Opening post by Priya Chen · #1
My maester tells me I raise this too often. My maester is welcome to raise something better.
The question, put plainly: why the seasons here are broken. The loudest voices on it are the ones with the least to go on.
There is a version of this where the truth is dull — a bad decision, a bad winter, nobody's grand design — and I have never once heard anybody argue for it.
Ask me again after the first frost; my answer will have moved.