Our Druids have been 80 for just over two weeks now. They both have a full set of PvP gear and the random battleground always equals Strand of the Ancients so we needed to find something else to occupy our time. The call of the Alt with it’s lilting tempting tune is never far away and so once again we succumbed.
As I’m fast running out of character slots on our home server, I picked up my long abandoned gnome warrior and the Gnomeling made another hunter. This time it’s a Draenei, named in tribute for the song currently stuck in his head.
Westfall has always been one of my favourite zones. It mixes of the Children of the Corn territory with amazing skies and ignoring the rampaging robots, a sense of tranquillity. Every day is harvest, every day is autumnal. You can almost smell the pumpkin pie baking, the smell carried on the crisp evening air.
I really hope that one of these days Blanchy gets to retire somewhere with all the sweet green grass she can eat.
As the sun sets, Westfall is paved with gold. Then as the skies darken, you get those wonderful midnight blues with a tiny sprinkling of stars glistening over head.