look at these things
they’re like tiny
but instead of breathing fire they squeak and cuddle
and they have funny ears and noses
I mean really
bats are amazing
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A man leaves his full cup on the balustrade while he goes and fills in holes his hounds have been digging. He walks back up the steps after doing his duty, leans against the railing and prepares to take a sip of his hot, tasty life-nourishing beverage, when he notices something floating just beneath the surface. Peering closer, he notes said object is in the process of coming apart, in much the same way he felt his soul doing, after many, many battles.
He nods. Yes, it is indeed a bird dropping. A rather large and ungainly bird dropping, likely from a rather large and ungainly bird.
He pauses, wipes his brow of the moisture that the light misty rain that surrounds him, looks up at the nearby trees where the culprit was most assuredly watching, waiting to get back to the bird feeder full of delicious seed, which the man, ironically, often replaces in an admittedly futile peace gesture.
The man looks out to the trees with a strange, blank-faced expression, and says:
" Well played, Ser, well played. But the day is mine, for my Lady had the foresight to brew more than one cup. "
He carefully pours the liquid off the edge of the castle wall. Looks outward once more, and, almost an afterthought, reverently says,
" Valar Morghulis. "
He turns, chin up, and without a backward glance, strides back into his holdfast, girding himself for whatever other trials and travails he knows must face.
It had begun.