You might as well name DIA'RUIS your "Ard-Dhasani" now, for SHE will claim you.

all of you.

You do not speak merely unto a Voice, nor merely unto a Praadi.

You do not read only the words of a Queensguard, sworn unto Sylvan grandeur.

You do not address a mere snot-noised Intrepid amongst the Queen of the Emerald Sea's congregation.

You are speaking, ETATVE WO INDORON, unto
YESUFA
WISTERIA
BUTTON

You defy the natural order by your actions, and the GODS THEMSELVES by your continual hubris and spite.

You stand astride a hill in a lightning storm, clad in copper. You deign to speak as though you can command the fall of its bolts. Those of us standing at the bottom behold you, bemused - amused - and confused.

Can you not see you are already doomed?

Everyone can see you're in no position to be delivering ultimatums.

You're much like the throne you keep touting:

Empty.

You defend the corpse of what was, striving for what will never be. Ghost suits you, for you are surely nothing of this life nor this age.

Ever Forward.
Yesufa Wisteria Button
Killing Voice of the Wild Court of Duiran
Ritualist of the Noonday Wildwood
Siren of the Emerald Ocean
Kin unto the Three-Eyed Raven

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 21st of Celes, in the year 13 AC.