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August 14 - September 19, 2025
Knitting socks was not a particularly glamorous hobby, but it filled the same mental need as the sword—careful work that held his attention and hopefully did not allow his mind to wander too far afield. Plus at the end, you got socks out of it, and no one appreciated good socks like a soldier.
There was little honor among thieves, but there was a great deal of practicality.
“Now that my god is dead, I am a paladin of…no one in particular.”
“All women are beautiful,” said Istvhan, dismissing this. “It is the job of their lovers to make them feel that way if they do not already.”
He wished that he could break out his knitting, but for some reason, people didn’t take you seriously as a warrior when you were knitting. He’d never figured out why. Making socks required four or five double-ended bone needles, and while they weren’t very large, you could probably jam one into someone’s eye if you really wanted to. Not that he would. He’d have to pull the needle out of the sock to do it, and then he’d be left with the grimly fiddly work of rethreading the stitches. Also, washing blood out of wool was possible, but a pain.
“I tell you to go talk to a girl and you foil an assassination attempt. I’m a little frightened to think what might happen if I told you to go get laid.”
He knitted socks and stood guard over things.
It was strangely peaceful. To share a space with another person who was absorbed in their own work, but still present, still there…gods,
“Competence is its own punishment.
He didn’t know. He wanted very much to find out, to let passion burn away the hollow, lonely places for a moment, to be with her and for a few minutes to not be broken.
Istvhan shrugged. “Lots of people get broken in life, Stephen. We’re not special.” “Very few people had their god ripped out of their souls.” “I’ll give you that. Still. If we limited loving to just the sane, undamaged people, the next generation would have about three people in it and presumably humanity would die out shortly afterward.”
A woman in her forties with a lot of aggressions to work out is a terrifying glory.”
A woman like that is a terrifying glory.
“Relief feels like happiness, if you don’t know the difference.”
paladins tended toward martyrdom by nature.
