The Tiger's Eye

 

Can you feel it yet, my friends? I think you can. All about you, in the Choral of All Songs. Like joy itself is smiling at your shoulder, sharing secrets with you beneath the blessed river. It’s like a dream, isn’t it? No end and no beginning. You’re here with me, you know. Wolves, tigers, paliurus stars. So, let the choir sing. It’s not about sin. It’s about the soul of the thing. Brotherhood, sisterhood, friendship. Becoming more than we are. I want you to know that regardless of the ferocity of the storms, we are all survivors shipwrecked upon the shore of eternity. And we decide the stories we tell. We decide the lengths we’ll go for love. The Fay, the Warrior, and the Princess. Together. Our sword-hands can sing in one voice, if we choose. No pirate or wraith can stand against it. I mean, who doesn’t love a beautiful friendship arc? Mutual respect and affection, forged through shared adventure? I know I do. So, I’m not giving up. People still think that magic isn’t real, that we cannot overcome our differences and walk in sweetest unity. Our hearts full of gratitude for loving and being loved. Well, never say never. Esme, my dearest fair one, take them to the Cave of All Dreaming now, and show them what they already delightedly suspect. We owe the Kathari, after all. We are here in large part because of grace. It’s not a formality, or an obligation. It’s a celebration of life. Ring those bells, my love, and sweeten the flowering bloom of our friends.