To Disrupt

[SteppeNomad 1624]

 

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'Lo! The Savage Wind howl! It batters the branches and freezes our seas!

Yet still we urge forth. Suffering not. For just as surely as the winds come, are they dashed by walls of marble.

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Those who seek to Lay Low our great citystate; High-Walled Haelun'cihi know clearly. We will not suffer it!

Lliran, dear lliran! 'To Disrupt' is hardly what one may call disruption. In this season, one of great bounty, when we pull forth the fresh olive from tree, honey from bee, and and silver sea fish; instead we are met with these warm waters of our splendid isle, cold and freezing. Driving further those fish this season. Our olive harvest remains behind, as trees bare not their silver treasures. Yet! To despair over such circumstance is NOT the way of Mali'thill! May those who come now, to gawk and see what suddenly befell the realm of the High Elves, know that if our seas freeze, and snow shrinks our olives, leaving us without our finest foods, then it will be beets we eat, and whales we hunt. The Mali'thill know only the tune of Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya and will not suffer less.

 

There are many 'Elves' who claim to hold resilience to cold, to withstand it. That the hardships may strengthen them all their lives, dwelling in such cold and depression. This is the result of such stoic stubbornness of such. Yet, us Mali'thill, the purest of the great Motherland, the truest children of Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya? We need Not Suffer, That Wrath of Winter.

 

Our Pithoi, charged greatly with vast loads of whale oil, warm from the source for heat lamps, the great Haelun'springs, rising warm from the depths of the isle, ensure even our warm baths; and clever magicians, both Krugmenistani and 'Thill, one up another in the ways of progressing such comfort.

 

Know NO disruption, Suffer Not, That 'Winter'

 

-'Aheral claywork depicting blessings of their silver sea!

[riorr 1970]

Elarhil Sullas drank hot, bitter cocoa with a frown — the island dwelling elf clearly not fond of the lessened temperatures, "Feta’kariman... hope it passes soon." He huddled closer to a heat-emitting sapphire in his parlour, and wrapped a fourth scarf around his neck.