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Public News Post #21366

Listen and Recall

Written by: Emissary Stheno
Date: Sunday, May 22nd, 2022
Addressed to: Hierophant Aodfionn Wintermourne, the Owl


Purblind Owl,

If Her own contemptuous words and goals elude you, I would once again direct you to speak with Her and not me. Try to listen to all that She says, not just that which you find pleasant and in alignment with your own placated thoughts. Perhaps you are simply not someone worth being honest with.

These are the words of Aroan, before he was hollowed out:

"Many of us have had dealings with the Earthmother in recent months. Know that if we had stood together as one against Her, we might still have Sothantos among us.

Blame the One who whispered to us over a dozen different winds, showing us Her dozen different Faces. The kindly Mother. The Wrathful Cataclysm. The Wolf. Every fragmented shade and variation between Them. She has told us we are less than insects to Her: witness that She has now ground one of us beneath Her heel."

That is to be your fate as well.

I remain,

Stheno
Good Witch

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Lupar, in the year 888 AF.


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Public News Post #21366

Listen and Recall

Written by: Emissary Stheno
Date: Sunday, May 22nd, 2022
Addressed to: Hierophant Aodfionn Wintermourne, the Owl


Purblind Owl,

If Her own contemptuous words and goals elude you, I would once again direct you to speak with Her and not me. Try to listen to all that She says, not just that which you find pleasant and in alignment with your own placated thoughts. Perhaps you are simply not someone worth being honest with.

These are the words of Aroan, before he was hollowed out:

"Many of us have had dealings with the Earthmother in recent months. Know that if we had stood together as one against Her, we might still have Sothantos among us.

Blame the One who whispered to us over a dozen different winds, showing us Her dozen different Faces. The kindly Mother. The Wrathful Cataclysm. The Wolf. Every fragmented shade and variation between Them. She has told us we are less than insects to Her: witness that She has now ground one of us beneath Her heel."

That is to be your fate as well.

I remain,

Stheno
Good Witch

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Lupar, in the year 888 AF.


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