Sheala- Smokey had a secret misspent youth.
What a lovely day to start the next day of your life!
It is I, Oberyn Martell! Here to look upon the most recent events in Westerors and Essos…
At the Wall, Jon is riding out with Tormund. It looks cold up there and lonely. Too many men, not enough women or wine… No one likes Jon trying make peace with the Wildings, but that is not surprising. At least Sam packs a bit of dragon glass for Jon, in case of White Walkers. A bottle or three of wine would have been nice, but Sam isn’t schooled in such things. What good is Maester if they tell their pupils about the important things of life?
War Turtle sits quietly at his desk…
His magic teletype box buzzes.
“Suggestions for next topic. Could unusual portraits be a thing?”
War Turtle looks around. He shakes his head. He hates when Culture Badger uses the infernal brainwave box. Ravens and Owls are more efficient.
“Unusual Portraits? Go on, I’m listening…”
“Think Big Eyes or Frida Kahlo with interesting backgrounds? Creatures in portrait format. Werewolf in a suit. Full moon over his shoulder sort of thing. Perhaps include a frame?”
“Also Google Haunted Mansion portraits!”
“But I find your demands for a frame oppressive and will pick and choose which include frames!”
*stares suspiciously at text*
“Ok, but I got my eye on you Badger. No sudden framing!”
“Culture Badger has made his statement and rests his gavel!”
“Hee, a zombie literally has their eye on you. Wears their heart on their sleeve.”
“Ha! Zombie can take out his eye and follow you!”
Sheala- There was a tradition to get your portrait under the full moon.