Hear me, for I am Her Heir.

I call to order Midwinter's Feast, as our last one was some years ago. The week of Sapiarch 18, Year 22 AC, we will gather in Her Chancel to sing, to eat, and to provide Her with the best Hospitality we have it within us to provide. Create food, Drink, and tribute to delight Her, and may we merry-make with music and praise unto Her on Her most auspicious time of year.

Cordially do I invite you, Sapience, to join us, Her Flock of Kin and hopeful alike, on this auspicious occasion. All who are not enemy may come with good manners in tow, to sup of our hospitality, and see what delights and delicacies you may provide for Her ancient palette. Boast well, and see if you too may be graced by the Blessing of Her Esteem. May the season be one of praise and celebration, our voices lifted in thanks for the grace to breathe another year. Merry Midwinter to you all, and may we never be found wanting, lest our flesh and blood be cast upon the altar.

Aliyah Toirneach, Skyborn

Transcribed by my scribe on Falsday, the 2nd of Severin, in the year 21 AC.