Hail Two-Faced Goddess,

Let all the Basin know I welcome Your truedisfavour. Why, some have
asked - because, I answer, it only proves how right I am. You only lash
out with such, and in violence and anger, when driven to a point that
you are so distraught, you have nothing else left to you. In fact, I
only see this happen when the truth has been spoken - indeed, even the
Betrayer has pointed this out, Oh Two-Faced One. So yes, I welcome it,
for a year worth of torture and weakness is worth the entire Basin
knowing just how true my words ring - that Celest cannot stand on it's
own, to wage a war on it's own, that it must be carried on the back of
it's goddess - probably just as that which they have splintered from
relied on you. Or did You rely on Him, and He have to carry You?

It is unsurprising, to me, that You find this the only way to lash out -
You have tried burning the Wilde, punishing the Wilde, and then urging
the shards of Meridian to War with the Wilde. More amusingly, to ensure
this war, You had Celest swallow it's pride and say, "Oh my, no, this is
not Taint in any way shape or form!"

And let it be said - the Glomdoring is not wholely Taint. But one cannot
mix mud and water, and expect water. And so you cannot mix Nature and
Taint, then bind them together with the power of two Elder Goddesses,
and deny that taint lies within somewhere. Yet, as Celest says, "What is
Taint, anyway? Is there no greater threat than the Serenwilde refusing
to bow and scrape knee to our demands?" Still Celest raids, and still
Celest throws themselves haplessly at the Wilde.

And still Celest dies.

I hope, Terentia, that wherever You are when You read this, You are
proud of the death and destruction You bring Celest. For though the
Wilde might be weak at times, She, when all parts work together as a
whole, will overcome all obstacles. Even the Self-Righteous New
Celestine Empire - and their ever so weak Puddle of Stars.

So yes, I thank You for Your True Disfavour - nothing warms me more than
knowing You are shamed and angered by the truth.

Faechild

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Tzarin, in the year 154 CE.