To the Old Gods and the New, we Pray...
As we near the end of our Seven, spare a moment for THE CRONE. We pray to her for wisdom, for insight into the people around us. We pray for clever sons and clever daughters. We pray for silver linings.
Lady, grant us sass and a quick wit and the right words. Grant us the license of age along with evolving intelligence. Grant us resources - material and mental - to achieve our ends. Grant us sparkly things with hidden depths.
Lady, may the young occasionally listen to the old (as they have survived this long with most of their fingers intact) and may the old continue to survive the foolishness of the young. May spoken wisdom not be overturned by ridiculous plot driven outbursts. May certain people remember that ice zombies are everybody's problem.
Most of all, lady, we pray for memory. Memory for the fallen. Memory for the concealed past. Memory of how awful Peter Baelish is. Memory for Ghost. The DIREWOLF. Remember him?
Watch over the doings in Westeros, dear Crone. And if you cannot help, we hope at least you are chuckling.