I can't remember all the details, and soon you will learn why, but— [ Cú adjusts and puts his arm around Enkidu as they lean on him. It's comfortable, and there is no denying that he is radiating warmth because of all the fire magic he uses. He tries to focus on pulling a bit of magic coursing through the body next to him, but it's hard to keep focus on that and speak at the same time ]
I found myself in Tír na nÓg, the Land of the Youth and dwelling of the gods and place where souls of the dead could rest before moving onto another life. [ Surprise, Celts believed in form of reincarnation ] I stayed there for so long that Emer, my wife, searched the all lands to find me. And when she did, well, suffice to say I still have a lasting impression how angry she was—
[ There's a small chuckle at the end of this sentence. A deep fondness, mixed with melancholy when he says her name. Emer the wise, Emer the sage, Emer of the radiant smile. It stirs a pained twist, but that's just a thing to endure. ]
So that was the choice. Stay there and lose my connection to the mortal realm, or return with her. I chose the latter. Manannán mac Lir has mercifully put a veil over our memories of what transpired there— so we wouldn't miss the golden lands, or so we wouldn't carry away secrets of the gods.
[ A shrug. There must have been a reason. ]
Not that it means I never saw them again —once that pesky Morrígan sets her eyes on you, you're already done, you just don't know when. [ Pissing off a war goddess tends to affect your mortality rate. Who would have thought? ] It doesn't matter. My king, my kin, they were humans, so why should I care what kind of blood flows through my veins? I wanted to fight for them so that's where I went.
[ Has this story be of any help to Enkidu, he doesn't know. It does make him wonder though on things he never really pondered before. Lancer manifestation of the hero of men in all his glory, Berserker for the power and pure unstoppable strength that Fomorian blood brought, and Caster, the last druid to keep the lore of Tuatha de Dannan blood for they have sailed away— it's true, he never truly considered what his fragmented heritage could mean to him. Living life to the fullest for every second.
The smell of lavender still fills the room, but now with them so close, Cú can tell that Enkidu's smell reminds him of a forest, wildflowers, fields and all that is green and alive. All things have a right to grow, why are they so adamant that they're the only one that can't? On the other hand, maintaining the magic on the correct levels is not something that comes easy to the Mirrorbound Witches. ]
Look, I'm not going to say that I fully get what you're going through. All I'm saying— magic here does weird things to your head and you might not even notice. So don't give up just yet, you might see things differently with a clear mind. And if you ever need help with clearing that, seek me out.
[ More training, pulling out the magic, all different ways of dealing with it. It can be figured out, especially since a lot of old-fashioned Witches don't touch the Bonding stuff anyway. ]
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Date: 2019-12-21 02:35 pm (UTC)I found myself in Tír na nÓg, the Land of the Youth and dwelling of the gods and place where souls of the dead could rest before moving onto another life. [ Surprise, Celts believed in form of reincarnation ] I stayed there for so long that Emer, my wife, searched the all lands to find me. And when she did, well, suffice to say I still have a lasting impression how angry she was—
[ There's a small chuckle at the end of this sentence. A deep fondness, mixed with melancholy when he says her name. Emer the wise, Emer the sage, Emer of the radiant smile. It stirs a pained twist, but that's just a thing to endure. ]
So that was the choice. Stay there and lose my connection to the mortal realm, or return with her. I chose the latter. Manannán mac Lir has mercifully put a veil over our memories of what transpired there— so we wouldn't miss the golden lands, or so we wouldn't carry away secrets of the gods.
[ A shrug. There must have been a reason. ]
Not that it means I never saw them again —once that pesky Morrígan sets her eyes on you, you're already done, you just don't know when. [ Pissing off a war goddess tends to affect your mortality rate. Who would have thought? ] It doesn't matter. My king, my kin, they were humans, so why should I care what kind of blood flows through my veins? I wanted to fight for them so that's where I went.
[ Has this story be of any help to Enkidu, he doesn't know. It does make him wonder though on things he never really pondered before. Lancer manifestation of the hero of men in all his glory, Berserker for the power and pure unstoppable strength that Fomorian blood brought, and Caster, the last druid to keep the lore of Tuatha de Dannan blood for they have sailed away— it's true, he never truly considered what his fragmented heritage could mean to him. Living life to the fullest for every second.
The smell of lavender still fills the room, but now with them so close, Cú can tell that Enkidu's smell reminds him of a forest, wildflowers, fields and all that is green and alive. All things have a right to grow, why are they so adamant that they're the only one that can't? On the other hand, maintaining the magic on the correct levels is not something that comes easy to the Mirrorbound Witches. ]
Look, I'm not going to say that I fully get what you're going through. All I'm saying— magic here does weird things to your head and you might not even notice. So don't give up just yet, you might see things differently with a clear mind. And if you ever need help with clearing that, seek me out.
[ More training, pulling out the magic, all different ways of dealing with it. It can be figured out, especially since a lot of old-fashioned Witches don't touch the Bonding stuff anyway. ]
Besides, now you owe me a story of your own.
[ So don't try dying before that. ]