Clarinna, missing her mother's embrace,
Longs for Perl's loving and comforting grace,
Hoping she rests well, in peaceful sleep,
While Clarinna's heart, for her mother, does weep.

And of all her children, Perl loves the most,
Clarinna, her favorite, a precious host,
A merchant analyst, and a blue dragon too,
A true heart for Cyrene, and her friends so true.

With a shop called Hearth and Home,
She mines, buys and sells, never alone,
A true merchant at heart, always dealing,
And loves helping novices, with a motherly feeling.

She's married to Keyo, her love and friend,
A Horkval, with whom her heart does blend,
And Perl adores Clarinna, her favorite child,
Whom she cherishes, with a love so wild.

But don't tell her siblings, they might get mad,
And start to think that Perl's a bit bad,
For playing favorites with such glee,
But really, it's just a bit of family tea.

So let's all laugh and take it light,
For Perl's love for Clarinna is a delight,
And though she may deny it with a smirk,
We know Clarinna holds the top perk.

Oh, Dame Perl, a mother so dear,
With Clarinna, her favorite, so near,
May they soar high, with love and might,
In Cyrene's sky, forever bright.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Sarapin, in the year 916 AF.