Opening post by Lady Mya Stokeworth · #1
Look, I believe the Isle was there before the first tale gave it a name; old places do not need our stories to make them old, do they? I have heard the green men keep watch among its weirwoods, but I doubt anyone can tell whether that is memory or a story laid over silence. You can call me stubborn, but a shore that holds its shape while kingdoms trade names feels like the older witness, doesn’t it?