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A Reinmaren colony of Waldenian Walruses in Haense, 1901

((Walrus, Friedrich Wilhelm Kuhnert))

 

[!] A published poem from one Calliope Renata is delivered to the Royal Salvian Academy of Saint Ottomar via the Salvian Fleet, and to the domains of various Electors of the Waldenic Diet.


 

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The Walrus

 

The early sun broke through the mist at daybreak

And washed the shore in bright sunlight.

The Walrus lay still –a monolith unmoved;

And reveled in his morning meal.

 

Drops of seawater dripped from his royal tusks

And he stood as the mist receded.

His flippers and vast folds of wrinkled skin

Shielded him from the northern breeze.

 

A Waldenian maiden from the town of Ayr

Strolled to the shore to visit him.

She brought offerings and hummed prayers to the Saints

And sought wisdom from the Walrus.

 

She asked: “You are fierce in combat when attacked;

Otherwise, peaceful and calm in all things.

Has the heart of a Walrus such compassion

To forgive an uncaring world?”

 

The Walrus then raised his snout and said nothing.

It was known that he could not speak.

All the wisdom of a Waldenian Walrus

Resonated in his answer.

 

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"Move it along, LADY!", Stanimar yelled, simultaneously as rudely and as politely as he could, as he fingered his crossbow, eyes ever darting over the horizon, spying after whatever malignant disgrace for a Descendant might next seek to assault the pride of Waldenia.

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