv. My Crunchy Scorpion has taken over his training, he thinks he’ll go far.
And another big thanks to everyone for the wonderful presents and for your company and comments, Winter Veil hugs to all!
Oh no … I’m getting all weepy and sappy. Okay … what to do. I got it!
No, that’s not MY family … but there’s a dog.