Lady Gretel's Odes to the Legendary Rashere's                                         

Ode to Lady Rashere

	Gretel recites:
	 "For many years remote and lonely,
	 Consumed with obscure studies only,
	 Until I gazed up from musty tomes, 
	 And there she sat, remote, alone --
	 The Lady Lylia."

	Gretel recites:
	 "Since then she travels by my side,
	 This Lady, calm and dignified.
	 She mumors obscure incantations,
	 Magic in soft recitations.
	 Other women are soft and silly,
	 But this is no ordinary lily."

	Gretel recites:
	 "We walk by lakes without an end,
	 Their still waters, lone and dead, -
	 Their sad waters, dark and chilly,
	 Shallow compared to the eyes of my
	lily." 

	Gretel recites:
	 "Eyes that speak of memories past,
	 Thoughts that leave lessor mortals aghast--
	 Blood-red forms of mist that sigh,
	 As they pass and wander by --
	 Forms of friends long past dread,
	 In agony, to Luukos - now undead."

	Gretel idly picks at an emerald Luukos
	symbol.

	Gretel recites:
	 "For my heart where woes are legion,
	 She is my soothing, peaceful region.
	 Sorcerers, we walk in shadow,
	 Seeking pain's bloodlit marrow.
	 Obscure mysteries are revealed fully,
	 Deciphered by this cunning lily." 

	Gretel recites:
	 "This lily of an unmatched grace,
	 Pale, delicate skin, and fine chiseled face.
	 This lily who with unerring wit,
	 Prunes and disposes of the uncouth twit.
	 Other women are soft and silly,
	 But not this unmatched Lady Lily." 

	Gretel recites:
	 "For many years remote and lonely,
	 Consumed with obscure studies only,
	 I dwelt alone in this shadowed place,
	 Until I gazed upon her face.
	 My Sorcerer's heart was black and chilly,
	 Healed now by the beautiful lily."

Gretel curtsies.

Fable of Lord Rashere

Gretel recites: "There is a river, deep in the forest, which travels not onward, to the sea, but seems to palpitate forever and forever beneath the canopie of ancient branches - past the Empire of the humans, and on to the place known as Ta'Faendryl"

Gretel recites: "And on the banks of this river, tall primeval trees rock eternally with the ancient motion of the water. And from their summits, drip everlastering dews which nurture strange, poisonous flowers which bloom in startling colors beyond the experience of even the most studied ranger. "

Gretel recites: "And overhead, it is said that the skies forever host a series of gray clouds which rush towards the south forever, until they roll as a cataract upon the fiery wall of the horizon. But, near this river, there is no wind, and no sound. And by its shores, there is neither quiet nor silence." Gretel speaks in hushed tones, almost too quiet for a story.

Gretel recites: "The night he came, the rain fell. And in falling, it was rain, but having fallen, it was blood. And arising from the morass, in the tall lilies - glistening in the rain that was not rain - the elf emerged. And the lilies sighed unto each other with all the solemnity of their desolation."

Gretel recites: "And all at once, the moons arose, and through the veil of mist they were crimson in color. And the elf stood, tall and stately in form, and wrapped from his shoulders were the garments of House Faendryl. The outline of his figure was indistinct, but his features were the features of that house, and even in the mist, and in the dew, they bore the lines which seem to denote great age, even in the youngest of Faendryl."

Gretel recites: "And in the furrows of these fine lines could be read the fables of sorrow, and weariness and a longing beyond solitude."

Gretel recites: "And the elf sat upon a rock in the midst of the lilies, and he looked out upon the forest, up into the tall primeval trees, and up higher at the rustling clouds and the crimson moons. And the elf trembled in the solitude - and the night waned as he sat there upon the rock."

Gretel recites: "And the elf turned his gaze north, towards the town of Wehnimer's Landing. And the elf seemed to listen to the sighs of the water-lilies, and to the murmur that came from amoung them. And the elf trembled in the solitude - and the night waned as he sat there upon the rock."

Gretel recites: "And the elf leaned forward, and plucked from amoung the lilies a stem of purest white which trembled in his grasp and blushed crimson in the misty glow of the moons. And the elf studied the bloom carefully, turning it to view from each angle as though reading sigils etched upon its dew drenched petals. And the elf trembled in the solitude - and the night waned as he sat there upon the rock."

Gretel recites: "And the elf raised the flower to the sky, and plucked each petal - allowing them to drift silently to the surface of the river - to drift downstream, faint blood-kissed petals afloat on a journey to Ta'Faendryl. And the field of flowers sighed no more. "

Gretel recites: "And the murmur was no longer heard from among them, nor any shadow of sound throughout the cavern in the ancient forest. "

Gretel recites: "And the elf stood and began to walk northward, the stem of the lily clasped in his hand. "

Gretel recites: "And the elf no longer trembled - and the morning bloomed as he vanished into the forest."

Gretel recites: "And thus is the fable of Silvean Rashere."

Gretel inclines her head.

The audience applauds. Gretel blushes a nice shade of off-pink. Nevrek says, "I had no idea he vas so.." Kadesha says, "ye are so skilled with words Gretel" Nevrek appears to be searching for the correct words. Jypsie says, "I am sure Silvean will like that, Miss Gretel." Mnar nods to Nevrek. Gretel beams happily! Gretel says, "I hope so, Lady Chosen."

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