мerιda oғ dυnвrocн (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notyetlegend) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
eachdraidh2015-01-02 08:08 am
notyetlegend) wrote in eachdraidh2015-01-02 08:08 am
fourth arrow → VIDEO → both courts
[Merida appears to be outside the manor when her locket flips open, brushing out some of the feathers in Angus' wings since he doesn't seem to know quite how to preen them himself just yet. She's wrapped up for the weather, a warm-looking cloak draped over her shoulders and fur trimmed dress, held together at her breast by a hand carved cloak clasp. She tugs the cloak around her a little more, depositing feathers into a bucket before she turns her attention to the locket.]
When I first got here, I was already familiar with th' terms Seelie an' Unseelie, an' Drabbish is close tae th' language of my people. Seelie means 'lucky' or 'blessed', while Unseelie means 'misfortunate' or 'unholy'. [She shakes her head.] I don't believe there's a difference, personally. In all th' stories I was told as a wee lass, Seelie were known tae tell just as many lies as Unseelie. Th' only difference was, Unseelie were more honest, believe it or not, while th' Seelie's words were like roses. Pretty, but not without their thorns.
[tl;dr - all fae were assholes.]
There's many a tale of both of them lurin' men from their path, or kidnappin' children in exchange for their own young, that sort of thing. There was a man who came into DunBroch claimin' he'd been down a sìth for th' last few hundred years. We even have a demon bear who used tae be a prince that roams th' lands.
[She brushes her hands off, then slips them further into the sleeves of her dress as Angus leans his head down towards his water trough, ear flicking as his wings fold back properly into place now that they've been groomed. Merida pats his neck, then tilts her head as she sits down on a bench in his stall, not caring about the hay or snow littering it. There's two saddlebags near her, both appearing to be carrying as much as she needs. Leaning back against a wall of the stable, she fidgets with her cloak clasp as Angus leans over the stall, nuzzling at another horse.]
I suppose what I'm tryin' tae say is, people are more alike than they care to admit, even those who are too prideful tae say so. [She gives a small sigh, lips twisting into a wry smile as her eyes shine with a bit of guilt.] I'm...a lot more like my mother than I'd ever have thought before I arrived. She'd be Seelie if she were here.
[Merida shakes her head, pushing her hair out from her cloak, the material falling down around her shoulders.]
I'd also like tae apologize tae those of you who I suggested come tae th' manor or those I was goin' tae do things with, but I'll be unavailable. I have some travelin' tae do.
[a.k.a she's getting the hell out of dodge. The redhead opens her mouth to say something else but she's interrupted when one of Angus' wings flick over her head, fluffing her hair up over her head and causing her to fumble and drop the locket, cutting the feed on her next cry.]
Angus!
When I first got here, I was already familiar with th' terms Seelie an' Unseelie, an' Drabbish is close tae th' language of my people. Seelie means 'lucky' or 'blessed', while Unseelie means 'misfortunate' or 'unholy'. [She shakes her head.] I don't believe there's a difference, personally. In all th' stories I was told as a wee lass, Seelie were known tae tell just as many lies as Unseelie. Th' only difference was, Unseelie were more honest, believe it or not, while th' Seelie's words were like roses. Pretty, but not without their thorns.
[tl;dr - all fae were assholes.]
There's many a tale of both of them lurin' men from their path, or kidnappin' children in exchange for their own young, that sort of thing. There was a man who came into DunBroch claimin' he'd been down a sìth for th' last few hundred years. We even have a demon bear who used tae be a prince that roams th' lands.
[She brushes her hands off, then slips them further into the sleeves of her dress as Angus leans his head down towards his water trough, ear flicking as his wings fold back properly into place now that they've been groomed. Merida pats his neck, then tilts her head as she sits down on a bench in his stall, not caring about the hay or snow littering it. There's two saddlebags near her, both appearing to be carrying as much as she needs. Leaning back against a wall of the stable, she fidgets with her cloak clasp as Angus leans over the stall, nuzzling at another horse.]
I suppose what I'm tryin' tae say is, people are more alike than they care to admit, even those who are too prideful tae say so. [She gives a small sigh, lips twisting into a wry smile as her eyes shine with a bit of guilt.] I'm...a lot more like my mother than I'd ever have thought before I arrived. She'd be Seelie if she were here.
[Merida shakes her head, pushing her hair out from her cloak, the material falling down around her shoulders.]
I'd also like tae apologize tae those of you who I suggested come tae th' manor or those I was goin' tae do things with, but I'll be unavailable. I have some travelin' tae do.
[a.k.a she's getting the hell out of dodge. The redhead opens her mouth to say something else but she's interrupted when one of Angus' wings flick over her head, fluffing her hair up over her head and causing her to fumble and drop the locket, cutting the feed on her next cry.]
Angus!
video
[Grainne's a little unwilling to say she's been distrustful of the monarchs in a public place because of her background, but there's plenty of implication.
After a moment, Grainne manages to fiddle her locket into a private video]
Are you all right, my girl?
video, permaprivate
[Because even if she hadn't heeded her mother's words of being frank with fae and magical creatures when she'd made the deal with the witch for the spell, but she'd kept it in mind since arriving in the Drabwurld. Perhaps people would do well to learn they should take heed as well. Merida brushes her hair out of her eyes and back into it's usual mess, thankful Grainne flipped it to private before she did.]
I'm fine. I'm just...leavin' th' manor before things get serious.
no subject
If it is the Lord Hound that has you upset, though... I could speak to Diarmuid.
no subject
Sadly, I think he does have another destination in mind. He mentioned campin' when he told me what was goin' tae happen. [Merida has it in mind herself that the Station might be crowded with refugees soon. She shakes her head.] I will be willing tae lend an ear for th' proposal over th' locket though, should ye need it.
no subject
[Grainne tilts her head with a small frown.]
Camping? If you are doing that, remember to make him be on the bottom. The rocks are terrible if you do not prepare first.
no subject
[Merida's cheeks flush a delicate pink, scratching her cheek.]
It wouldn't be th' first time I've slept on th' ground. [She tilts her head.] Taverns turned me away last month, when I was trainin'.
no subject
[Grainne smiles, shaking her head.]
Why would taverns turn you away? Too full?
no subject
I heard whispers of anti shardbearer things on th' road, an' I believe it was for that reason that I was turned away eight times out of ten. [Merida purses her lips together.] In any case, it might seem a bit strange with th' battle that's about tae happen. A Seelie an' an Unseelie askin' for a room.
no subject
Yes, I have felt that too as I travel. Most folks are kind enough, but there was one town where I passed by without stopping and slept in the woods.
[A pause.]
I hate sleeping in the woods.
Ah, but if the Hound is not fighting, it must be for a very good reason. If you ever need protection, Diarmuid and I will not hesitate to offer it, I am sure. You have friends if you need us. [She smiles a little, lowering her head.]
Just... do not follow our example too closely. It is not as fun as the tales may state.
no subject
[Merida returns the smile.]
Thank ye. I'm grateful that, in this land, I have friends, an' that is th' very reason why I won't fight. [She tilts her head.] I told him last month that he would not find me in Morla's troops.
[There's a small laugh.]
I don't plan tae.
no subject
no subject
[She nods.]
I'll be in contact once we've found somewhere.
no subject
no subject