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Order of the Pelican- Tessa Martini D’agnostino

In the heart’s abyss where shadows dwell,
Amidst the veils of selfish yearning,
A soul ascends, its tale compelling,
In selflessness, its virtues swell.


Through realms of doubt and worldly spell,
A journey vast, its essence burning,
In light of love, its manifested yearning,


To serve, to give, its purpose well.


In Tessa’s work, where idle hands quell,
And all sing out in realms discerning,
The altruistic soul finds grace, returning,


To realms where selfishness expel.


In charitable, true greatness lies,
Beyond the self, where spirit flies,
In service to the greater good,


A journey marked by all she stood.


Thus, let us strive, like Tessa’s work,
To rise above those who tend to lurk,
And in philanthropic ways, find our truest light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

Thus Royals Tindal and Emerson, noble hands do we,
Raise Tessa Martini D’Agonstino up with glee
To the ranks of Pelican we grant
At the Great Northeastern War XXX VI, now and forever we chant

A member of the flock, never diminished or title scant.

Based off Dante’s Divine Comedy, 14th Century Italy

Calligraphy and illumination by Nataliia Anastasiia Evgenova Sviatoslavina

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Boast for Tessa

Based -VERY closely on Chaucers 2nd speech from “A Knights Tale”

Video courtesy of Arlyanna van Wyck

Your Majesties, Your Highness,
And everybody else here NOT sitting on a cushion:

Today, today, you find yourselves equals.

For you are all equally blessed.

For I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure
Of introducing to you a woman about to be elevated, sired by generations of Pelicans before her,
A woman who can trace her lineage back to before the founding of the Society! Or, at least, to Master Harold.

I first met her atop the snow capped lands of Stonemarche, Palio if you will,
Working her hands in soil, mud, sweat and blood
Never asking for help, asking only for forgiveness that her flesh and bones could not labor beyond the bounds of human endurance.

Next, she amazed me still further at Harper’s
When she saved a lame duckFrom the would-be demolishment of a multi-remove feast.
Bashing away forks, knives, spoons all utensils with her bare hands
This duck? It may have been her own

At Birka, she spent a day sitting still, never moving an inch, or clattering an item
Just to better understand what stillness felt like.

And so, without further gilding the lily,
And with no more ado,

I give to you the Seeker of Service,
The Ambassador of Aide ,
The Matron of Maintenance
The One —
The Only —
Tessa Martini D’agnostino!

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