InsaneJournal

I know I've been rather furtive about my world, but I'm aimless here. My cousins have left for what I've no doubts will be another Thedasian mess, and I can only hope Anders won't blow anything else up - Maker knows that he was lucky enough to escape unharmed the first time.

I'm a brawl-with-the-first-asshole-in-a-bar-who-dares-question-you kind of woman. But I also love nature, and Central Park is not a forest. I want to see Halla, pick elfroot that grows next to almost forgotten forest paths, come across a haunted cave and get to decide whether or not I enter. Where does Alistair belong, if not on his throne? Where do I belong, if not out there? I've got noses to break, skulls to crack and darkspawn to gut.

Oh, fuck it.

May I inquire about your favorite cocktails? I'm looking for new drinks to peruse.