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    Book of Gifts, Chapter 5: 8 - 42

    8 In the Year of the Eternal Spring, the creatures of the Faewood prepared a revelry in the name of their most beloved of gods, Cybele.

    9 The festival was filled with feasting and song, dancing and drink. 10 There was no place for the measure of time as the Virgin Goddess frolicked and flirted among her people. 11 Days melted away into weeks, and the weeks were lost in the dream. 12 The wine was endless for 13 Cybele would not let her children want for refreshment.

    14 On the twenty-second day, there appeared among the gaiety a wild goat, a cow, and a turkey. 15 They passed into the throng of revelers and 16 were welcomed with the glee and encouragement afforded old friends.

    17 The turkey, upon seeing the face of the Virgin Goddess among them, 18 was so enraptured by her exquisiteness that he sought to gain her favor. 19 Surely would she be impressed by his feats of beauty! 20 He fanned his tail and did strut, capturing the attention of many by the size and shape of his feathers. 21 But Cybele found entertainment in the theater of her people, and did pay the conceited turkey no mind.

    22 The cow, too, did fall enamored by Cybele and, too, sought to gain her favor. 23Surely she would she be impressed by her feats of strength! 24 And so did she lumber about, moving rocks thrice her size and felling trees with her head. 25 But Cybele found joy in her drink, and did pay the boisterous cow no mind.

    26 The goat did not notice Cybele, for never had he been invited to such a fanciful party! 27 Crowns of flowers were placed upon his horns, flagons of mead were proffered of which he  heartily partook. 28 The citizens of the Faewood braided its beard and took up its two front hooves so that they might dance with it. 29 The goat, enchanted and giddy, balanced himself, dancing and cavorting of his own accord. 30 The festival parted as the goat careened to and fro to the music, first on its hind legs and then on its fore. Every eye watched the creature and 31 upon every lip was a jubilant cry, 32for none had seen such a sight in the Faewood. Cybele, herself, let out an elated squeal.

    33 More and more flagons were brought out to encourage the goat. 34 Very soon, he had lacked the balance to walk and the capacity to dance, 35 and sooner still lacked the strength even to stand. He faltered, and did plunge into a fountain of wine with enough force to douse the nearby revelers.

    36 Delighted by it’s earnest drunken love of life, 37 Cybele drew up the sodden goat in her arms and placed a holy kiss upon its forehead. 38 His body did alter; his eyes grew bright and his beard grew soft. 39 With a kiss she gave him the gift of sentience, and 40 from this gift was born the Race of Satyrs who would be forever loyal to their most Holy Maiden Goddess.

    41 And on this day, the longest gloaming in Summertide, our friend the Satyr gained his voice.  We mark this as the Day of Reverie, 42 which our Lady would have us celebrate yearly with a feast of wine, steak, and breast of roast fowl.


    Crowfall Bestiarium: Satyr

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