» Thu Nov 15, 2012 9:01 pm
Right. The name, in my mind, conjures up a vivid Kincade-like image of a blustery midwinter night, and a little cabin in the woods radiating orange lamplight into the darkness through its windows. Inside, you're sitting in front of a roaring fire, your cherished wife relaxing in an armchair at your side, a flagon of Honningbrew mead on the table next to you, your faithful dog curled up at your feet, and your adored child parked on a stool by the fire (or maybe cuddled up in your lap and slowly dozing off).
Hearthfire. It's perfect.