We are the shining ones. Made by the goddess to be stars in the night, to make her first children less lonely.
We are the sun on the water, the song in the trees. We are the laughter in the meadows, the white sails on the sea.
We are the crystal bells on the saddles, the singing blades in the air. We are the glass hooves on the stones, the riders ever fair.
We are the dancers in moonlight, the harpists of gold. We are the flowers by the marshes, those without care.
We are the crossers of the ocean; souls ever searching, ever finding, guided by the Weaver's hand. We are the enemies of the hating dark, our name is that of Light.
We are the friends of children, ever beautiful are they. We are festive in the hills and the mountains, we are the maker of the circles.
We are the hunt, and the ride. We are the caretakers of the sword, friends to The Warrior.
We are the shining ones, The Lios Alfar.

~Inspired by them.