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❧ new on balderdash! • • • chapter v, pages 77-81 • beginning of chapter v

Afia intended to journey from Bakunini to the closest port in the River Valley, which was located in an insignificant little town called Löffel. According to her grandmother, this journey up the Merle River would take a little over three weeks. While the port was not particularly far, her grandmother’s boat was not meant for anything other than the casual wandering of a Hermit Seer.

Life on the Merle was significantly quieter than home. Although Afia spent plenty of time on her own, the absence of distractions like plays, libraries, people-watching, and friendly visits with family made her journey very lonely. Grandma wasn’t much for conversation. Everything she said to Afia either turned into an anecdote or a sermon. While Afia relished hearing it all, it made for poor company.

At the very least, Afia had a lot of time to think.

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hierarchical-aestheticism:

Midwinter - Sanctuary Stone

A young man on a light black horse
Came riding through the wind and rain
Afraid of those who came behind
To try to take him back again
Seven times ‘round put your ear to the ground
Can you hear the devil calling?
All on your own by the sanctuary stone
As the winter rain starts falling
For he had slain his own true love
The day before they were to wed
He’s mounted on his big black steed
And left his lady lying dead
Seven times ‘round put your ear to the ground
Can you hear the devil calling?
All on your own by the sanctuary stone
As the winter rain starts falling
He’s rode all through the day and night
And rode again another day
But still they follow close behind
That never he might ride away
Seven times ‘round put your ear to the ground
Can you hear the devil calling?
All on your own by the sanctuary stone
As the winter rain starts falling
At last he’s reached the sanctuary stone
Time to stop and rest a while
So here’s to you my young men all
You’ll never take me without trial
Seven times ‘round put your ear to the ground
Can you hear the devil calling?
All on your own by the sanctuary stone
As the winter rain starts falling

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