On a plateau, up in the north of Meridies, there was this guy. He was the quiet sort of guy who goes about his business in the unseen, subtle way that quiet folks do. He enjoyed the way of the almost shadowy service he provided. Lending a hand here, doing a thing there, trying to be helpful when the need arose and seeing opportunity to be useful in his own way.
Then, suddenly, without so much as a sound, a flock of Pelicans pounced on him, brandishing a Writ to join their order! One moment, he's just doing his thing. Next moment, he's freaked out and dumbfounded. Shocked I tell you. Shocked!
Pelicans are vicious, merciless fowl, I tell you. Picking on innocent guys just minding their own business.
That's pretty much how it happened.
I've been at a loss since Their Majesties sprung the trap on me, in court, at the event I was stewarding nonetheless. Shameless, I tell you. Me, just trying to get through my court business, handing out gifts to our champions and making announcements and such. To be set upon by the Order of the Pelican, it's… well, it's…
…an extremely humbling honor that I had never expected to happen to me.
Truly. Never in a million years.
But, here we are. How did I get here? Not sure.
Is this some sort of life time achievement thing? Am I destined to be retired from the hobby soon, no longer fit enough to play. "Need to make room for the draft picks, Eoin. You understand?"
Did all that stuff, the service here and there I have done over the years, accumulate to a level in my service meter that set off an alarm and flashing red light somewhere at the Pelican HQ?
Is this a territory thing? Have they laid claim on me? And now, I am forever bound to do only their bidding like some sort of Frankenstein's Monster.
Are the Pelican's going militant and needing soldiers for the new military 'wing' of their order. Hehe…'Wing'… Ha!
Well…
I don't know.
All I can say, is those noble birds saw something in me of worth. I never sought their attention. I'm a squire!. A stick jock! I fight.
But, I guess I am more than that. If anything, they have said that loudly, in no uncertain terms. I will always question my worth when praise is directed at me. That keeps me honest with myself, IMHO.
These wise peers of service have said I need to be one of them. I can accept that. I take that its recognition earned through demonstration of service over time. If they say I am worthy, that is enough for me. I am truly, truly thankful for all of those who saw me as worthy of this accolade.
I will question it. I will doubt. That’s the check and balance to the equation. That's my way of staying true.
But, in the end it isn't some sort of pass/fail achievement exam that got me here. It's a body of work, of service, that they noticed and recognized. I can appreciate that even if I don't necessarily understand how I got here. This isn't ego talking. It's just the acceptance that the order knows what it is doing in asking me to join them.
All kidding aside. This is amazing to me. I have no idea how this works or what to do next. Got some good folks around me though. With a little help from my friends, Ill get my feet under me and figure this out.
Now for the next part, planning for the delivery of the promise in the Writ. Elevation. That is going to be a new adventure. Stay tuned.
Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies
