#gartrinus

I love this moment so much, such a nice way to end season, so here's the CG while we work on season 2,

Enjoy your rare Straga smile

Oh Stars, where do I begin to cover everything?

There's very few of my kind that live in St. Selene, so everything I once learned about Goloin history had been from my parents or in the footnotes of history books, written with academic distancing and veiled disdain.

So when I had the opportunity to make a penpal friend, one actually from The Mountain, I was overjoyed! Straga's letters were always brief, but his words contained a quiet passion, a keen eye that saw things for what they were. I'm no ranger or journeyman - I've dedicated my adulthood to studying textiles and tailoring. But to meet Straga in person and to visit the place Goloins call their ancestral home… I became an anthropologist.

Saying farewell to Taranasaya and Katrius, my mother and father, was difficult. Getting permission from my academic mentor, Tzarlemender, was even more difficult. By comparison I thought my time at The Mountain was to be easy.

It was not. Joyful, yes. Heart-rending, yes. Incredibly dangerous, oh goodness yes.

All I could offer the courageous Goloins of The Mountain was my sewing supplies, a beginner's course in Absenphysics, and what little wit I could scrounge together. Ah, but now is not the time to go into the details.

Instead, I'll leave you with this thought: To what lengths would you go to protect a community and their history? Would you pick up a pen, or a sword? Could you draw blood over it?

The little end credit doodles for Decol