Every wound will shape me...
The trees are decorated lovingly with bright streamers, little flames in bottles carefully contained and strung throughout the branches. Most of the action remains on the forest floor, in the thick carpet of greenery that welcomes all who step forth into the woods. It had taken some convincing, but her brethren had jumped at the chance of showing their wares and talents if nothing else; wildflower crown makers, fortune tellers, tests of skill and courage. A small collection gathers with their prized instruments of reed, wood, and metal, their voices rising in Fae language that - while indecipherable to human ears - is beautiful and welcoming all the same. Fruity alcohols and deeper meads are on available display as well for more enthusiastic visitors. This may not be the season tied to the Fae’s celebrations, but it has come together beautifully all the same.
A contingent had volunteered to guide the participants through the woods, and Nephele stands at the entrance to greet them. A twisted wooden arch blooming with flowers is where she can be found, welcoming everyone who pauses. Ready to give her truth-bound word, just as she’d promised, to any Ascended who venture forth today.
Welcome to Fiat Lux in the Greatwood! Ascended are welcome, and can receive a truth-bound promise of one day safety from Nephele at the entrance. This is the only day of exception for entrance to the Greatwood.
Every scar will build my throne
