It is, perhaps, fitting that the arena I have chosen for the story I hand to my son is also doubling up as a mental safe-place. I had a chance to flesh it all out and it gave me opportunity to start creating the mythology that I'm planning to hammer out. Now we have the 'Wild Wood', beyond Dunstanane to the north and west, in which there are many creatures and sources of food. It is majesterial and a place where one can meet with God on a formal setting. There are rivers and wolves and deer and groves. Berries and thorns and brambles and clearings. Wild pigs and chickens and foxes. It is a good place, I think, for reflection. A place to go at night when there's a clear sky and a full moon.
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