Actually had that thought. especially once I get a feel for which lands will be best for farming mats 
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Good Morning Everyone!!!
The thread is still hanging, by a thread!!
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Remember, pigs are illegal on some planets
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Is anyone here an Enchanter? I require help. ;;
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Is it the fact you cant DE greens?
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Nvm. Found out lol.
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Blood Elves make terrible cat owners 
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Poor kitty, Iâm sure she didnât mean too, just donât practice magic around pets.
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âIâm sure that⌠Little feline creature wouldâve been fine! A little heat isnât so bad! ⌠⌠Thereâs a reason dwarves donât keep cats by the forgesâŚâ
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Iâm still hoping for Slimesaber to be in shop. Iâm hoping the tree mount is campfire flammable.
âAlways need fuel for the forge!â
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Magical campfire logs, I love it. Since its magic tree wood, we only need one to last us 5 years.
âOr burn extra hot for a shorter while!â
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(Lady Cyndi Lou wanders back in.)
Colors are still screwy, but I think I have most of my lingual faculty back. I put on a podcast in the background, and I think hearing people talk is actually helping me better focus on making sense of my own thoughts. Maybe itâs just derailing the other two trains of thought.
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âHow are your colors all screwy? Not sure I understand.â
âThis is that prose I mentionedâŚâ
âOh Lady Artâ
âBy Meâ
âWhat an unpredictable mistress you are. As untameable as a wild young man, as fickle as a romantic woman. You mystify, and tease my senses, while keeping just enough out of reach, to keep me hooked.
Sometimes you linger on the fringes of my thoughts. Other times you relentlessly hound me, till I, so willfully, exhaust your need for me. Then you run and hide. Tempting me to give chase. Till my confusion rises, to the swelled proportions of a tidal wave.
Your, bizarre, laughter tickles my emotions. Whispering promises of master pieces and dreams fulfilled. Your challenge is like an addiction. Sparks flashing through my reality. You taunt me with concepts of unfathomable depths. Then, suddenly, you burst forth with an ocean of ideas, till I go mad trying to complete them all.
Once completed, Your fruits hang on my walls and surround my sight. Beckoning me to dive into the farthest reaches of my mind, to add to the family. I dust away the cobwebs to search the darkest corners of my soul.
With you, I express my pain. Through you, I escalate to the top of my joy. Those, rare, moments you allow me a finished expression are liken to a literal, and mental, rapture. Harmony, pain, ecstasy, sorrow, joy, love and separation. A potpourri of sensations, melding together, until black and white become fused into intimate shades of grey.
âRestâ, you say, when you know my dreams just bring more creative fuel for your greedy fire. You come, and go, as you please, on the winds of the gods. Your will is as whimsical as a child, at play. I beg, but you do not come. I coax, yet, you only laugh lightly, and dance away.
Only when I turn my back. Only when I choose to wait for your mood to release me, do you silently step up and tap me on the shoulder, like a young one playing tag.
Together we climb mountains, fight pirates and build castles on the clouds. We have known perfect love and dined on mystery.
Separated, you are but a notion and I am only human. Hand in hand we are invincible, immortal. Destined to ride on the tail of the eternal comet and live longer than the song of the bards. Our combined spirit engulfs the whole of everything, unlocking doors many fear to pass through.
Dancing with the elves, and flying on dragons, is not new to us. Nor are silver goddesses, rainbow bridges and picnics on the moon. We thrive on sunsets and meadows. We feed on fairy cakes and mead. Anyone is welcome to join us. They have, only, to unlock their chains.
We crave our others. Yours is a boat for your sail. Mine is a soul inspired. He is there. We have felt him. We have touched him. We have tasted him. Wasnât he there when first we flew, and swam the purple sea? Didnât he hold our hand the day we climbed the giantâs tree? Wasnât he that gentle hand that caught us when we fell? Yes, I know it was him, he told me so himself.
Symbiotically we support each other. You feed us fantasies, I serve us with tangibility and he pours the wine of inspiration. No longer are the stars out of range.We are now complete. We are now unlimited. One force of power launching a new reality. We dare to shape visions the gods only dream of.
Few understand passion the way we do. Even less understand fate as we see it. Many are afraid to take your hand and journey with you through the unknown. I have no choice. You are in my blood and all through my spirit. Itâs true, you will never release me, just as I can never forsake you.
Bound by eternity, we will always be one. Dependent, on each other, like the flowers and the rain.â
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Itâs a bit hard to explain. Blobs of color are sort of going through a prism refraction. So, the WoW website is this gnarly brown, but instead Iâm seeing blue, green, and red.
The way you describe it there is very vivid. I definitely donât think Iâve ever experienced anything even approaching a creative spark like that.
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âI have been writing, drawing, sewing, and much more, since I was a child. It kept me sane, through the hell that was my life.â