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♈︎ - Syph - 4th Month
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Within the ancient forest rich realm, where fae, Faeborne and faithful during the a rather troubling start to spring, a season most known for its renewal, rebirth, plagued now under its less regarded showers. Thundering storms sweep across Meranthe, oft ushering in rich bounties and bliss during the summer months, acting instead as a terrible omen. Even so, as thunder rages and shakes the land, the rain's heavy pitter patter dances across the tall mystic trees that encapsulate that ancient realm. Within the capital city, along its eastern, quiet parts, where the rain turns song that lifts the spirits of its citizens opposed to bringing them down, in Amarlyss within the recently purified temple, before Her scribed words sits the second of Her Luminaries.
 
Surrounded by potted flowers, each a bundle of a different season's bloom. Perdegrine, azilaena, saniskriti and marignolia- and in a protected vase, its tall shape constructed of a fine prismithium glass, a treasured golden bloom of a dozen different shades, safe guarded by they who holds it, a flower of a similar namesake, one not theirs to claim solely, in honor of king and flower and service.
 
Demonic influence stretches dangerously, seeping into closed cracks and infecting a deep sated rot cleansed only through a few means. Quiet... so, so quiet, without any booming remark or loud stance taken, no different than their prevailing Mother Goddess, intent known nonetheless. To the flowers, thus, to the land and to She:

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"Despair's claws sink deep,

thinking man no different than sheep.

Our flesh for them to eat,

souls awaiting reap.

 .. .. ..

Take silence as thought, careful as it may be,

and through me

a path more than free."
 
- Heir Luminary Sunsets over Moonlight

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Through poem, that path offered. Through prayer, an severed avenue of despair. Through they and She, freedom unlike any other. Bold, even in the most silent of ways, these offer given.
 As it has been for...
 
.....Saturn Yarrow
Tandava Meanderdog.....
.....Clementine Dominic
Yugram of Gotaalv.....

.....Janus

Thomas Equisol.....

.....Seble Nyarabia

Vandheer.....
 
Dedicated to land's natural turn, its banishment of the occult. Weary, worn spirits need only wander, beings blessed 'neath its light at the turn of every cycle, begun anew with each year, this burden lifted upon them should they only the means to truly let go. Occultism, rumored Cambionism as well,
 
exorcised.