A welcome return to the land.

Born to be Wyldefyreto Everyone

The trees in the greenwood rustled with an unexpected breeze, whispering in secret language. The sheep by Ribald lept and bounded from joy. Springs erupted with renewed force as Life returned to the land. +

A revered welcome back to the Lady of Life. May Avalon rejoice at your return

Written by my hand on the 27th of Skyelong, in the year 1084.