Erzebet Fauconneau

"Ohh mylanta look at you go. I love you. You know where I am if you ever need me. I love your work. I don't understand pottery. You can only hit it with a hammer once and that's like against Sable Maul traditions. I look at the mug you made for me every time I go into my kitchen and look in my curio and I' in awe of it's craftsmanship. An 800 word limit isnt enough space for me to talk about how much I know you wanted this, and how consistently you've worked for years to be recognized not only for your service, but for the quality of wares you produce. I don't have the skillset to know the historical context or the "Laurel Standard" but I know the value that one of your cups held when put in the hands of a newcomer. and that's a priceless thing and I'm out of space booooooooooooooooo"

"Erzebet, I’m so happy for you! I know of no one more deserving or more worthy. You are the quintessence of selflessness and service.
Congratulations and enjoy the experience!"

"I miss you, friend! Living so far away, in another Kingdom makes it hard to stay close, but I am in no way less pleased to see you recieve this honor! *hugs* I hope you enjoy your day and ceremony!"

"As you sit vigil this day, take a moment to reflect on the path that has brought you here—one shaped not only by your hands, but by your heart.

Like clay upon the wheel, you have taken what was given and, through patience, skill, and vision, transformed it into something enduring and meaningful. Your work speaks not only of craftsmanship, but of dedication, generosity, and a quiet strength that has left its mark on all who have had the privilege to know you.

This day is not merely a pause before what comes next—it is a recognition of all that you have already become.

May your vigil bring you clarity and peace. May the path ahead be steady beneath your feet, and may your hands continue to shape beauty and purpose in all that you do.

You are truly worthy of this honor."