Car Seen in Winterfell! …and other news from the southern towns

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The new cottage in Ebonshire is my favorite hangout* of the moment. I was relaxing there one quiet day (it is always a quiet day in Ebonshire) when news arrived from the south of Winterfell that an automobile had been seen in one of the towns.

It certainly was the talk of the town! Public opinion was strongly against such things. The one exception that seemed to get support was for a Steampunk-style car. One citizen pointed out that Queen Victoria did indeed live long enough that the first autos did come along during her lifetime. So an early car might pass in the southern towns but the car that was being driven through Winterfell was a late-20th century vehicle, a Corvette to be specific.

It made me wonder how one could keep such things from happening here. Do we need a local constabulary?   I do hope not. Chances are such an occurrence may not be seen in Winterfell again for months or years.

 

* popular late 20th century word for a place to visit frequently for relaxation, a “hangout” is a place to hang out as in “I’ve been hanging out at my hangout in Ebonshire” though this would be somewhat redundant

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The appearance of Eventide where Amaranthine once stood was a bit jolting at first. But I knew I would come to be glad for it. To have a view of ships from my house just over the line in Laudanum is most excellent. I plan to move some trees and put my Adirondack chair on the side of the house facing Eventide so I can sip a pint and look at the water and ships.

The Wrath of Whitfield

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I have never told you much about my home in Caledon.

Whitfield Point on Cape Wrath is my escape by the sea. I have a two-story house on this spot on the western coast of Wrath. The sunset view from the grounds, the porches and inside the house are breathtaking. My main collection of maps is housed here. I love to spend time in my map room and listen to my favorite wireless set.

The public area has the ferry landing and a boardwalk-style deck.

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(handbill from the Cape Wrath Ferry)

A Brief History of Whitfield Point

Hudson Whitfield, great-grandfather of the present owner, was one of the first to explore this area. He built a cabin and established a fishing camp which his family and friends used for many summers. By the time the town of Cape Wrath was incorporated by Guv. Shang, the Whitfields had not used the land in some years.

In recent times Danko Whitfield, exploring his roots and looking for a seaside retreat, purchased the property. He erected a private home but desired to keep one of the three parcels that make up the property open to the public, allowing access to its spectacular view of the sunset over the ocean.

He invited the Cape Wrath Ferry Line to place a landing at Whitfield Point. The Caledon National Ferry Line also is available from the point.

Boobies

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It was a Sunday. I was sitting by the fire in my brand new home in Ebonshire, listening to music and sipping some cocoa. All was right with the world.

A crier brought a message of an event taking place in Anodyne with the sauciest of titles, BoobieThon. It was said to be a fundraiser aimed at bringing attention to the problem of cancer of the breast. The crier proclaimed the event featured a kissing booth, fortune telling and other attractions, most notably, bare-breasted women dancing. And all for a worthy cause, of course.

I decided to investigate this BoobieThon as I do like to take part in community events when time allows and am always willing to help out a good charity effort. I am also a man who enjoys a good pair of boobies.

Upon arrival I observed a gypsy caravan with each cart featuring a different attraction. A warm welcome was called to me by the participants including a direct invitation to the kissing booth which I accepted.

The booth was manned (womanned?) by Twee Avedon, a faun who is an active member of the Winterfell community. There she stood, with her boobies visible to all. What a delightful afternoon this was turning out to be! With some slight (but only slight) hesitation I embraced Miss Avedon and she kissed me. I had not previously kissed a faun, I must admit, but I can tell you it was a pleasant experience. It was a polite kiss but a lengthy one. I did surely get my money’s worth. (Thank you Twee!)  And it was for a good cause, of course. I paid the donation box for my kiss. 

Looking around for what to do next I spotted a tent with refreshments and novelties. They were all free and the selection included popcorn. I am not one to pass up popcorn especially when it is free. I took my popcorn to the Tarot card reader and stood in line.

When my turn came I stepped into the booth where Dream Deanimator, another leading Winterfallen, sat with boobies exposed. Miss Deanimator prepared to read my Tarot cards. She asked if I wanted a long or short term view of my future. I wasn’t sure. I asked for her recommendation, not being familiar with these matters myself. She suggested we focus on the next month or so. This sounded fine to me. I have never known what to make of those who can see to the future. As a time traveler, I can go there but to see there from here is an ability I cannot quite fathom.

Miss Deanimator went to work. I was told to concentrate, which I did, barely touching my popcorn, maybe just a bite or two. She talked of something that is going on in my life right now. How could she know this? No one knows this! It was fascinating if a bit unnerving but she said that it will work out as I have hoped. And so far, it has. I offered her some popcorn but she declined. I thanked her for this important insight – and for the lovely view – and proceeded to the donation box once again.

I looked around a bit more at the caravan, at the boobies, and munched on my popcorn. The Tarot card experience had given me so much to think about that I could not stay longer.

I gave my goodbyes and returned to Ebonshire. On my way I continued to think about what Dream had said about my present – it was truly uncanny – and my immediate future. I cannot talk of this to anyone and so I have not. That is what caught me off guard so. But, oddly, there was something good about being caught this way and there was now a different kind of anticipation about what was to come…almost knowing but only almost. It was a bit frightening but just a bit, it was quite exciting. Having this assurance of success was not surprising in itself but the whole enterprise – and that is not the right word – is surprising. I can not put it in words. But Dream’s forecast made me feel, well…good, warm, almost content.

I sat quietly by the fire in Ebonshire and looked west at the fading sun, eating my popcorn. I sat there for quite a long time. It was a big bucket of corn.

Ebonshire

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I so miss Ravens Reach and the peace it gave me. There has been a void in my life. I did not think it could be filled. Miss Serra tried to help over the summer but I could not accept, nor could I say why.

But it gnawed at me. There were times when I needed to get away from the hustle and bustle of Laudanum and New Toulouse, the pioneering in Austral, my work here in general. My Cape Wrath house by the sea has always been my escape. I love the sea. But in these particular times it did not soothe me. I needed Ravens Reach. The woods, the water, the isolation. The mountain too yes, but it was the woods mostly. That was what I needed. If I had a house in the woods, a cottage perhaps…oh well.

In the other world I inhabit —

I suppose I must come to grips with the fact that the “other world” is my main world even though I wish this world to be. If it were not for that other world I would not have the ability to be in this world, so that must be my main. I do see it though I don’t like it.

— As I was saying, in the other world I inhabit, I have a home in the hustle and bustle and an escape by the sea. I am lucky, for sure. But I do not have a place in the woods, nor will I ever. “The woods” is a place I visit. I much enjoy it but I am a tourist, it is not my home.

This has never bothered me. In fact, it had never even crossed my mind until after Ravens Reach was gone. When it disappeared I was quite disappointed even though I did not spend much time there as I have been so busy in my work and explorations in this world. I thought, well at least I’ll save some money, one less place to maintain and all.

But I came to the realization – I need a place in the woods. It was not the quantity of my time in Ravens Reach, it was the quality of it. So simple a concept yet I had never had the time to realize it before. If this world is here for us to do or have what we do not in the other, then I should have a place in the woods.

A friend from another land invited me to explore his woods. They are beautiful. The country is large. I would not have trouble finding a spot. But there is something about Winterfell.

I left Laudanum one day and travelled north, noting the changes I had observed on the maps. I would give the north of Winterfell another look.

When one is exploring there is always adventure, anticipation, excitement, the unknown element…it is wondrous. When one has decided to buy a property and is searching for the right place…it is tedious.

And so it was, tedious. Checking this parcel and that and the other, tedious (beautiful scenery notwithstanding).

And then it happened. I found a perfect spot. In Ebonshire. It is a place where the rivers converge and the view is of the fading sun. Who could pass up this place!

I could. I did. I was still not sure about the expense, about whether I would spend enough time there to justify the cost. I still had not yet fully grasped my need for a home in the woods. I decided to think on it.

I thought for too long. One day I was sitting in my living room in Laudanum looking at the maps. I noticed a new build in Ebonshire. On my plot! I dropped everything and hurried up there. It was true. Someone had beaten me to this perfect spot. There was no other! No other in all this world! Oh woe is me. (One would not know it to see me in public but, when alone, I can be a bit dramatic at times.)

I would not return to the tedium of hunting for the right parcel for I had found it and had let it get away. Had I learned a lesson? I am not even sure there is a lesson here. I chose not to think about it and instead moved on with my life. Forget about a home in the woods. I can still visit.

A few days passed and, as is my habit, I was looking at the maps (an occupational hazard for an explorer). My eye came to “my parcel” in Ebonshire. There was nothing on it! The new owner must be putting up a different build, I thought. I continued looking about the map but came back to “my parcel.” “Damn it,” I said aloud, dropping my maps on the floor. I knew I was going up there for a look and there was no way to talk myself out of it.

When I got there it was sheer joy! The parcel was again available. I know not why and I do not care. I shall grab it up right now! No, wait, think. The whole ball of wax sped through my mind again…the expense, will I spend enough time, etc, etc. I walked ‘round the property, in circles, mumbling to myself as I thought it through. I am a practical man. I am not one to make decisions based on pure emotion but I could come to no conclusion as to what was the right thing to do. “Oh hell,” I said loudly, then sheepishly looked about to see if anyone was near enough to see or hear. I bought the land and paid the meter. There, it was done.

omg, Omg, OmG, OMG! What have I done? I had to think now. It was done but I had to think now. I had to get out of here!

I fled to Cape Wrath, to the sea, to find peace. I walked around in circles again, then sat. I stopped thinking. I just tried to calm down. I changed the radio to something quiet. I made some herbal tea. I had a cookie. The calm came over me. It is a beautiful place up there. It surely is. I must go back there and look at it right now. I put down my tea cup but took the cookie with me.

As I landed back in Ebonshire on what was now, in fact, “my” parcel, all was now well. The calm lasted. The cookie did not.

 

Mr. Whitfield’s note: Yes, you are right gentle reader. I could have posted, “Hey, I just bought a parcel in Ebonshire,” and be done with it. But what fun would that be?