netherwork | @daughter-sea

Winter is upon us, and if it is as I fear, it shall not be kind. Forgive my absence, I am taken quite ill and there was far too much to do to speak too long.

For those that brought me what they could, I have preserved it and stored it. It is ready for you to collect when you are able.

For all else, since it seems I have been ordered to stay a-bed for the most part until my strength returns, perhaps someone might play a game with me? It is very simple, you must come with a rhyme to match mine, then we continue until one of us cannot think of a line, I shall begin:

There once was a lady with a basket of berries-

I would be much obliged as I am frightfully bored.

Yours in faith and in courage against the long dark,

Queen Gilia St. Loe, Daughter-Sea, She Who Sings the Ocean to Prosperity and the Endless Wail.

[ooc: real life ate me so damn hard, please just assume Gilia's be bed ridden and sick for the entire month and people could have checked up on her and told her to go back to sleep every time she protested being busy.]