I have many faults, one of which is I don’t take compliments well. I’ve worked way too hard on my inferiority complex to have some moron try to ruin it by saying nice things about me. But alas, it does sometimes happen and Alas is the moron of the moment. She has graciously sent me a guest post to use during vacation. She even put some thought into making her post title fit in with my homage to the TV show Friends by starting it with “The One Where..” Which means I would have felt bad, eventually, if I pretended I never received it. So I decided I might as well post it. I now present to you a guest post by my dear friend Alas from Kiss My Alas…
When I first met Elfi, I had no idea that I was meeting someone who is everything that Elfi is: smart, funny, generous, kind and so positive it makes even the most curmudgeonly person smile just to see her log in and then – usually many minutes later, whenever she got back from wherever she had wandered of to – easily and modestly return all the cries of “Elfi!” that would have poured in while she was… wherever she was.
I was very much getting into raiding when Elfi first joined my guild. I was always too busy in those days to really lend a hand with anything that didn’t revolve somehow around raid preparedness and the level cap. I probably was mostly decked out in epics and I probably thought I was pretty badass. It was somewhere in the midst of this, months and months after I first welcomed Elfi to the guild, that I finally happened across her in the world for the first time.
It was in Zangarmarsh, as I recall. I had known Elfi had some aspirations to heal for our raids at some point down the road. What I hadn’t quite picked up on was that if I happened to chance across her in the wider world, she would be merrily attempting to kill things while shaped like a tree.
She had my sympathies. After all, I had been stubbornly stupid enough to level my priest in holy spec, stopping after every kill to drink and lining the pockets of drink sellers the whole world over. But I had done that with my eyes open to the inherent difficulties (which might make me more stupid, now that I think on it). Did Elfi know she was doing things the hard way?
At and I helped her nuke her way through a few quests, escorting that cow who insists on being captured by creatures 1/3 of her size, and then I think we were off to other things. But I had a little piece of the Elfi puzzle with me.
I knew she wasn’t the sort of person who simply assumed other guildies had nothing better to do than to help her. At and I had to talk her into letting us help out for a few minutes. And her long silences in guild chat punctuated with her occasionally saying something drop dead funny weren’t contrived. She was as funny with what she could pack into a few minutes of joint questing as she was with her carefully placed contributions to guild chat. And, bless her, she was leveling as a tree.
Eventually, I got to meet Elfi the real life person. We had a LAN party at the home of our mutual friend and we later met up with other guildies at a Renaissance Faire in St. Louis. And it was only then that I at last identified what I think of as Elfi’s best trait. Elfi has a way of looking at things that makes them seem new and, even better, she has a knack for spreading that almost childlike enthusiasm to everyone around her.
It’s that trait that makes me so glad she started up this blog. Too often, it seems, most people forget to take the time to revel in the wonderful place that Azeroth is. I know I let it become too common and cheapen the sense of wonder and the feelings of awe I felt upon first seeing all the varied corners. Elfi brings new eyes to old scenes for me, and rekindles the magic I first felt. She reminds me what a wonderful world we get to muck about in and reminds me what precious gems we might find in the people who inhabit it.
For those things, I am grateful. I hope many more people will be able to enjoy Elfi’s optimistic and exuberant spirit as much as I do.