Is anyone else here getting a little emotional about the idea of grieving relatives burying a teenage girl with her special collection? Whatever her reason, she really cared about all those ankle bones, and her family wanted to make sure that she could keep them. Maybe even they didn’t understand why they were important to her, but she was important to them, so they buried their daughter with her sheep ankle bones.
I noticed only boys play the game now. Either way, I’d like to imagine that she was buried with them so that she could continue to play in their afterlife. Humans can be so cute… sometimes
I’m not trying to judge her, but it’s sort of like when you go over to someone’s house and you find out they have a walk-in closet specifically for their shoes.
I dunno I think it’s mighty convenient for these old villains to assume it’s as easy for those of us coming after whilst conveniently failing to acknowledge that they’re immortal. I mean for most us, being 412 would really put a damper on your ability to perpetrate evil. By the time we’re 100 it’s pretty difficult to do much of anything before needing a cup of tea and a lie down.
We took my young daughter to the Black Country Musrum once and she found a “Hobby Horse” and we eventually had to take it from her. She thought it was the best toy ever…
Virginity was never about sexual integrity but youth. Child sexual assault was rampant thoughout the classical and middle ages. Blood from a sacrifice of any child under majority (fourteen or before first period) would qualify.
Mary and Joseph were totally banging.
That said, most kids were so fucked by life that it was a major deal when one did age up. Despite the Church wanting to execute women for premarital proclivities, the labor shortage was no one else was into it (until you get to high-ranking aristocracy, and even then, only for the hautiest).
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