WOW IT'S LIKE I'VE NOT BEEN ON MY COMPUTER IN ALMOST A WEEK LOL WHAT IS THIS......

(Yeah I felt like I needed to answer this ask once I was officially back on my computer, sorry this took so long.)

Is your character knowledgable? Is it the knowledge earned from experience or from books?

All of my Blood Elf characters (Nuellen, Mellarue, Tanwynn) have had advanced academic learning and then higher learning in certain skills or trades, Mellarue and Tanwynn probably have a bit more political learning than Nuellen, but seeing that she's lived longer than the other two and her aspirations for higher rank in the Farstriders, she's been making efforts to be much more learned. Their learning has all been a combination of experience and book-learning.

My trolls have only basic knowledge of their skills and the world around them from experience. Shi can read, but she only reads what comes out of Xul'ili's library while Itsuna cannot.

I’ll do both! :D

Tanwynn: 

It was an early evening out and Tanwynn had suggested she and Samuel could go have dinner somewhere nice and then a walk around Silvermoon. It was truly a lovely and peaceful night, but something started to nag at her that it should be more than just peaceful. She started to tease him playfully, smiling and nudging him with her hip. Smirks were flashed here and there until finally, he gave her a look of his own.

"What’s gotten into you tonight?"

"I can tell you what hasn’t…yet." She chuckled before suddenly feeling a whoosh of air. Strong hands had grabbed her sides and soon she saw the road beneath her as Sam seemed to be finding his way back home. Or maybe a room for the night? Either way, she couldn’t hold back the boisterous laugh that she felt.

Mellarue:

Early morning just outside of Brill was a cool, crisp one, and after a long night of training with Relleron, the priestess was still too tired to get out of bed. She could hear the sounds of movement and her breathing body pillow wasn’t within reach, which meant she would have to get up.

Eventually.

There was a good morning said to her from outside the tent, but she merely groaned and rolled over, muttering into her blankets, “Five more minutes.”

"You’ve said that the past fifteen minutes. I have to put down the tent now, everything else has been cleared up."

She grunted her response and shrank into herself some more. Normally she could get up just fine and be her cheery self, but perhaps that little extra bit of sleep was something her own body wanted for her. She wouldn’t be getting that opportunity though, when she felt a strong hand grasp her ankle and pull. With a yelp, she rolled onto her back and blinked away the morning light, stunned as she felt herself being hoisted up and thrown over a shoulder.

"Augh, hey! Alright! Put me down, I gotta get dressed." She gave a small kick and wiggled a bit as she did so.

"Stop flailing so much, and I will…" She heard him chuckle, "…but if you don’t want to, it’s all the same to me. I don’t mind the view this morning."

Let's do the thing!

((GET READY FOR THE FLUFF WAVE. maybe. probably.))

It's been a week and a half now.

She stared at her plate, slowly chewing on the dinner she had made for the both of them. It was simply made, knowing he could always add anything to spice it up, but without proper use of her cut hand, she had a hard time making anything special. Her mind was free to wander, but it didn't seem to go very far. She looked up to see Sam to her left at their table, eating quietly and focusing on cutting the piece of meat on his plate. She watched his face until she saw his hand rest against the table, looking instead to that.

She swallowed and thought about the one demand she had made to him when they were finally reunited. "When do you think we'll renew our vows?"

He seemed to be stunned that she spoke up during dinner. She had been quiet most times of the day unless he had spoken to her first. With mouth full of food, it took him a moment until he was finished with his bite, "Whenever you would like, Tanwynn."

"How about this week?" She looked back up at his face, seeming hopeful that he wouldn't say no. And how could he?

"Of course," he smiled a small smile and tilted his head, "and what made you bring that up now?"

"I'll be honest," she said as she reached for his hand, grasping it gently with that bandaged hand of hers, "I love you. But most of the time, I feel like I've let in a stranger into our home when I look at you."

They both seemed a little sad at that comment of hers, but he was being extraordinarily understanding for her, nodding quietly. She inhaled and squeezed that hand of his, "So... I think we should have a few nights out, instead of being here all the time and then when the end of the week comes, we'll renew our vows. And then. Probably work on the house some more, I want it to look totally different."

She had looked around the dining room, thinking of a brighter color in her mind.

He hadn't let go of her hand, watching her the whole time while she kept that tight grip on his hand. "Anything for you, my love. Where do you want to go first?"

She thought about her answer carefully, "Shattrath, I think."

He laughed low, "Quite the trip for just a night out."