i know, it's getting a little out of hand, really.

so's she, though.

as if she had a brain, pff

// oh look, it's nora from himym

crow's bones, it's cold today.

sometimes, just sometimes, he wished for more than just dunland. better horizons surely waited ahead, adventures to be had, new worlds to see. but, alas, he was a crow of dunland, and in dunland he must remain.

// goes for here too.

// just to update everyone.

// what's the time? it's "i've got covid so i'm going to promote this solo, my favourite solo i've ever written, in the hopes that some of you will read it out of covid-related pity" time.

// still feeling rough and in a sort of recovery mode, will likely be around more tomorrow though for replies an' sich

// covid has knocked my ass OUT i tell you what, gang

plenty of crows about this morning. not sure what's going on.

the gods of dunland are cruel, more often than not. any sign is usually a bad one. death's coming, probably. or someone pissed in the ale.

ah, but death in numbers, that's what the signs are for. crows are often a sign of battle, whether that's to come or that's what's been though is any man's guess.

that's all well and good, but he'd rather they arise elsewhere than his corner. they've troubles enough in dunland as it is.

// i promise i'll get replies out either later today or tomorrow, by the way

// have posted this on my hotd accounts, but just to cover all bases: i haven't abandoned or forgotten about any accounts, i've just been mad busy tryna sort out moving house, and will try to get stuff out asap 😅