This might come as a surprise, but… I grew up kind of sheltered. My parents sent me off to study the arcane arts as soon as I was able to grip a wand, and all the other kids of Lady Lissenthria’s Academy of the Arcane (LLAA) decided that I was as pleasant as a grumpy dwarf-man in a tutu.
When my combat magic professor told me that although my arcane barrage was a shimmery spectacle, I was absolutely useless – probably first dead – on the battlefield, I had to get the hell out of there. I went to Kalimdor for the first time and really fell in love with the people. Especially the Taurens! They’re so big and huggable! They give the BEST hugs.
I remember the first time that I reported to Thrall – he was so welcoming and willing to listen. My task at the time felt so small compared to the rest of the Warchief’s concerns, but he listened and took action.
I don’t remember what I was doing in this picture, but it certainly brings back memories. My hair hasn’t been black for five years! OMG!