It was Avechary, 477 years after the Coming of Estarra, and the word in
the Serenwilde was sparrows: Sparrows on the ground and sparrows in the
trees and sparrows up in the sky. They sang a song that rang in the
hearts of Serens who were present in the forest. Along with the sparrow
song, there rose the lovely voice of a fae, and the songs' harmonies led
Serens to begin to search for their source.

Kerith Sweetpaw was the first to come upon Little Lleucu, a will-o-wisp
fae, in the ruins of the former Spiritsinger Guildhall. The fae was
singing to a sparrow, who was startled by Kerith and took flight the
moment the woman came close. Little Lleucu had been chased away from
Serenwilde years ago, when Delosidir the Black-Striped had laid waste to
the old guilds and to large swaths of the forest. No one knew what
happened to her until now. Lleucu explained how she was drawn back to
the forest by the lovely song of the gathered sparrows, and she resolved
to make a nest for the birds, providing Kerith with a means to empower
the sparrows and bring them to the nest. A day or two were spent on
seeking the sparrows on the ground, in the trees, and in the skies. In
the gathering efforts, Kerith Sweetpaw and Sondayga Zayah were chief,
aided by Elissata, Avalni D'Varden, Tristanna Myeras, and Eleniel and
Torgaddon Silvermoon. Once all the sparrows had been gathered in the
nest, they flew up with a warbling melody, revealing the Voice of of the
Goddess Trialante, who sang a song of sorrow and of longing.

Trialante's Voice, having long dwelt among the Spiritsingers, had also
been driven away some years ago by the same spirit of Delosidir. Serens
then recalled that She had broken up into thousands of sparrows at that
time. Now, it seems that She has returned again by way of sparrows.
Through speech and song, the Voice of Trialante told the amazed Serens
that She missed Her sister, the Goddess Rhesileni, and that She sought
some sign of Her or perhaps Her splintered shards, the sileni. So it is
that Seneschal Sondayga Zayah and the aforementioned Serens, with the
addition of Saran Strongleaf, led the Voice of Trialante on a search for
a sileni, even though by all historical accounts they were extinct; for
coincidentally, a disturbance to the mysterious Wheel of the Goloths had
just recently brought many sileni to the present from times long past.

Upon the Alabaster Road through the forest, they met Cleise the
Songstress, a sileni keeper of the Mysteries of the Endless Song. The
Voice of Trialante was overjoyed to encounter even a spark of Her
sister's essence, even if from the past, and Cleise was in her own right
honoured to meet the Voice who had led her people away time and again
from the Soulless Zenos, whom she called the Dark Wind. Once more the
Voice of Trialante rose in plaintive song, causing the leaves upon the
trees to unfurl and even the wind itself to pause. Moved to tears,
Cleise the Songstress reached out to embrace the Voice of Trialante, and
with permission, the Voice imbued Herself into Cleise. Amid mingling
harmonies, the two became one: Trialante, the Untamed Muse, whose body
was of the sileni Songstress and whose voice sang golden with the Song
of Creation.

In joy and astonishment, the Serens led Trialante back to the
Serenwilde, and many hoped that perhaps She might stay with them once
more after the years of absence. To help Her acclimatise again to the
forest, a group of Serens, including Sarrasri Talnara, Laysus L'Eternae,
Kalas Aesyra, Lehki Talnara, Arien Myeras, Tristanna Myeras, and Saran
Strongleaf, gave Her tours throughout the Serenwilde. But in the end,
Cleise, and thus Trialante, still dwelt in a body out of time, belonging
to a past that had already been. And so, when the rifts created by the
Wheel of the Goloths began to close in Klangiary, the Untamed Muse was
drawn in along with the other sileni and the nagasith. Her golden song
echoed across the Basin of Life, rising in glory until it was cut off
for good. Thus it was that the Voice of Trialante left the present and
flew to the past on the wings of time; and only time will tell if Her
Voice will ever be heard again.



Penned by My hand on the 17th of Juliary, in the year 477 CE.