I have started and scrapped a new blog entry several times. I am still deciding how to deal with Wulf and Ulfr. When I finally get rolling, the words will come easy.

So, here are the Christmas pictures I did years ago of Rigmor and Kintyra.

And here is a song I just wrote about Olette.

• [Verse I]
• I learned my letters on the Riften stones,
• Counted days by ships that never came home.
• Pa sailed on a promise, thin as air,
• Ma kept a candle burnin’ for a man not there.

• Other kids learned quicker ways to eat,
• Hands in pockets or bodies in sheets.
• Me? I listened where the whispers went,
• Sold the truth by the word, by the breath I spent.

• [Pre-Chorus I]
• Stabber at my side as I spied at night,
• I learned early how to win a fight.
• Not proud of it, just needed to survive,
• That’s the lesson Riften provides.

• [Chorus]
• They called me Little Dartwing, small and fast,
• Cut through shadows, never looked back.
• And I learned this much, if nothing else:
• Some folks vanish… but they don’t stay lost.

• [Verse II]
• Ma loved stories of heroes bold,
• Champion this, Cyrodiil that, brave and old.
• She’d grab my hands when the bard struck tune,
• Spin me round the Bee and Barb, like a loon.

• Most days she chased the Skooma haze,
• But some days… some days were gold.
• And when she slipped beyond my reach,
• I spoke my thanks and let her go.

• [Pre-Chorus II]
• Not in the Hall where the candles lie,
• But on the docks where the gulls cry.
• That’s where I spoke my last goodbye,
• As a quiet man stood by.

• [Chorus]
• They called me Little Dartwing, sharp and thin,
• But he saw past the blade and the sins.
• Gave Ma a grave where flowers grow,
• Gave me a home, and a place to go.
• Didn’t ask me to kneel or swear—
• Just said, “You have a chance here.”

• [Verse III]
• I never called him father, never lord,
• Never Dragonborn, never hero.
• To me he was Cap’n—plain and true,
• Like a ship you trust to pull you through.

• He vanished one day, clothes left bare,
• Like he stepped out of time itself somewhere.
• They say he’s gone, they say he fell,
• But I know Cap’n too damn well.

• [Bridge]
• Ships don’t sink just ‘cause you can’t see the sail,
• Storms don’t mean the compass fails.
• If he’s walkin’ some other shore,
• Then he’s fightin’ his way back—like many times before.

• [Final Chorus]
• I’m still Little Dartwing, voice grown strong,
• Singin’ truth where I belong.
• Bards learn patience, strings learn strain,
• Every silence is part of the refrain.
• So raise no tears, don’t light the pyre—
• My Cap’n will return!
• That is certain, not just my desire.

• [Outro – soft, spoken or lightly sung]
• So, Cap’n, I’ll keep singing.
• While you find your way home.

A different version of Ulfric Must Die.

And a new one, Ulfric The Traitor.

I will endeavour to produce blog entries at a faster rate.