A peaceful world is a dull world… The elf took a sip of ale as she glanced around the tavern. Folks were far cheerier now that the war was over, but the elf knew it wouldn’t last. She had been in the business for far too long to believe wars ended after stern generals and the bloated nobility signed some papers. And she was fine with that.

My grandmother had a jungle in her backyard. Well, not really, but she had enough plant and animal life back there to make one.

A bright Imbolc to you all! For those unfamiliar with Imbolc, it’s a Pagan and ancient Celtic festival that celebrates the beginning of spring. It’s a reminder that Mother Nature is still “alive” and “stirring” beneath all the winter snow and frost. To me, the festival symbolizes hope, renewal, and new beginnings. In other words, I find Imbolc to be more like a “new year’s day” than January 1st.

Where I imagine an ethnically diverse Middle-earth.

And yes, I’m including Joffrey in that list. *SPOILER WARNING*

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