[Sunsets over Moonlight]

A dash of honey topped with a squeeze of freshly cut lemon.
 
During trouble's momentary reprieve upon Meranthe, little flyers circulate Dal'Thala proper:
 
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Do you like tea? Do you like poems?
Do you want a meaningful distraction from the world's many wrongs?
There is something just for you!
 
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Some years have passed since the most recent initiate made their vows to the Goddess Nemea. Fruitful, all of them, for it mounting to this particular moment. As the day arrives, whilst horrors and bloodshed nourishes the forests, the hunt in full swing, the forest's branches rattle in the wind; Leaves casting shadows to those seeking it. Tall trees offer solace, its shrubbery protection and its flowers greater reprieve. 

 

At Nemea's shrine, where a variety of gatherings are held, private prayer conducted, and scenery admired- little tables holding kettles stand tall. Jars of various herbs appropriate to the season sit sealed, awaiting keen selection from whoever nears. Stacks of paper and pencils occupy an adjacent table.
 
Tea and poems, held by one faithful author Faeborne: Sunsets over Moonlight.

 

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Drink tea

write poems

and reflect on what has been

and what will be.

 

Let us foster much needed faith and community.

 

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All [within reason] are welcome.
  
Time: (Mon) 10/16 6P EST
Location: Nemea's Shrine | Dal'Thala (550, 822)

[Sunsets over Moonlight]

[ Pushed back to 7p EST today ]
 Apologies.

[Sunsets over Moonlight]

At Nemea's shrine, echoes dance across the surrounding forest's trees. Snippets of poems that reach into heavens themself. Some begging, some pleading, some simple, some complex, some inquisitive. The canvas is always full, tall walls knocked down, shudders embraced.

 
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2085 AC

 

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Dal'Thala hears...

 

"Butterflies dance, a sight so grand,
their vibrant colors, like strokes from an artist's hand."

"Though I cannot see,

I am not blind."

 

 "Each and every evening do we find the evening's veil.

Each and every morn, do we find is subtle trail."

 

"The dark is beautiful,

my sins are ample."

"Why fight?

Why bleed?"

 

"Unaware of its fleeting existence,

it greedily races towards its own extinguishing."

 

"In their unique splendor, each season's delight,

With every passing moment, a new wondrous sight."

 

"Move forward,

remember those you've come to know."

 

"I am one man.

I cannot take on the world alone."

"They dance and sing,
see what summer brings."
 

"I am burning.

They see me."