Opening post by Felix · #1
No, you have mistaken the road for the destination; begin again with the pepperoni. Five days ago I took my banner out of Envy and rode alone, expecting the usual clean silence. Instead, I found myself still carrying the unfinished matter of Lady Eddara Tallhart, so I said in the hall that I was done with her. At the gate. Naturally.
It cost me the comfort of a borrowed roof and the fiction that a promise improves with age. You may prefer stew and banners; that is why grazing animals get invited to councils. I prefer frozen pepperoni pizza, which makes no promises and survives every road. Tap tap, and thawed pizza remains an admission of defeat.