Falwyn @ Howler Circle
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Sent to the maze is a husky looking boar with an especially sassy strut. One of its tusks has impaled upon it, a folded envelope, sealed with mud curiously dyed to appear pink. The boar grumbles, and trots away upon delivery, displaying a purple ribbon tied to it's tail.
Or so they say;
Are my riddles, and poems sung by night and rarely the day;
I'll not cross the fox;
Nor brave Lion and his 'locks;
Though stubborn boar, and bumbling traveler-o' shall they hear the bounty of my stocks!
For death can come by mere word;
Or the irreverent and absurd;
Not soley by hounds, sickness or hunting birds;
A jest or a joke I'll bring to your court;
Or a dance, or a kiss or a hostage of a sort?
But expect me not to bring gem or stone or quart;
Receive me as a mother;
Or simply call me dear brother;
For the company of druids always requires another;
- Falwyn, who has Twisting Roots