5th Month 89 AD/Year 30 of the rule of Queen Myranda I. Arryn, Gates of the Moon
#Agnes
Childbirth did not get any easier in time. The lady Melcolm was convinced that everyone had lied to her...
Somehow, even this pregnancy was the worst of all three she had experienced. She was tired all the time, her whole body was aching. The midwife told her it was a sign of bearing a girl - that girls were always more exhausting than boys.
While she prayed for a daughter, she never expected... this.
Late at night, the contractions started. Her boys were already asleep, and she didn't want to take them up - so she only shook Jonas's shoulder, to get him to summon the servants, the midwives and Maester Cadwyl, biting her the inside of her mouth all the while until she felt the metalic taste of blood on her tongue.
Then, the ordeal began. Crying in pain, she asked for milk of the poppy - only to be denied. Cadwyl knew that the Princess used a little too much of that substance during her recovery in Winterfell, and even smallest amount could harm her now. But that meant they could do nothing to soothe her pain, and it wasn't until early morning hours that the cries of a child, thankfully healty, were heard in the Gates of the Moon.
The newborn girl was taken by a wetnurse to be washed and presented to the child's father.
Agnes wanted to hold her baby, she wanted to greet and name her daughter, but all the strength was gone from her body, and she couldn't do anything but drift off into a deep, hopefully healing sleep.
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Show me the truce- it is in obsolescence tortuously boring. Instead perform the sacrifices 5 times daily, twice daily, openly in the privacy of your warshing-machine. God is in the machine, but only on Tuesdays at 10-25pm.
Thank the pumpkin bread, there's pie in the sky.
You ready the boat on the trailer. Unclip the straps, and unclip the front hook. Back carefully down onto the ramp and once the boat is safely in enough water, tap the brakes. The inertia of the boat will launch it from the trailer. It takes a little practice to get it right but when executed properly it's very cool to see and a serious timesaver. This only works on bunk style trailers, don't do it with roller trailers.
Toadstool.
Platform: Commodore 64, I think?
Genre: Either RPG or JRPG
Release date: 1990-2005
Notable things: You were playing as a green haired character, and you were going through a swamp at one point, and you were fighting Polliwogs. I think I remember a shop feature. It reminds me of a mix between ff and castlevania.
Edit 1: Actually it could've been PS 1 or 2 as well. i remember this so vividly. But only the polliwog swamp part.
Is this course still open? I read an article that says it was closed, but couldn't find any other information regarding it being closed. DGS says it's still active.
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