It is an honor to stand here, giving praise to Deoch once again.
Let us worship together the fire of inspiration in the full light of the moon with the knowledge that some things, once gone, never come again.
When we first dreamt as Aislings, we all took our first anxious steps into the Mileth Crypt and hunted the nearly harmless pests while we learned to walk in our new form. From there we all took on roles that best suited our skills and personality: artists, preachers, combatants, teachers, politicians and writers of all kinds. Each of us forging our unique story that could only be written here in Temuair.
As we grow older our stories get longer and we make appearances in the stories of others. The desire to keep writing new chapters gives us genuine meaning to a continued life. Each contribution another link forged in an unbroken chain: a community that extends back an unthinkable sixteen decades. The legacy of our people: the Aislings, the people of stories.
There is a chance you may see a few old faces around Temuair in the upcoming days; Aislings of legend, renown for their incandescent Sparks. Hear their tales and their stories. You will find that they are no different than you. They too swatted at mice and spiders while stumbling their way through the crypts. But, they wrote their stories long and they wrote them well and for that we revere them so highly.
Many have said that Temauir grows dim, that the Light has all but left these lands completely. As a matter of numbers, it is not entirely untrue. We have lost many of our brightest peers to time as they close their books and set their quills down forever. But do not lament the nature of things. It is inevitable that the sun must set. If Temuair is to slowly fade into the dark, then it is up to us that remain to light up the night.
It is said that as Danaan is the sun, Glioca is the moon. In this way, it falls to us to emulate Glioca, to be a reflection of the brightness that came before. As the moon, we have basked in the Light of the Sun, reading and learning from the stories written by our forebears. Now, we must continue them in a way that only we can.
The legacy of our people, the unwritten parts of the story, falls to us that remain. Light up the night with the fire of your inspiration and we will continue the story together.
(Words as written, not as delivered)
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