So it seems that when you only have a few short months left in a pregnancy that you should let your cousin invite you on a trip which involves several fight or die fights, or give in when you're told to play bait to a village of cannibals. Or growl at a death goddess. It's apparently one way to go into early labor. Luckily Flora had a trump that ( Read more... )

Change is coming. I can feel it, and logic dictates that nothing else could happen. I'm also told that while I shouldn't forget the past, that I also shouldn't dwell on it. Not an easy thing to do. But I fear that enemies may become friends, and friends enemies. I'll mourn the loss of those friends, but I can't let it change my mind ( Read more... )