Cider

This is a work in progress of my scripture. See what you think

And so it was that after the dark, the goddess Oestre returned to end the slumber of the land and the plight of the mortals. The smile of the goddess Oestre was so beatiful that the land awoke from its slumber with renewed vigour, and with a passion that burned twice as bright as the fire of Helheim. This is a time of frenzied hedonism, when beast and earth know no bounds, and when the trees bear the truest beauty of their soul to all, regardless of blood. The Blackthorn, with her frigid white blossoms, the Haw with her fragrant pink blooms, but there is no tree quite so beautiful as the apple. Her simple pale blossom reflecting the morning sun. The apple is truly divine, and she is no lady of the night, for only the riteous bee may deflower the tree that will bear the divine fruit. The divine fruit that unites the lushness of the land with the needs and desires of mortals, to create a union of the purest sugars with wildest yeasts, to bring the simplistic divinity of the nectar of the union of the god Sol and the goddess Oestre, to bring unto us the divine elixir the mortals call Cydre.

 

I've spotted an (deliberate?) error!

 

I'd forgotten I'd posted this. I must have had one too many glasses of the divine juice last night

I'm not sure what word I'd have used that would upset the filter. I'll have to have a think.

 

It was colloquialism for lady of the night clueless