Invitation Letter sent to the Sisters of the Sibylline Vine

[Ahmet]

Honoured Sisters,

I am planning to host a show of political unity on the Verdant Stage in the Krak-des-Roses, and I would be most honoured to have you in attendance. I will be giving a speech to show the White League's unification, friendship, and fraternity, and we will hold aloft the banner of progress and collective liberation together as we march onto tomorrow with sure steps and readied hearts.

Food, drink, and entertainment will all be provided and served as befits your esteemed status. Your busy time would be well spent in this gathering, I assure you.

Your presence would be a boon to us all, honoured guest, and I hope to see there you on that blessed day.

Respectfully yours,
Ahmet Yildirim

//OOC: 3rd of September, Tuesday, at 10:00 PM GMT+0

[Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi]

Honorable Ahmet Yildirim,

Our hours have only rarely crossed, for my works draw me often on long pilgrimages afield, to distant places in the desert. The Wyld's rites must be performed that the Garden, what of the verdant glory of Bel-Ishûn that clings to life, shall not fail in our Age of Ash.

My sisters shall endeavor to join you at the Verdant Stage.

And in answer to my promise to you, a work of verse for the occasion, speaking to the condition demanded by Kula: That every soul that would dwell in virtue, in the sight of the Wheel, shall be fed, and clothed, and raised up from the mire that they may flourish.

The rhyme scheme is simple, but it stands a reflection of Lynneth Llywarch's challenge to me, and thus it mirrors a certain work of her own from Maribeh in 7787. The meter is tetrameter, which is only proper.

It is yours to use as you please, and I hope it shall be used.

Sacred in Her Sight

Sister Amélie of the Sisterhood of the Sibylline Vine

In the Style of the Kulamet

First Edition
Pub. Tesrin Hray 2, IY 7788

Where Holy Mother stood a time; In ages past, when world was new;
And life had not yet reached its prime; Was Kula, shepherd's, guidance due.

And up she took the yearning seed; And up she took Her tools to sow;
And spread Her alms, the land to feed; And all within it there to know.

That all are due the Wyld's rite; That all have purpose in Her sight;
And by her sacred charge to we; Shall each and every soul be free.

For where within resplendent soul; Is gold and silver to be found?
'Tis virtue only, living whole; The selfless are Edutu-bound.

And for the meek in Kula's light: The world entire promised well;
For loved they are in verdant sight; Her charge to us upon the stele.

We shall pray for you.

In faith,

Sister Amélie