as we hear the raven's cry.

I'm sort of craving crepes and carousels in the
dark and snow. But, alas, this is not for me.

I went to admire the chainmail top I've been lusting over,
but it's no longer there to be lusted over. I'm a little
letdown, but hey. There'll be more chainmail,
there must be!







I bet Klingons listen to Amon Amarth.