Heraldic Boast for Tiffan Fairamay's Laurel

Oye, oye, oye!

Your Majesties, Your Highnesses,
Gathered Gentles of the East!
Pay heed and harkon to my words!

Into this court,
It is my great honor
to proclaim the glory of
Lady Tiffan Fairamay!

As this butterfly bursts from her chrysalis
Into the light of the Laurel
We blessed of the East may share
In such hope and rebirth as her coming may omen!

Harkon!
Do you hear the spirits of the forest aflutter?
Do you hear the whispered fae-wild mysteries?
They exclaim delight in the prowess of this mighty strawberry
Who showers our court with oracles of love!

I speak of a scholar of history
who plumbs tales of home and hearth, life and living
I speak of an artist
who marshals the beauty of the pen, the needle, the card, and the herb
I speak of a teacher
who passes on her gifts freely, to both fellows and family.

Into your great and auspicious presence,
It is my humble duty to herald this guardian of the grove,
This avatar of life and light
Your Majesties,
Lady Tiffan Fairamay!