Though not of bark and sap, the Satyr are friends of the forest. To see them depicted with such skill warms my core.

When I see trees lining the roads, I can only think of how glorious the revolution will be.

The winds of winter blow well today. Contrary to what you would think, I am quite fond of it. Winter is a time of rest and hibernation that is well-needed.

Dwarves fear me, Dryads want me.

Can't fall asleep, summer pushed too far into autumn. We will see if I stay awake through winter as well.

they’re opening a wizards-r-us near the old oak .. ugh but i wanna keep supporting my indie apothecary