Emeralds on an ostrich egg chalice Botswana age cab Resting gracefully on a clear

Resting gracefully on a clear leucite stand

A scepter born of ocean myth and celestial light

imbuing the goblet with organic warmth

Upon the river’s gentle gleam

Emeralds on an ostrich egg chalice Botswana age cab Resting gracefully on a clearAlfar's Goblet From far and wide they come with of the sound of a drum. listen if lucky you may hear em, the tribes of Fae and Elf show up. Council or gala they know not why but to see all kin an' that's no lie. And to drink from the ancient goblet passed around till there's no more droplets. A honey mead, wine or butter rum They dance until the rise of the Sun. A tint of red graces this extraordinary ostrich egg, masterfully fashioned into a goblet