I’ve been sliding into the past of the past, embracing more and more a Norse-persona, Ǽhleða (aeth-letha). She’s been fun to play with and I’ve found great joy in Norse writings, culture, and clothing.
However, I’ve REALLY loved the idea of rough play that’s present in Norse culture. It’s violent. People die (though it was noted that when people die in any game at any time, it’s totally that which we talk about, rather than the hundreds of thousands of games that are played in which nobody dies or loses an eye.)
I’m assembling a series of games so I can have Ǽhleða’s Winter Games in the snow this winter.
A big fire, games, and shennagans. That’s gunna happen.