Lumnis and the Rose
by Hiea

Hiea says, "I have the talk in Lumnis about the rose if you like."
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Roelaren says, "Please."
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Roelaren smiles at Hiea.
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Hiea stands up.
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Goldstr turns an inquisitive ear toward Hiea.
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Roelaren turns an inquisitive ear toward Hiea.
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Hiea recites:

"The rose talk At Festival_of_Lumnis by Zenlynn"

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Hiea recites:

"The Argent Mirror sent word to the Loremasters about the situation."

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Hiea recites:

"I was there when the request arrived"


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Hiea recites:

"I spent the day pouring over the histories about colors and roses and Lumnis."

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Hiea recites:

"Well, if they were colored and just suddenly changed that is a bit odd, is it not?"

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Hiea recites:

"Perhaps, but sometimes one needs to know the whys of a thing.""

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Roelaren nods.
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Hiea recites:

"A few passanges in my reading stuck out to me."

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Hiea recites:

"All of your thoughts are noted."


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Hiea recites:

"In the tomes about Lumnis"


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Hiea recites:

"From the time she was born, Lumnis was loved. Koar long watched her from afar, as she explored and found her place in the world."

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Hiea recites:

"When she was ready, Koar went to her. They pledged themselves to each other and were bound together."

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Hiea recites:

"But there was one other passage."

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Hiea recites:

"There is a passage that I remembered as it struck me as odd to have Lumnis associated with roses"

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Hiea recites:

"The union of Koar and Lumnis was a private one. They bound their lifetime troth high in the peaks of the Nagothrym with only the Drake,"

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Hiea recites:

"Ferushigon present as witness to the union. Legend says that lights played across the skies for an entire summer thereafter, flashing"

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Hiea recites:

"The colors Lumnis came to call her own. And roses, always white before that time, burst into bloom with a riot of color"

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Hiea recites:

"In red, yellow, violet, indigo, and black blooms"

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Hiea recites:

"It was then that I did remember some tales from when I was just small."


Hiea recites:

"There was a white rose that grew up in a garden of colors that my grandmam grew"

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Hiea recites:

"When I asked my grandmam what it meant, she said Lumnis must have shed a tear, she was having a sad moment."

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Hiea recites:

"Every time I cried after I would go to the garden and see if my tears would affect the flowers as well."

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Hiea recites:

"They never did"


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Hiea recites:

"I supposed that was the moment I knew I was not a patron"

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Hiea recites:

"I asked my Grandmam why not, and she told me that I was surrounded by those who loved me"


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Hiea recites:

"While poor Lumnis is alone, her love far away."

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Hiea recites:

"This all just stirred the memory"

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Hiea recites:

"Eh, it was a story told to a child."

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Hiea recites:

"But the journals do say that she was so happy with her union she turned her white roses to different colors"

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Hiea recites:

"But one has to wonder who wrote these tales"

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Hiea recites:

"The child's tale was from my grandmam"

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Hiea recites:

"But there are so many tales, those are just the two I picked out since they concerned roses"

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Hiea recites:

"So it is said."

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Hiea recites:

"I cannot pretend to know the thoghts of the Patrons"

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Hiea recites:

"And of Koar himself..."

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Balantine quietly says, "Ye need ta hear my rose tale sometime."
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Hiea recites:

"The samples of the flowers just show flowers. This whole thing is odd."

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Roelaren smiles at Balantine.
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Hiea says, "And that is what i remember for you all."
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