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The Grand Maester was incredulous.

Seagulls? Omens!? Hah! The others were fools for believing such things. F.R.E.D. has spoken!? He could hardly contain his laughter! F.R.E.D. was the invention of a superstitious people from long ago. Fools!

It was that old, decrepit woman. Standing out by the bay all day long. Stay there too long and your eyes would inevitably betray you.

Still, he performed the rituals. Went through all the motions perfectly. Did any of the others know he cared nothing for any of it? He muttered something about how it must mean it's time to rename some forums, and they fell for it!

He could hardly wait to get back to the parlour den. His joints snapped as bone crushed against bone while he raced his scrawling, aging body through the alley ways of the town. Blackjack! Craps! Slots! Those were his passions. The lights! The money! The drinks!

It was the randomness he liked most though. A life filled with ritual was stifling for the intellectual like him. No, he couldn't be bothered with the trifling matters of the Followers of F.R.E.D. No. It was the craps tables for him! Oh, the lights! The excitement!

He felt it first as a slight tremor. Nothing unusual for a man whose daily appetite consisted mostly of candies and sweets. But the tremor spread until he realized it was outside his body. The entire town was shaking. A wall came down.

___

Several hours later, he woke. She was there. Lines sculpted by the winds of the bay ran down her face. Eyes gleaming from ten thousand sunrises and sunsets watched over eons. His nose wrinkled.

"It is time," she said.

He agreed. Unbeckoned, a scribe ran to unlock a New Special Events Category. A memo was sent henceforth:

A new Special Events Category, which can be found at the bottom of the Forums tab, has been added. It contains the forums (and associated archives) for NaNoWriMo and NaPoWriMo. It also contains the archive forums for some old special events.

He felt his hand being taken into hers, and a sudden warmth flushed over him. The creases on his body relaxed. All was not done. Not yet.

They smiled together.
  








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