E —méstármÿa—,

O glás •

and when back before the earthland the waves flew think you to their ancienter boundaries they fled? And clean to nor farther your advance ran than fairness’ line?

Look: Of floods there were two. Avarice ours. Wrath yours.

Of the uplands no mass greater than afPunóny’s-cum-Hungary’s there lay. And from and ‑neath afPunóny Peak rose Faerie and rose-yet and fell the valleylands and lowlands and trenchlands to us. And now by the Flood of Wrath are your children to nurseries our make, our wringing born. And so of eld were wrong choices made.

What-and-so the police-generals argue, I know: Uplings so born to what —of our Faerie— remains are our children. As, into each clip of taken ground so-born, are our estranged yours. And to us for our children the whole responsibility belongs. Far as my clade of waves; ours of littlenesses; even ours of mounds— so are the Uplings Faerielanders.

Yet be convinced. These testimonies Bryth ufCastucy penned. ‘Woman’ by title, in sharing some of faer fraught tenure in Mionchain —for the benefit of a soft-attentioned Waver— fae put this furling of the Upling day-to-day to feltsheet. Bródlainny by birth, the .43 riots and a graduation from Uælniytaí Lódla-e preceded faer relocation to Mionchain. Near six-and-dozen years fae fashioned faerself a Mionchainy and, moreover, stalwart of the Upling Community. UfCastucy equipped the Sacred Negative as faer pronoun —also: animal feminine— after that same ‘he’ and ‘she’ you don yourself.

For people our Faerish gives only the ‘fae’ — for Radiant Creativity and semen animals we give ton and for Sacred Negativity and ova animals þin (she). And tons. And tones. And þis and þon.

When fae of waves of Bryth ufCastucy’s late-regained acquaintance —a one Âhern Amaldéu-e (me, E); and this on April of the new Sgiesaetthum— and faerself met, I made not heads nor heads of what sentence-like word-massings the Upling was siccing on me. Instead so, dear Âhern to spare, Bryth sicced faer story at a feltsheet.

Lovelymost E, I give you Bryth’s letter. Never but —mine aside— to compliment your affections, enclosed are the original writeup and, by my pen, another reseasoned to your anglophone appetite. (Only the dearer for its abhorrence.)

Scén ten sís Fiłain- spêcidæn-fiłain-duîm thas Suïfea-duý-Łif duát más spêcidæn?

Sy-duîm tes Stár •

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